I think you do too.”Felicity looked up, she blushed, but said nothing. She watched Tony stand up, his cock bursting out of his dressing gown. It was even bigger than she remembered from last night. Tony realised his mother was the key to his continued pleasures. He edged towards her, and put his hand on the back of her head.Felicity, and Ellie watched as Tony laid his hand on Felicity’s head, and guided her face to his erect penis. Felicity felt her heart pounding against her chest, Ellie’s mouth was dry. Felicity looked at her son’s cock. This was so wrong, and yet, it felt so right. She knew the others were watching her, waiting for her to decide. She decided, and opened her mouth. Tony’s cock felt hard and silky smooth on her tongue, she took as much as she could, stopping just as she began to gag. She pulled her mouth away. “This is our secret, understand Tony!” she told him sternly.“I understand Mum, now lets all go back into the bedroom, shall we,” Tony told them.Felicity. “Sorry Mum,” Raj apologized, glaring at me. “Deepak’s being an ass.” I was close to the phone just then so I heard Mom say, “You boys play nice, now.” Raj said to me, “Mum wants to know if you want to go home next weekend to celebrate Ashlesha’s birthday.” “Sure. Sounds good,” We could be going to Hissar tomorrow for all I cared. Raj went back into the phone. “Ok we’ll be there. Listen Mum, I got to go now. Bye.” Chucking the phone across the room, he rolled on top of me.Taking both my arms by the wrists he put them over my head and held them there with an iron grip. “Now you’re going to get it,” he growled. He pressed my shoulder down with his free hand as he slammed into my prostate. Bam bam bam! Shit, if he kept this up I was going to have burns from the hardwood. I loved it. “Mom said to play nice.” I reminded him between gasps. “Yup.” Raj had become a blur of sweat, muscle, and heat. There was no way of stopping this train now. We were going to blow each other to smithereens..
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