My free hand slid down my naked body. I caressed over my belly and reached my black bush. I slid my fingers through my hairs and found my pussy lips. I stroked myself sex as Clint buried his face into his mother's twat. My mother-in-law gasped. Her back arched. Her mature and beautiful face twisted in pleasure. She then groaned through clenched teeth. Her hips wiggled as Clint feasted on her. I moved closer, rubbing my twat as I filmed my indian husband and brother feasting on his mother. I squatted down. He danced his tongue across her folds. He stroked her while she moaned. Her head tossed back and forth as he devoured her. His left hand held her skirt and apron out of the way while his right slid up her thigh. “Oh, softcore my god, Clint,” desi she groaned. “You're... you're...” “Eating your pussy, Mom?” he asked, pulling his lips away. They were gleaming with her incestuous pussy juices. “Huh, Mom?” “Yes!” she moaned, her breasts swaying. “Oh, Clint, this... this...” “Is what you need,” he said and buried his face back into her porn twat. “My wonderful son!” she moaned as he ate her. I stroked my pussy as I squatted there, my fingers caressing my cuntlips. I focused the camera on her twat as he drove his tongue through his folds. He lapped at her. He devoured her with passion. He made her moan and gasp. "Master loves to play with us! desi “I softcore love you. Her large breasts swayed before my face as her hands slid down my muscular chest to my rippling abs. The apartment has one bathroom, a living room that’s combined with a kitchen area and one bedroom with two beds each on opposite sides of the room. Which I found days later with a repeat on the stairwell. "OH FUCK YEA", she squealed out-loud as the punks porn inserted three and four fingers up her arse, pulling her pink anus wide open for the other attendees to admire as more fingers fought their way up the brazen indian punk's tattooed cunny. I told her I wasn’t that bad and not to worry. “That’s because I am in love with you. I apologize, I was so concerned you would run sex off to your demise that I completely overlooked it. This will not affect my memory will it sir?" “And we will start by seeing how well Carlo’s little sister sucks cock.” She was dangling on the edge. He was dealt a good opening hand: A-J suited. They did not notice the door was opened. Hot cum spurted into the depths of my bowels. His degrading words somehow turned me on even more, but I didn’t respond. “Damn, you’re already THAT excited?” Matt said. “But I really have no way of proving that. "What two girls?" "Well," she says as she extends her arms out to me, "are you going to kiss me or what?" As he talked to me, his hand moved down between my legs and began to slide his finger up and down my wet slit. I don’t deserve r-respect from my Da- oh!- my Daddy. It wasn’t just nervousness, it was excited nervousness. I didn’t shrink from my brother in fear, shock or shame. Woodstock was up there, as was the whole San Francisco, Height Ashbury scene. She turned into the office and stared at my cock like a starving lion.