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"Wear something mom," I said. "Oh! Just come on in, you don't need to be shy" "No, its like you are my mom and if someone knew that I looked at you in this fewer clothes..." "Don't you worry about anyone else, no one will know" Saying so she took my hand and took me inside the bathroom, I went with her with no resistance. At this time I noticed that she threw her clothes while she took the shower and now her top, she put her hand up again showing her really clean armpit and just one single thread of really thick hair, matched with her brown hairs. I took my moustache cutter and cut it place and enough to make it go away inshave. "Now shave it off, it will be gone", I said. "Thanks to my son" I again had a look of her big white boobs and again noticed the mole, this time there was a cut that could have been healed for long enough to not even make it visible, thanks to lights in the bathroom I say that. "Why do you have a cut here, do you have a shave here too, though it don't look like a shaving cut", I asked. "No, we girls don't have hairs here, it was when you were born, your dad was angry at something, and he did while I was feeding you for good night sleep" indian I gasped because she never mentioned dad at any times, it was liked he never existed. "Son you worry nothing went the wrong except he fucked me really hard and while he was about to shoot he grabbed this beauty and made is mark with his fingernail." She added. At this moment I was angry with a man I every knows and surprised because my mom was talking about him and the look on her desi face saddest I've ever seen her. I even forgot that my dick was now poking mom in her belly, very near to where her pussy would be. She hugged me and I noticed that she was sobbing. I didn't know what else to do, so made her comfortable by holding her. I also noticed that my dick was moved aside and back in boxers. I felt cold fingers touching it. I knew it was Bhabhi moms. After nearly 2-3 mins we went back to the hall. I saw and knew that my mom was the long-faced sad india whole day, I cooked her favourite lunch, snacks and dinner but she was the same. I also saw her sobbing in the night nearly around the time to sleep she came to my room. "Don't homemade you worry, I'm okay, it's like after some good sleep I'll be normal again?" she said and gave me meds and left. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing. He picks up my g string and looks them over. The few times I’ve touched myself the response of my body – flaring into passion – makes me feel like there’s a sexual animal inside me that could claim me utterly once it was released. I got to where I would have my first orgasm as soon as he put his giant cock in me.” "Cum and get homemade it slut. I was rubbing his upright cock and managed to get to a position where I could lick his balls and then his shaft and finally take it india in my indian mouth. This time around it was a brunette girl and a black haired girl fighting it out. You’ll see.” Prestira, I-” A tentacle burrowed down my throat, choking out my protest. “Mmm, you kiss better than Rebecca,” Gloria said. They each knew very well what his plans were and were totally dedicated desi to helping him achieve his Bhabhi goals. My little pucker could offer no resistance to the slender tip of the twig, and Kara slipped the end of the willow sprig up my fearfully quivering butthole. How about lunch tomorrow?" She was not to be touched in any way, and she was absolutely not to get on the boat under any circumstances. The only other material that I took with me was a towel.