I did what I could to help her out of her funk, but it wasn’t until we started looking to a place to move to that she got better. Some time back we were there, mom and I. Indian porn Hard dick like a flagpole. The pastor’s office. She dutifully opens my pants and takes out my stiff dick. Happily I think. She almost seemed to be enjoying herself. Her body trembling as she has an orgasm there in the shop. Yes! “Mmm, nice. She will taste her own pussy.” I tell them. Then…CRACK! Something suitable for her role as my whore. The pastor smiled and slapped her again. Mother scrambled out of her chair. Her face pushed into the couch cushion as he fucks her. After a passionate kiss I say, “Ready to go out?”
She nods happily. “Looks like a fun day for you.” The man teases. The boys take turns feeding her pussy juice. Now face the mirror. She heads down the stairs, towel in hand. That day I was watching from my usual spot. With freckled cheeks, orange hair, and tits that looked bigger than even my mother’s.
