Her feet dangled free and bounced on the steps. Indian sex “Thanks again”. “You fucking cunt, WHO’S THE MAN AROUND HERE NOW BITCH”! Mom and dad couldn’t hold in their joy and delight. She gagged as I crammed my shaft into her soft, puffy lips. He’d gotten both of them knocked up. “…let got of me…”, Aunt Barbara muttered. Sweat and tears mingled and dribbled off her cheeks, staining my bed cover. Aunt Barbara was sitting on the floor next to her. Given the shape mom and Aunt Barbara were in? I got even more angry. It was the best way. Anything you saw would be warped and twisted. SSSSSSSCCCCCCCLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOPPPP, was the sound as my thighes slapped against the underside of hers. Tossing mom’s fat leg back on the bed and leaving her on her stomach, I took my shaft in one hand. I could feel the warm cum leaking from her twat, down my shaft coating my balls. I hissed the most hate-filled, vile things one could ever think of as I pressed the head of my shaft against my mother’s dried up prune of a pussy.
