Mummy and I in the back of the cab

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Mummy and I in the back of the cabI once went to a restaurant with my mothers boyfriend, he was in his late 40’s, and after a glass of champagne, he called me a wild c***d, when she got up and went to the ladies room.I told him to mind his own fucking business(My exact words), and curtly reminded him that he was not my father.’I would take you knickers down and spank you hard, you’re ass would sting for weeks’, he retorted, I hesitated then fired back, ‘How do you know I am wearing any’, trying to shock.It appeared to have effect as he sat there, trying to formulate an answer before mummy reappeared at the far end of the room, stopping to say hello to a friend sitting close by.’Young lady, we shall continue this another time, when we are alone’, he said thickly, making his intentions clear he wanted a meeting with my bare bum and the palm of his hand.’Shall I mention it to mummy’, I asked casually as she walked back to the table, ‘Mention what’? she asked, first looking at me then her boyfriend. ‘He thinks I am too young to be drinking wine’, I suggested and the look of relief on his face confirmed my suspicions, he had desires on his girlfriends daughter, seeing me as extra curriculum for his lustful cock.Needless to say as the night wore on was plied more alcohol, perhaps to ‘loosen me up’ was his aim, and it must have appeared to work when he slipped my a piece of paper scribbled with, ‘You’re wearing a blue thong, dare you take it off at the table’.I looked at it, then back to him and as I eye-balled him I felt a warm ısparta escort gush between my legs, the feeling was very sexual and I wondered if mummy was picking-up on our vibes.He wanted my wet panties with their sweet secretions on their saturated crotch, time to remove them as requested, easily done as my short skirt had two zippers on either hip, and my thong was just a hip tie little number, unzip and pull the chord either side, and I was sitting on a loose piece of cotton, cradling my young fertile cunt, hot and moist, open and erect, in readiness for copulation, I reached down and withdrew the saturated cloth, dropped my napkin and conveniently d****d it across his knew with a reassuring squeeze to let him know, the dirty deed had been done.I looked at mummy as I sat up and composed myself, but she was downing another glass of red wine, oblivious her daughter was preparing herself for full sex with her boyfriend, indeed we both sat there and mind fucked each other while her own pussy was pushed into touch and mine was snapping at warm air in anticipation of his cock pushing inside mine tonight.I sat behind the cab driver, my bare ass on the leather seat and my skirt around my waist, it felt cold then warm and I gushed more warm secretions while he sat between mummy and I.I looked across at mummy, she had passed out, or so I thought until I saw his hand working between her legs, he was masturbating her and she was visibly lost in sexual ecstasy, humping his fingers as the cab driver focused his rear mirror escort ısparta on her face.My coat was open and you could not help but see nudity, my long thighs glistened white in the darkness, both culminating in my ‘V’, exposed and open sufficiently to allow his finger easy access between the soft folds of warm moist flesh, mother and daughter were humping either hand, dancing the same sexual tango, when the driver pulled of the road into a quiet lay-by and got out, went around to mummy’s door, opened it and got on top of her. He reached in and pulled her legs out, pushing her head onto his lap, while he continued to finger me. Mummy looked up and out as the driver dropped his pants and his big cock dangled in free space, bobbing up and down as he adjusted mummy’s position, pushing on top of her with her legs over his shoulder, he started humping her.The noises they made were straight out of the rules for porn, mummy moaned and begged to be fucked, her stockinged legs in my face and the fat cab driver complying with gusto and eagerness, his cock making slurping noise as he moved in and out of her vagina, and I watched fascinated, as the noises and the sexual odors from their copulation filled the cab, and drove my yearnings higher.He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and put an arm around my neck and pulled my upper body forwards, towards the action, holding my face within inches of mummy’s contorted expressions of love making. He turned my face upwards towards the heaving sweaty drivers, who then proceeded ısparta escort bayan to lick my cheeks and force his tongue down my throat, as he humped the organ from whence I emerged, sixteen years earlier.Mummies lover now reinserted his fingers into my pussy and proceeded to entice me into sexual submission, I was now on my back, my head alongside mummy’s as the driver took turns in kissing both of us as our pussies were subjected to what they were designed for.I listened in amazement as mummy had her orgasm, it was violent and her mouthings made me realize where I got my physical needs from, which were soon to be realized as the cab driver pulled from her and came around to my door and promptly inserted himself into mine and started humping me.As this was happening mummy sat up and kissed her boyfriend on the mouth, ‘Thanks darling’ she said, then reached out to the driver and touched his sweaty face, said ‘ you can do better than that, come on man, Fuck her, bang it in’, I was looking up at her, her face aglow and my legs over my shoulders, the poor man could not hold back as he convulsed each time sending a hot spurt of semen into my womb, ‘I’m fucking cumming’ he mouthed, to which mummy laughed and mouthed, ‘I am seeing the birth of my grandc***dren’, leaving me detached from my body, as its fertilization was being carried out, and she was witnessing it with glee and satisfaction, we were mother and daughter in name only, I was a piece of fuck meat created by her for her voyeuristic sexual needs.The cab driver, a married man was paid handsomely for his semen, a father of 7 c***dren, his pedigree was not in question, as mummy’s granddaughter was produced on time and on plan, meanwhile I continue to get on with life, only I please myself when it come to sex.

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