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05-13-2011, 06:15 PM | #1 |
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Blackmailed Mother
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A mother gets blackmailed into being a sex slave for her son and his friends. *** Well to be honest it has been at least ten years since I talked with anyone directly involved with it all, and now it has been more than forty years since it all happened. Yet there are some defining moments in your life that you never forget. True, details become blurred with time and perhaps some details that still exist may have come from second hand accounts or perhaps even from an over active imagination; the realities of the moments are still there. It all started the summer of 1952 in Chicago. For those of you who can relate to the time frame there is no need to explain further the attitudes of sex and such topics of the time. But for those who never knew the '50's, let me briefly explain the attitudes that prevailed. First sex was only done by married couples in the private confines of their own beds. Movies literally showed no sex to speak of, and magazines, even "men's," showed no frontal nudity; even nipples had to be covered or air brushed out-- unless you count the National Geographic which showed some ugly African women now and then. Sex education came from stories told on the streets by the older boys or maybe some "seedy" adult. The news rarely wrote about sex crimes. Attitudes toward rape heavily ran toward the feeling that the woman was not the victim but really wanted it to happen, and was somehow a tinted lady. Divorce was a sin: and men felt all divorced women were sex hungry because they had it regularly and now somehow needed it from any man that they could get it from. Needless to say this attitude scared the hell out of other "good" women, who often took great pains to push the divorced woman out of their circle. Women like my mother. In general the country was still somewhat puritan compared to the 1990's. Oh sure if you were an adult, there were places to go, like burlesque shows, where the women could strip only to a g-string. And there were "smokers," "stag parties" where whores would perform. And magazines that came wrapped in brown paper that "showed it all." Now, school had only been out for a couple of weeks and we had already become bored with playing "Cowboys and Indians," "Cops and Robbers," "Great white hunters," even playing baseball. Our minds had suddenly begun to burn on the topic of sex, fed in great part by the age we were at and fueled by stories from the older boys in the neighborhood. But it was my closest pale's, rohan's father who set our minds on fire! The man was a drunk and a con man who had minor brushes with the law throughout his life. Most of his cons ended in failure but this never stopped him, and now, unknowing to us, he was working on his greatest con. The man fed us with stories of every form of sex you could think of. We hung on every word. He even got us a "brown paper" magazine of bondage drawings to gawk at: no depictions of pubic areas though. It almost became a ritual after dinner to go over to the old dilapidated two flat were rohan lived and sit on the front steps to wait for his father to come out and talk with us. After several days of feeding us stories and pictures the old fox had us obsessed with getting ourselves a grown woman for our sex slave-- to do what we wanted to do with her. rohan's father gave us a plan to capture, as it was, a woman who we all knew and to then make her our sex slave. Naturally he would help, assuring us we'd not get into any trouble. Still as I picked up the newspaper and brought it into the apartment, then laying it on the kitchen table as always, I couldn't help but wonder why the man was so willing to help us. There was the usual cup of coffee on the kitchen table, and with trembling hands I poured the powder I had been given by Anshul into the coffee. rohan's father told Anshul what to get from his father's drug store and what amount I was to put into the drink. I finished stirring the powder into the drink when I heard her come to the table with her usual cheery good morning. She asked me if I was all right-- I looked awfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had been a hot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what I was to do kept me awake most of the night. I didn't say anything as I watched her take the first drink. Then for some reason I rambled off about the hot night and my inability to sleep. As she took another drink, I nervously rambled on. I don't know why I kept talking, perhaps I wanted to make sure the drink worked, or at least didn't kill her. The phone rang, and I knew it was rohan asking her to stop over on her way to work to help him-- he was sick and his parents were gone. I quickly glanced at the clock-- it was exactly 7:00 a.m. just as we planned it. I studied her as she talked-- she was a modest woman liked by everyone and for the first time I thought she was just more than a bit pretty. She was on her way to work and was dressed in a blue dress, nylons and blue heels, with a small white hat and matching gloves at the ready. In the 50's people still dressed up to go to work or for most any outing, like church or going out to eat. I stared at her as she put down the phone and let out a big yawn. She laughed and said that the coffee was to wake her up not put her to sleep. With that she finished her coffee and after placing the cup back on the table said she had to stop at my friend's house and that she better be going. After a big yawn and another laugh she told me I'd better get going and finish delivering the papers. I ran down the stairs with great excitement confident that the drug was working just as we were told it would. Then it hit me-- what if she past out on the sidewalk or something. Now I feared that we'd all be caught, and began to feel sick to my stomach as I came to the alley. I wanted it to happen-- yet I didn't. I wanted her to pass out on the sidewalk, then it would be all over-- no one would suspect that I drugged her. I hid behind a fence waiting for her to cross the alley to rohan's two flat. What was only five minutes seemed like an hour before I saw her slowly crossing the alley, with unsure steps, then turn up the walk to the side entrance to rohan's street level flat. The sun was hot already and it was still muggy as hell, and I was sweating bullets. But most of the sweat came from the fact that my heart was pounding so hard that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. I planned it this way: I'd go in after she entered the flat. Because if the drug didn't work, the other plan was to attack her and capture her anyway. To me this was nothing but a failure waiting to happen. I knew Abhi and Tariq, was scared enough and too timid to do it; they'd chicken out leaving rohan, Anshul and Rahul to try. Hell she was as tall and probably weighed as much if not more than as each of us, so I couldn't see her not being able to fight the three off. Besides she was an adult. As she opened the broken screen outer door, she swayed noticeably before entering into the small and narrow vestibule. I heard myself saying breathlessly in excitement that it was going to work--- that is, was working. Just then I saw her stumbling back out the screen door. I held my breath in disappointment, only to see rohan and Anshul quickly grab her by each arm and pull her back inside. I looked around quickly to see if anyone saw. But there was no one around to see. I took off like a bat out of hell and raced for the flat. I didn't care now if it was wrong or not, and I didn't think of why rohan's father was so anxious to help us. Hell I didn't even care if she were awake--- I'd help them capture her. I swung open the noisy broken screen door and entered the vestibule--and stopped. The screen door banged shut behind me and I stood staring into rohan's dark flat. The damn place was always dark and depressing even in the daytime. I stood there as my eyes adjusted. There were no sounds. The usual smell of stale cigarette smoke, and booze, mingled with the smell of mold -- but no sound. Suddenly in my mind I wondered if this were nothing but a practical joke being played on me. I felt my face redden with anger, waiting for them all to start laughing at me. My eyes were almost adjusted to the dim light and I stepped slowly thru the inner door determined not to act embarrassed if this all were nothing but a joke. As I stood in the doorway, I looked down at the always opened hide-a-bed. There she was laying face down totally past out. rohan and the others stood around her like the dwarfs looking down at snow white. rohan grinned at me and in a low voice said she was out like a light. The others excitedly whispered and giggled. Finally Anshul began to shout; saying how she'd be out all day just like rohan's father told us she would. So far rohan's old man was right, and now I really didn't give a damn if what we were going to do was right or wrong. Nor did Tariq and Abhi who both protested the most, that this was all wrong. We were all there because of our own foolish egos and fear of being called cowards and not "cool." Rahul had placed two of his father's cameras facing toward the old ratty couch at the one end of the room. I checked to make sure the shades on the two windows behind the couch had been pulled down, then I looked up at the ceiling where some nights earlier we, with rohan's fathers help drilled three hooks, in a triangle, into the ceiling just in front of the couch. Rahul held up a camera he had around his neck and asked if we should get started. The moment of truth was at hand! rohan looked at me for my reaction. I just shrugged my shoulders. With that he knelt on the bed and began to unbutton the back of her dress. Anshul had picked up her hat and had placed it on Tariq's head and went back watching as rohan finished undoing the buttons, then taking off her gloves, he told Tariq to put them on, saying he would look more natural wearing them. Tariq gladly did so. We all smiled board silly smiles as we watched her dress open, exposing her white slip. rohan stood up and asked Anshul to help stand her up. Anshul laughed and said she almost gave him and rohan a heart attack when they tried to pull her inside. He was right. She was a load. Both he and rohan tried pulling her up off the bed to no avail. Abhi and I had to help. Finally, with rohan holding her up by one arm and Anshul the other, Rahul flashed the first picture. Anshul was groaning and pleading for me to be faster; he was about to collapse. I handed the dress to Tariq, who after taking off her hat and gloves, took it outside and hung it up on a cloths' line as a signal for rohan's father that all was going as planned. I took Anshul's place and found her limp body to be heavier than I thought it would have been. But with rohan's help the two of us walked her over to the hooks. Abhi and Rahul had hung the harness we had made to the front two hooks and were attaching the harness to the rope hanging from the hook in the back of the triangle. It was rohan and his father's idea to take belts and make harness; which turned out quite well. I took and slipped the straps of her slip and bra down over her shoulder as did rohan, then we each slipped one end of the respective belt under each of her arm pits, we fastened them just as we would have with our own pants. Anshul had fastened the harness to the rope: As rohan and I held her, Anshul, Abhi, Tariq and Rahul pulled her up and secured the rope to a hook placed into the window ledge behind the couch. We stepped back and admired our efforts. Here we had this full-grown woman hanging inches off the floor clad only in her slip. Her head slumped forward and her body tilted forward with her arms limply hanging at her sides. As Rahul snapped a picture, I couldn't wait any longer: I stepped forward and dropped to my knees and started to pull down her slip. As I pulled it down I stared up into her lovely face with her eyes partially open and wondered if she could see me. For a moment the thought froze me. But when the slip passed down to her waist leaving her two large breasts covered only by a white bra, staring back at me-- I could have cared less if she was awake or not. Damn they were big mouths hung half open, tongues licked lips and eyes were wide open with anticipation. Rohan jumped past me saying to me how he told me she was built bigger than the other mothers and teachers we had talked about-- and much prettier. I didn't debate him this time for he was right, she appeared to have a really big set of tits. Rohan was almost panting as he grabbed the back of her bra and began struggling with unfastening it. He fumbled and fumed as he fought to get it open--- finally it opened. Holding the bra closed Rohan stepped to one side of the woman, and with a triumphant yell yanked the bra from her. Out dropped two large mounds of flesh topped by two large and dark aureoles. I let out a loud "Oh wow" as they dropped inches from my face. Everyone cheered and giggled uncontrollably grabbing at erections that suddenly-- popped up. Rahul clicked off several pictures from as many angles he could while the rest of us talked about her tits and her nipples-- especially her nipples. Finally, with Anshul's help, Rohan began to slowly peel down her panties: As her panties slipped further down you could have heard a pin drop. Then there was a sudden and loud gasp from some of us as her pubic hair appeared. I guess we all were somewhat amazed that there was hair between her legs. Anshul and Rohan came over and joined the rest of us onlookers. With Rohan holding her bra and Anshul her panties, we stared almost with reverence at the sight. There she was hanging limply with her bare breasts hanging down, her private area--not so private now; clad only in her girdle and nylons. She was quite a beautiful sight indeed. Sure we all agreed we could not fuck her: that was part of Rohan's father's plan because he knew some of us would have a problem with that, since we all knew her. But then again he said to go ahead and have fun. With that in mind, Rohan again looked over at me, looking for my reaction. Hell it was no problem. No problem; that is until Abhi sighed out loud, and turning to me to tell me how beautiful my mother was. My mother hung there in all her glory for my friends to see. To be what my friends hoped, would be our sex slave. I don't know how long I stood there frozen with guilt as I thought back to the night Rohan's father told us to get one of our mothers. His logic was that no mother could stop loving her son or let him or his friends get in trouble. He went on to tell us to get pictures-- he'd get them developed for us and no one else would see them. Now I realized that he'd see them! Someone asked me if there was something wrong with me. I shook my head no and continued to stare at my mother and remembered how the old fox told us that he and his wife would "convince" her to cooperate with us, and let herself be our sex slave. None of us thought to ask how or what he meant by; "convince." Nor did I volunteer her-- we put our mother's names in a hat. I had almost backed out and was willing to be labeled a "chicken" and lose their friendships when my mothers name was drawn. Little did I know then that Rohan's father had made sure it was my mother's name that was picked. However a fight with my parents ended in my being told by my mother that I couldn't go on the fishing trip with my dad and brother, made me change my mind. Of course my mother forgave me, but only after my brother and dad left to go fishing for the next two weeks, and made me stay with her instead. The rest as they say is history. Rohan whispered into my ear about how much she was a mother to him and that he loved her more than his own and still would respect her. As he pleaded his case, I thought how true it was: More mornings found him having breakfast with us, my mother looked after him more than his own parents-- that was why it was so easy to get her to drop by on her way to work. Finally the sight of her became too much for me and it was rather easy to agree with him. Besides no one was going to fuck her. I grinned at him and nodded my head. Rohan shouted a yes and flew to my mother. He grabbed both breasts and began to rub and squeeze them. He stepped behind her and held her breasts in his hands. His fingers began to play with her nipples. Her tits jiggled and bounced with his rough groping of them. With that I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed one of her breasts and found it to be a most wonderful feeling. Then I touched her nipple with the tips of my fingers then like Rohan; I held it between my two fingers. Soon all my friends were rubbing and squeezing her breasts, and playing with her nipples. Her nipples soon became rock hard. There were six hands rubbing and squeezing her soft flesh. Rohan surprised us all by parting his lips and taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking it hard. Abhi then grabbed hold of her other breast and did the same. Everyone took there turn. Rohan then began jiggling her tits to see how much he could make them bounce. He then pulled and pinched both nipples. Rohan and Anshul had stepped behind her limp body as my fingers timidly touched her pubic hairs. I stared intently at the hairs until Anshul shouted to Rahul to come back with them and get a picture of this. I looked around my mother and saw Anshul and Rohan on their knees. Each held one of her ass checks apart so that the others and Rahul's camera could see her asshole. Rohan started playing with her asshole by rubbing it with his finger. We all giggled. Rahul snapped a picture and we moved on. Finally Rohan and I began to explore her pubic area. Our fingers landed on a protrusion of flesh and as we rubbed and stroked it we felt it thicken. Rohan knelt on his knees along with Anshul and began to part her most private lips. Anshul's hand pulled away in disgust as wetness started to appear. With that I found myself down on my knees, replacing Anshul. Like Rohan, I took a lip and pulled it apart, even as the slime began to cover my fingers. Rohan told Tariq and Abhi to grab her legs and make like a wishbone with her. With the two boys holding her legs up and wide apart, a moist pink hole appeared. That's where you fuck; Rahul said eagerly taking several pictures. Anshul stroked the hardened protrusion of flesh and it seemed that with each stroke the hole became wider and wetter. First it was Rohan who stuck, one, then two, then three, then four fingers into my mother's vagina, he giggled and grinned as he finger fucked her. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her. Next came Anshul, who complained about the gooey feeling, next was Abhi and then Tariq who complained even more. Rahul asked me to hold the cameras so that he could finger her as well. I let him, but I couldn't do it to her. I just stood there and watched as my friend's finger fucked my mother. After she was well explored and her ample white breasts were covered with red blotches, from us sucking and squeezing them and as her body dripped with sweat from the heat-- as did ours-- we began to pose with her. Rohan and I held her legs wide apart for a picture. I had no problem with doing it; after all Rohan's father promised that her face would be air brushed out if Rahul forgot himself. When we took her down and plopped her limp body down in Rohan's mother's large over stuffed chair, we were so hot and sweaty that it was necessary for Abhi and me to go outside to cool off. Outside wasn't much better but at least there was some fresh air. Abhi pointed to the cloths line where my mother's dress, bra and panties fluttered in the breeze. Abhi had a big smile on his face. When we went back inside the others had, my mother propped up in the chair with each leg hanging over one of the arms and all of them had removed their cloths standing next to her with their youthful erections. Abhi and I broke out laughing: however we too were soon naked. We then moved her to the bed where we all posed with her, holding her breasts and fingering her vagina. Rohan told me he had an idea he bent my mother over the end of the couch so her ass was well exposed to him and he began spanking her. Rahul snapped a few pictures. The slaps were hard and could be heard outside. He looked at me and said my mother deserved a spanking for not showing us her lovely tits before, we all laughed. Her ass was soon as red as her large mounds. My friends all told my how much fun they were having playing with my mother. It was almost noontime and it was time to dress her and leave her on the bed for Rohan's parents to find. That was part of the plan. Getting her back into her bra was hysterical and I must admit that Rohan and I had a grand time doing it. We all left together and had barely gotten outside when the old fox appeared. He smiled broadly asking if we had fun. I stood back not saying anything and could only listen as the others excitedly described my mother to him. He listened and laughed then took all the film Rahul had taken. Then very seriously he told us to tell absolutely no one about what we had done. Not to worry; he was sure that they could convince her not to be mad and to let us use her as our sex slave. As he talked, his three hundred pound wife had come up behind us and went into their flat. Now I began to feel rather bad and full of guilt. I felt worse when she came out and wagged her finger at us telling us how naughty we were. Suddenly Rohan's mother broke into a big fleshy smile telling us, particularly me, that it was all right. She went on to say that if it were her; she wouldn't care. Then knowing exactly what we'd say, she asked us if we wanted her instead of whom we had. It was rather awkward as we all looked down trying not to puke at the thought. She laughed and told us to run along and come back around 5:00 p.m. then go and meet Rohan's father at Anshul's father's drug store. Rohan's father and his wife walked inside after the kids left and he went straight to the bed and smiled a devilish smile when he thought of how he tricked those kids. He's wanted her ever since she moved in next door, now soon she will be.. It was about 30 minutes later when she started to wake up to see Rohan's father standing over her. "Good morning sweetie, sleep well?" He asked. She asked what had happened and he told her how she was drugged and posed naked with her son and all his friends and how he had pictures he would show everyone. That she would end up in a divorce and would be known through out the town as a child molester and her son would be seen the rest of his life as a pervert. She was in shock and refused to believe him and demanded to see the pics. He said he would show them to her later that day, and he would never show them to anyone as long as she did what he told her to. We went off to Tariq's mother's little store behind their house, just across the alley from Rohan's, to get some junk to eat. While we were in there, I could see Rohan's father coming out of their flat and hurry down the alley carrying a bag with all of Rahul's film. We took what we wanted and headed to a park to play some baseball with some other friends; instead we sat beneath some tall bushes talking about my motherhilpa and her big tits. How my mother had hair between her legs. The feeling of my mother wet vagina and how nice her ass was. The idea of talking about my own mother and joking with my closest friends didn't bother me, but when the talk of her being our sex slave and what they would like to do with my mother, did begin to bother me. Anshul said how he'd like to have my mother jiggle her tits in his face. Then Rohan said he'd like to watch a dog fuck her from behind. The other kids all laughed at his comment and agreed it would be funny to see. Rahul said how he would like to tie her up and shove a dildo up that nice ass of hers. More over I began to feel terrible about the fact that Rohan's father was going to see my mother naked and the things we did to her. Suddenly the whole thing seemed very wrong. When the time came to meet Rohan's father, we ran as fast as we could and didn't stop until we came to Anshul's father's drug store, which was well past where we lived. We piled into the store and sat at a table near the counter and waited and waited until Rohan's father appeared: From the back of the store he came, along with Anshul's father. Anshul's father went to talk with a customer, but as he did so he looked over at me and grinned then quickly turned away from me and began talking to the customer. Meanwhile Rohan's father sat down at the table pulling out the pictures placing them on the table face down. He told us to gather around him and keep an eye out for any customers that may be coming toward us. With a dramatic flip of his hand the first picture was exposed to us; there she hung clad only in her slip. They of course got worse from there, but true to his word her face was air brushed out. Still as the others whispered their excited feelings to his questions, I remained passive wondering about the negatives and who developed the film for him. I glanced over at Anshul's father who tried to pretend he wasn't paying any attention to us, and got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I jumped when Anshul asked me if I agreed that her nipples felt like erasers; I nodded my head yes. For the next fifteen minutes Rohan's father explained where we had our hands and we all learned what a "clit" was and what it meant to a woman. Finally he scooped the pictures up to the disappointment of the others, saying that until she Okayed it, he had better hold on to them. That of course led me to ask if he had talked to her and "convinced" her. When he said not yet, but that he was going to talk with her later that night, I really became sick and panicked. I was told not to worry; just go home, it was just a matter of my mother knowing exactly what we wanted. I felt like a condemned man going to his execution as I walked into the kitchen of our apartment. At first I couldn't look at my mother who stood standing over the stove preparing a supper for us. I managed to say hello, and got no response. But as I went past her she softly said that dinner would be about ten minutes and to go and wash up. As we ate there were very few words spoken, still I began to feel she didn't know what really had gone on or hopefully had forgiven me if she had already been shown the pictures. She told me that I was not to go out, to take my bath and go to bed: That she had to go out and might be late but not to worry. As I cleaned off the table and did the dishes, she went off and got herself ready to go out. I figured she was going to talk with Rohan's parents and had a feeling that everything was going to be all right. Even if she told them all to go to hell, I was certain that I'd get nothing more than a stern lecture and maybe some undesirable tasks to do for the summer. My mother was a very gentle woman who rarely ever raised her voice to us much less her hand. However; if she told my father- -- I was dead meat: as was everyone else, including Rohan's father. My father was a hard working guy that held down two laborers jobs and was built like a bull and just as strong and just as mean when he wanted to be. When my mother came into the kitchen she was dressed exactly as she was when we "captured" her in the morning. I didn't say anything about it to her, even though it was unusual for her to wear at night what she had worn that day. She stopped-- turned and kissed me, then left. Rohan's father seen my mother again later that day to show her the pics. All she could do was cry and asked why he was doing this to her. He said that he owed people a lot of money and that if she earned some money for him she could buy the pictures from him. He smiled and said she could make it a happy ending. "But if you ever refuse to do what I tell you to do, I'm gonna send these pictures to everyone in this god forsaken town and you're gonna have a lot of explaining to do won't ya? What do you think your husband will think?" She just lowered her head and sobbed. Then nodded. He then held a stern look upon his face and looked straight into her eyes and told her to undress. She paused a moment and he held out the pics with a sad look upon her face she undid the back of her dress and let it fall to her feet. Then she removed her slip. He just angrily looked at her and said keep going. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra with tears running freely now. He grinned as her beautiful double D breasts fell freely in front of him. He then sounding pissed said panties too!!! She slid her hands inside them and pushed them down. His eyes marveled at her full bush and cunt. He told her to put her hands at her sides, she did so starring straight ahead her mind wandering. He walked up to her and began squeezing her left breast, then squeezed it harder, he then began rubbing her right nipple he whispered in her ear, you have beautiful tits you know that? She didn't answer.. He had a full hard on and pushed her hard to the floor. He undid his jeans and pulled out a 9 inch hard on. He yelled, "Suck it you big- titted Bitch!" She just lay there until he grabbed her by her hair and forced his cock into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and forced her to deep throat him. Pumping her faster and harder with each thrust. Her tongue rolled back and forth over his long member. He leaned his head back and softly moaned enjoying the sensation. "I always knew you were a slut," he said. Soon he felt like he was about to explode so he made sure he shot his full load down her throat. She was forced to swallow or risk choking. She laid there gagging and coughing while he spoke. "Remember if you ever disrespect me or my family your life and your son's life will be hell." His wife then entered the room and looked at my mother then smiled and said, "You're a very beautiful women." The huge women then walked over to my mother and helped her up and slowly started to move her hand toward my mother's tits and then circled her nipple. She bent over and took one in her mouth and made slurping sounds. My mother had a look of disgust on her face. The fat woman put her left hand on my mothers back forcing as much of my mother tit in her mouth as possible, then she ran her hand down her back between my mothers ass cheeks and began to massage her asshole. Rohan then walked in and smiled at the sight he asked his dad if she was there sex slave now, Rohan's father looked at him and said to ask her. He looked at my mother with a fleshy smile and asked her and she quietly mumbled a yes. My mother had mascara all over her cheeks from her crying. Rohan smiled and walked over to her and told her to bend over for him. She hesitated then with a look from Rohans father she grimly did so. He stared at her luscious ass. Rohan slowly reached out and gripped a cheek, then slapped it hard, Rohan's father just laughed. Rohan's mom began to undress as her flabby tits engulfed her love handles, she spread her legs as she lay on the floor in front of my mother and told her to get to work. My mother slowly crawled over and began lapping up the fat women's wet vagina Rohan's father soon became hard again and told my mother to spread her legs. She did so and he began to insert his throbbing cock head. He grabbed her hips and slowly slid himself all the way in her. Rohan just stood there with a smile on his face watching the show. Rohan's mom began to moan as my mother played with her clit and Rohan's father began thrusting harder and harder. His balls were slapping against her at an increasing speed. My mothers tongue lapped up Rohan's mother's warm juices. She began to gag a bit as the heavy woman thrust her pussy into her face. My mother tits were bouncing back and forth so lovely. Rohans father noticed and grabbed her tits hard then grinned as he shot his load deep inside her. Rohan's mother smiled and told my mother that she was good at eating pussy. Rohan's father then smiled and said thank you to my mother. "Tomorrow night you're going out on a date with me got it? Now get the fuck out." I found myself in bed around 10 p.m. and my mother still hadn't come home. I drifted off thinking about the day-- the fun and the laughter of it all. Soon I found myself dreaming a recurring dream of my mother; after what had happened, the dream took on a great deal of reality which made it even more pleasant. I fell in a deep sleep holding onto my erection and had no fears of what might happen to me in the morning or when she came home. |
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