Mother is still crying pleading me not to do anything but she stopped struggling. He was watching her through a small hole. Then my mother ordered me not to come out of the room and lay on the bed. Usually he would be so punctual for this and used to call me if I have made preparations and all. The water flowing from her head to toe was like a porn shoot. The idea, as I was thinking, shot my whole blood of my body into my dick as I felt it acknowledging my thoughts.
My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking my own mom. After her bath she had worn that. I immediately brought my phone and began calling him while I kept an eye through the hole. The began to ravish it by squeezing it hard, each had a breast in their hands. She came and welcomed me wearing an old cotton Saree. Before she could talk anymore, I grabbed both her wrists, pulling her towards me. I got feared wheteher she know it later.
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The door is closed but not locked. My mom was watching TV and Vinesh was sitting by her side and watching her side boobs. I needed to proceed with caution. Whenever the neighbours used to come to our house I used to stare at each of them especially one who wears low navel and is always sexy in chiffon sarees. The pictures of Rajeev enjoying my beautiful godly mother started running through my mind. Once when I returned early from my college, I knocked the door, after a little while she opened the door. It was Mohan who knocked the door but with him was another guy.
Then we both went to our rooms and slept. I slept planning to do those things which I could not do last time. But two things bothered me a lot. Few minutes later I heard my room door open only to see my mother well dressed in a yellow saree with a glass of milk in her hand. I was glad mom is back to normal.