He clearly knew exactly what he was doing, and had chosen his moment precisely. Indian hot sex But it had to end. I felt their legs either side of me, and they stirred slightly. Mum was propped up on the backboard of the king size bed, stark naked. The combination of oral stimulation and anal probing, plus another mouth on one budding tit and fingers teasing the other nipple was too intense, and my long, high, whimpering moan signalled to my mum and did that they had given their daughter an orgasm for the first time. I had called a couple of men “daddy” during sex, but being able to say it to my actual dad was an extra thrill. It has to be said, too, that this talk was having a major effect on my own libido. My mind thrilled at the prospect of tasting mummy’s pussy, tasting daddy’s semen. When her lips closed about it and I felt suction, I knew she was gone. “Oops,” I cried, “Pussykins slipped!”
Mum looked up the stairs to my voice, and was treated to a sight that momentarily paralyzed her: her erotic fantasy of a daughter wearing only a long shirt and nothing else! She was restricting my breathing, but that only added to the experience;
