I am Deepak here with my second story. This is a sex story about my mom being fucked by my dad’s employer. It happened on a few months ago when dad was currently working for Mr.Darshan in Dubai. At that time, me and my mom were living in Kolkata so dad used to visit us once or a week every month due to congestion in work. Let me intro you to my mom, her name is Harita, 50 yrs old having a hot figure of 40D -36-44. She has a long hair which goes along the back of her body.Her breast and ass are really big but the bigger one is her fat ass which bounces up and down when she walks. Coming back to the story, as usual dad works under the management of Mr.Darshan. Mr.Darshan is a manger at an international company and he is a Punjabi who is a bit tall and well built. He is 60 yrs old now. Dad called us one evening and said that he will be visiting us and this time he will come with his boss, Mr.Darshan.We waited for them for a week and finally they came on weekend. The

I am Sunny from Vadodra, Gujarat and my age is 20. Ye chudai story meri mom ki hai jo ki teacher he school me. Unka nam neeta he aur wo 42 saal ki he. Wo dikhne me itni khubsurat nai he fir bhi aurat to he yahi kafi hai. Unka figure 34 28 36 he andaza laga sakte he aap ki figure kesa hoga. Wo hamesha saree pehnti he because hum Gujarati he. Mere dad ka transfar ho gaya hai delhi isi liye ab wo waha rehte he aur ghr me ab hum teen log hi reh gaye he me meri mom aur meri sister. Ab baat mom ki kare to apko bataya mene ki wo teacher he. Humare baju me ek uncle rehte he unka naam he hitesh wo b meri mom ki school me peon he. Unki wife nai he wo apni ek ladki ke sath rehte he. Wo normal body k he lekin pet thoda bahar nikala hua he jiski waje se wo mote lagte he. Meri mom aur wo sath me hi school jate he unki bike pe isi liye society k log unke bareme baat karte he aur socity k uncle aur ladko b ab unke bareme gandi bate karte aur mom ko line marte he. Ye chudai story muj

This is not fiction. The names of the people involved, including mine, have been changed for obvious reasons. But believe me, it is all true, though it happened a long time ago, when I was just a kid. Although I am a rich businessman now, I come from a very poor family. I was the only child of my parents. My father owned a tea-shop in a suburban area of Kerala. We lived in a small house behind the tea-shop. My parents worked hard to make both ends meet. Since they were fairly educated people and understood the value of education well, they had high ambitions regarding my own education. I was not bad at studies. Though I was an only child, I was not a spoiled one. I was very obedient to my parents. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, despite our poverty. Then things began to change for us. My father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died. I was only twelve then. After his death, my mother tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she s