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I was ready to be surprised about how my parents prank me... But I was not 100% prepared for what waited behind the door; Mom was standing across the living room straddling the door frame. She had one leg hiked up against the frame of the door and she was wearing the same silk purple robe she had worn for me the night before. Her jet black hair draped down over her shoulder and over one of her breasts; her makeup was heavily exaggerated, like you'd see in a porno. My eyes began to wander down the curvature of her body as she turned towards me just a bit; the bra she was wearing matched the purple robe, it had lace that covered only her nipples and was held in place by black strings which circled the entirety of her breast. I continued down to Mom's waist and could only see various strings on her bottoms with one very tiny stripe of purple covering the slit of her vagina; her legs were covered in mesh stockings with a black lacey top attached to a garter belt around her hips. To top it all off, she had on black high heels which boosted her height a couple of inches giving her legs a fuller lengthier appearance; I was rock hard just standing there in front of Mommy. She stepped away from the door frame and stood directly in front of me pulling the front of the robe behind her desi back, exposing her entire outfit for me to see. "Well, do you like it?" Mom said with a whisper and a giant grin across her face. I nodded. Oh, did I. Mom looked even better than she had in her bikini and the lingerie was doing nothing but enhancing the tight curves of her body; the strings of her thong were riding just above her hips around her waist a few inches below her pierced belly button which drew my eyes to her ripped abs. "You look incredible, Mo-" I was interrupted. "Let's bring John upstairs," Dad said, "John and I have been working almost 10 years together and now it's your lucky day sir." I tried not to laugh. Firstly, my Dad calling me John, then calling me Sir... Hah. I had to play along. Mom turned her back to me and dropped the robe from her shoulder to where it was hanging onto her elbows and looked over her shoulder and said, "Are you coming or what?" I could feel the pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock. I stared at her body and followed her upstairs to my parents bedroom. Her ass was hanging from beneath the robe and just as I had anticipated there was nothing covering it except a tiny string in the crack of her gigantic ass; her hips were covered in strings and bows. She walked up the stairs with the same kind of confidence she had shown me before, with her hips swaying back and forth and her ass bouncing right along with it; I began to foam at the mouth, quite literally. I entered their room. It was dimly lit by candle light like a massage parlor sort of place. My Dad sat down on his black beanbag chair and I looked at Mom again. "So, do you like what you see?" Mom asked again, this time waiting for my response. "Fuck yeah!" I accidentally said aloud. My heard dropped that I said something. I had to have been caught now. However; Mom placed one knee onto the edge of bed while I stood watching her; she placed the other along side it and sat on her knees with her back towards me looking over her shoulder and sticking her ass all the way out for my viewing pleasure. She seductively writhed around on the bed while staring me down the entire time; she went down to all fours and arched her back pushing her ass up into the air and then slowly laid down on her side on the bed and ran her hand indian down along the curves of her hip and along her ass. She spun around and laid on her stomach before coming back to all fours, her face now looking directly at me. "What do you want to do to me?" She asked, giving her ass a nice little slap. Mom crawled to the edge of the bed and sat straight up on her knees. "Come over here." “I prefer to be called ‘Night Eyes,’” Willowbud said, and winked at me as she leaned forward, “but since you’re family, Auntie, you can call me ‘Willowbud.’” "Who was that?" He wanted to give them one final degradation. Paula runs the three limo companies with great dedication. “No,” she laughed. How will I hide that from Norm,” Grace thought. Then I looked to him and asked in the sweetest voice possible, “Care to drop me off?” Fresh used panties! She started to move on Conner's cock pumping her hips up and down with short strokes and I began making long slow strokes, pulling back till only the head was in and slowly driving my cock to full depth. I used my fingers to separate indian her vaginal lips to give my lips and tongue better access. We’ve got her ready…now finish her!” Oh no, I thought: OUR VOWS! She slowly moved out from under the covers and went into the bathroom to clean her body. He was not clear whom to thank for this out of the world experience - Jaya for the physical experience or Rekha for coaxing Jaya into this. "But bras are expensive." ‘The Sharks’---A loose knit community of financial terrorists, who show great interest and ability in interfering in other’s financial statuses to benefit them-selves. "I am far stronger than you think. I got on top of him with his cock against my clit. Her heart was beating fast. Her mother hated her, legacy of a failed attempt to ensnare an earl, desi he mother dumped her at the earliest possible stage and her mothers parents brought her up in their austere town house, then boarding school at five years old, a fat ugly duckling she remained a Virgin until University where her belly subsided and her tits became pleasantly rounded and then in the gap year she had married Richard so she could accompany him to the UAE an Islamic country frowning upon single women. And god forbid you ever get a traffic ticket or anything like a misdemeaner – automatic meat. I shuddered as they sang again, a frantic chanting as my girl-cum spurted over and over into Jocelin's hot depths. We had to stand in one big line, all in our bright blue robes, we had to be quiet and then the priests came in. To embrace it.