I removed my finger and quickly replaced it with another Hardcore 2, sliding my two fingers in and out, massaging the inside of my ass and making sure to try and hit my prostate. I could feel myself getting closer and closer so I stood up and put down the toilet seat, I used the suction cup on my dildo to stick it in place, slowly positioning myself over it until I could feel its head poking against my hole. With a feeling of pure ecstasy I slowly lowered, feeling every pronounced vein as my insides gripped the foreign object, with my head thrown back in pleasure I quickly had all 6 inches of it inside of me, precum pooling and dropping from the tip of my cock down onto my balls as I gently rode my toilet seat. I was just about to cum when the bathroom door swung open to reveal my wasted mum stood there looking at me. We both remained silent for what seemed like an eternity, “a wanker, just like your dad” she said with slurred speech as she was turning around to leave the room. Thankfully because of my position it must have just looked like I was jerking off on the toilet rather than using a dildo as well. My dick was now fully flaccid and thanks to the shock I had lost all arousal, unfortunately this also made getting the dildo out a bit more painful than usual, after everything was washed and hidden behind the skirting board again I bathed normally and headed to our bedroom only to find Emily on my bed crying. She really hated seeing our mum drunk, even before our family life went to hell she didn’t enjoy seeing our mum and dad when they were drunk, she made a habit of trying to avoid them or listen to music. As soon as I walked in the door she asked me to go and check on mum and to make sure that she was ok, I told her I would do it as soon as I got dressed since I was still in my towel and all my clothes were in my wardrobe. But before I could get dressed she begged me to do it and was still crying hard. I told her I would go and check now but reassured her that she would be fine. I opened the door to see my mum passed out on her bed with her skirt and panties pulled down to her ankles and her boots still collegegirl on. A dildo was lying between her thighs and her small TV had porn on it, that would have been pretty shocking as it was but I noticed that the dildo she was using was the exact same type that I had impaled myself on less than 20 minutes ago, I guess me and mum have something in common after all. I noticed that her bedside draw was open and decided to take a look to see what it was that she kept inside, looking back at me as a pretty decent collection of sextoys, I was shocked at how many she had, there was different type of lubes, condoms, dildo’s and vibrators along with large amounts of bondage rope and ties, something I would never thought she would have been indianporn into. I looked back at her and saw that she had lots of cuts and bruises on her arms and legs, some new some that looked older, most likely from where she’d fallen down on her way back home when she’s been drunk. I noticed she had some strange marks on her neck and her breasts, at first I couldn’t figure out what they were and then I realised they were hickeys, again some older and some that looked like they had just been done a few hours ago. I’d never though that you could even get hickeys anywhere other than your neck until now. I pulled the bed sheet up over her and was about to desisex turn off the TV when I saw what she was watching, a middle aged woman was kneeling down in front of a much younger man sucking his dick, her head was bobbing up and down and gagging sounds were coming from her, drool dripping from her chin down onto her indianwife tits. His hands on the back of her head pushing himself deeper and deeper down her throat. The faster his hands moved the more she gagged coating her tit’s even more, while she was sucking his cock her right hand was furiously rubbing her swollen clit, her juices were dripping down her thighs and from her lips down onto the tile floor making a slippery pool. As I was watching I could feel myself getting harder and harder, the towel was starting to get tighter around my crotch and I could feel the shaft of my dick being pushing against the soft fabric. At this point I’ve had incestuous feeling towards my mum for a few years, it started when my dad asked if he could use my IPad one day to check his emails and do some work because his phone had ran out. When he gave me it back I noticed that his Facebook was still logged in and for some reason I decided to snoop around a little bit, when I went onto messenger I noticed that the last message mum had sent him was a indiangirl video and since was at work I was curious what it was. When it started my heart almost burst out of my chest, she was in one of the bathroom cubicles with her legs spread while she was recording herself rubbing her pussy. I instantly turned it off feeling sick and grossed out seeing my mum’s pussy and thinking about her sending stuff like that to our dad. I tried to forget about it but all I could about that entire day was the video I’d seen. I tried to play games and listen to music, anything to distract myself but it was like a fire in the back of my head. A burning itch that wouldn’t let me forget or take my mind off of it. Eventually I lost to the temptation and curiosity and opened the messenger app again, lying on my bed I pressed the video and again was whiteness to my mum’s legs spread on the toilet seat. Hearing her soft and quite moans sent me over the edge in almost record time as I shot rope after rope of cum all over myself. Over the next few weeks I must have cum to that video and other’s that she’d sent him hundreds of times. The only reason it stopped was because my IPad needed resetting one day and I lost access to his account. I knew the feelings that I had for her were wrong but I couldn’t stop them, as much as I felt like a freak it was something I couldn’t help, I was smart enough to know that the feelings had to stay to myself and I could never let on to people how I felt and I definitely couldn’t act on them. Tonight however I wasn’t thinking straight, I’m not sure if it was due to the smell of my mother’s sex filling the room or being so close to the object of my wildest desire. Common sense was out the window and my voice of logic was replaced with the horney pervert I tried to keep under control. My hand crept towards the top of her quilt, going as slowly as I humanly could to make sure I wouldn’t wake her up, although with the amount of alcohol and most likely drugs that were in her system I didn’t really need to worry about that. My hands gript the quilt edge and slowly started pulling it down, inch by inch displaying more and more skin. Just like trying to view porn images with slow internet. Starting at the top and going down painfully slowly, showing more and more each time. The further down it got the more excited and the closer to getting to the best parts. Her breasts started to come into sight bit by bit, her nipples standing to attention. “I see; Priapus.” Zoe said. I look at the clock on the microwave, it says 7:54am. Every candidate must have a psychological exam so you don’t wind up with a psycho on the force—someone who will go crazy under stress—and every candidate will have to indiangirl pass their way through the Memphis Police Academy. They both slid up the bed several inches. I need to worship her body with my tongue. Katie steps up on the coffee indianwife table as Kevin kneels down in front of her. Behind the statue, the wall was covered in a colorful geometric mosaic. I dwarfed in comparison to other guys my age. Yes suck those nice, big, nipples. But, I am so scared that once we are part, you will think hard and say no to what we have going now. We sucked. He put the package on a table while I went for the drinks. Then Carol and I rushed to the car and I drove to Oak Ridge Park which was closer than Riverside Park. “I’m just explaining things.” How did the two indianporn of you desisex find out each other liked being naked?" “You get the water started while I get us some towels” she said. I Hardcore moved into her slowly, until I was all the way in. “Lay still, I want to feel you wrapped around my dick” "Faye!" she admonished me under her breath. This was not by accident, but was a primary goal for each one. It didn’t take long to finish cleaning the rest of the house and when I was collegegirl finished, I put my French maid’s outfit on and turned to Graham to tell him that I was leaving. Please don't stop. His knot having swelled completely. That’s what you think, isn’t it?” "They are like what?" he pressed. Her teacher grinned triumphantly, and gave her clitoris the lightest of caresses. Jon had parked on the side of a main road and left me showing everything that I had got to anyone who happened to look in, and some were. Please don`t let them take it from me Max, Please!” Begged Grace