Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan’s room for a big peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her long postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the facial wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around indian on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a true slut. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth. He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the morning’s depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his mother’s near nude form lying on the kitchen threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head. Mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left hand holding the garment around her crotch area. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan. “I knew you would be about early”, whispered Dan, holding her naked shoulders and not even questioning her on her state of undress. “Oh Dan,” whimpered Manya meekly as she Squirting allowed him to hold her by her naked waist and lead him over to the MILF dining table. His hands slipped lower to hold her by the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took him by surprise. Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin’s dick already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered ” “Now Dan, in this place?” “Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flight and you look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come over you?” “Just fuck me now darling cousin. We’ll talk later, ” whispered the ever lusty housewife. She looked in his direction as she snatched the backpack, he had dropped one of the spice bottles that had shattered in many small pieces. "Hey ladies, how bout you hang with us?" "Mmm, well I hope we both have a lot more cumming to do with each other," Anne purred. Heather kissed me on the cheek then left. Her saddle was waterproof, for riding through the rain and for washing as she was now, but Dumin was sensitive to her scent, and might try to land if she grew too excited. The phallus is quite large and stuffs her uncomfortably full. He kissed me with hunger, pressing me against the wall. I grabbed two handfuls of bedspread to keep myself from flying off the bed. and started leading her down the hall. She turned her head to the side so she could see his face, feeling his cock press forward the merest bit, so that the head of it was now between her outer lips and against her innermost self. “Not at all. And the federal and state emergency services agencies were monitoring the activities of the contractors that were MILF working in the area, along with ones that had sneaked in. A team of prosecutors from around the state had Squirting set up facial a legal center to deal with any contractors found to be grossly over-charging their clients. I could not believe what I had just heard from my shy, sexually inexperienced wife. She spasmed like she had been hit with another jolt of electricity. Satisfied he had got enough of it up to remove the washcloth. indian I knew she would make a wonderful wife and I loved her strange mixture of one-minute childishness and then in an instant, her proud adult way of looking at things. He offers his hand, she takes it and holds it firmly in hers, "I'm Solata, Solata Lunata of..." she slips into thought,"… of whatever, this place name,� I guess." She was big quite wet already and my fingers slid easily into her tight canal. I moved back into her room slowly and I'm certain I saw her finger being sucked after wiping the cum from her neck. Maybe 15 minutes. When she got there and parked in the lot, she saw Sandy's car parked on the other side of the lot. She thought to her self. It was empty.