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Incest Incest There is something about my mother Monica
There's Something About My Mom Monica My name is Karthik, and I'm 18 years old, the only son of my parents. My dad works as a general manager at a bank, which keeps him busy most of the time, leaving my mom, Monica, to handle the household. She's 34, a stunning housewife who turns heads... -
Incest Incest There is something about my mother Monica
This is not my original creation. This rewritten version of the story "There's Something About My Mom Seetha" by the author NovelistCasanova around March 2015 on blogs and forums like, and later reposted on sites such as XForum and Indian Sex Stories archives. I am not the author, nor do I... -
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Incest There is something about my mother Asha
The auto driver straightened his clothes, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin still lingering on his face. “Alright guys, let’s get out of here before someone shows up. I’ll drop you home and leave.” “Yep,” Mom said softly, her voice still husky and... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
The auto is parked under a flickering street lamp on the deserted highway, rain hammering the roof like drums. In the mirror’s reflection: My mom reclined against the back seat, exposing her full breasts heaving with each breath. Her legs are wrapped tightly around my waist, heels digging into... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
Mom didn’t flinch—she kept stroking through his orgasm, milking every drop, hand gliding slickly over his pulsing shaft. Her eyes fluttered half-closed in arousal, lips curving into a soft, satisfied moan as the warm cum soaked into the fabric and skin. The shirt clung wetly to her... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
She tried harder—nails scraping the fabric, knuckles brushing the hard bulge beneath—but the zipper refused. A frustrated whimper escaped her swollen lips. The driver chuckled low, eyes dark with lust, and stepped out of the auto. The night air was cool against their heated skin. He stood in... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
The road stretched endlessly ahead—empty, no vehicles, no people, just the occasional flicker of distant headlights long gone. The moon hung low, casting silvery shadows over the fields on either side. From the rear-view mirror, the driver kept glancing at Mom. She sat beside me in the back... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
The auto driver—our original companion—was right beside me, breathing hard, eyes fixed on the scene. Without warning, he yanked his lungi aside, pulled out his erect dick, and started toward Mom. That’s when the sound of an approaching auto engine cut through the air. Headlights swept the... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
After the storm of raw, brutal passion subsided, the kitchen fell into a heavy, humid silence—broken only by the soft drip of spilled oil from the table’s edge and Mom’s ragged, uneven breaths. Gopichand—still panting, his wrinkled chest heaving—slowly withdrew from her. His thick cock slipped... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
He paused only to deliver light, sharp slaps to the sides of her oiled breasts—watching with dark satisfaction as the flesh rippled and reddened faintly under his palm, the jiggle hypnotic in the dim overhead glow: "Bounce for me, Asha... so pretty... you're enjoying this, aren't you? Say it."... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
My mom’s fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in his weathered skin. Her thighs trembled around his waist, body pinned and rocking with every upward surge, caught between the cold wall at her back and the burning heat of the old man claiming her so completely: "Mmm... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
He snatched the oil bottle again, tilting it high. A fresh golden stream poured down the elegant curve of her spine, warm and thick, trickling slowly between her shoulder blades before racing down the dip of her lower back and into the cleft of her ass. The liquid coated her crack, sliding over... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
Between her parted thighs, her pussy lay exposed: swollen, glistening, the puffy lips still flushed and parted from the auto driver’s recent use, a faint sheen of residual wetness catching the dim kitchen light. Gopichand paused, eyes gleaming with dark hunger as he stared down at her. “Look at... -
Incest There is something about my mother Asha
Mom’s body trembled uncontrollably—every muscle locked in a futile battle against the overwhelming invasion—as the thug’s thick fingers plunged deeper into her slick, swollen pussy. This time, she didn’t fight; she couldn’t. Her eyes squeezed shut tighter, lashes clumped with fresh tears, brows...