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As you got closer, you started to hear noises, and soon you understood why. Mahesh was standing in the frame of your front door, his pants around his ankles, Anasuya squatted down right between his legs slurping loudly on his meaty cock. Her legs were spread in the squat, and the apron dangled over her front like a loin cloth to some jungle mistress.
Mahesh was fingering her chest over the apron, rolling her taut breast around in his palm. Your mom just sucked dutifully between his legs, slurping with loud sloppy sounds.
SLLLURRRRRPPP
You went back into your room and shut the door. Even isolated here, you could still hear the noise of Anasuya's drool on your friend's cock.
Your mom came in a few minutes later, Mahesh draping his arm around her and groping her tit.
"Come in, now," she said, and Mahesh slapped her ass, "Dinner." Your mom retreated back to the kitchen, giggling girlishly.
You went and sat down at the table, where Mahesh and your Mom's places eat had a dish of casserole and a plate of potatoes, where mine only had potatoes.
"Why don't I get casserole?" You asked, Mahesh already eating his.
"Well, the casserole is for energy," she said, "All the energy Mahesh and I use when we fuck. But you're not fucking anyone, so I didn't think you'd need. You can have half of mine, though."
Anasuya scooped half out from her tray and placed it on your plate, a pasta mush that was shiny and wet.
You started to eat. Every once in a while, Mahesh would reach over and grab your mom’s breast, and it was clear she was stroking his cock beneath the table. As she chewed, her tits bounced up and down in the tight skimpy apron. About once a minute, Mahesh and Anasuya would lean over and kiss sensually, his hand mauling her tit over the apron.
"Let's have a topless dinner, hun," Mahesh suggested to your mom, and she just smiled and undid the straps that held up the apron. Slowly, the apron fell down to the table, revealing her round and perky breasts. She just picked up a fork and continued eating.
"The food's delicious," Mahesh said, and you were surprised that he made a compliment.
"You bet," cooed your mother, "I love what you added to mine."
"What does that mean," you asked, uneasily.
"I splooged into your mom's casserole," Mahesh said bluntly.
"Tasted delicious," your mother said, slurping a big piece of what you now knew was jizz.
You looked down at your plate. You had already eaten all of your half. You felt sick.
"That's disgusting!" You yelled, standing up from the table. Anasuya dropped some spermy pasta onto her tits and used her finger to scoop it back into her mouth. You stormed out of the room but eventually came back in.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" You yelled, and Mahesh stood up from the table and glared at you. You tried to storm out again, but Mahesh came over and pinned you down.
"You're fucking disgusting, both of you," you yelled, but he had his arm around you neck and soon you felt dizzy and passed out.
Mahesh was fingering her chest over the apron, rolling her taut breast around in his palm. Your mom just sucked dutifully between his legs, slurping with loud sloppy sounds.
SLLLURRRRRPPP
You went back into your room and shut the door. Even isolated here, you could still hear the noise of Anasuya's drool on your friend's cock.
Your mom came in a few minutes later, Mahesh draping his arm around her and groping her tit.
"Come in, now," she said, and Mahesh slapped her ass, "Dinner." Your mom retreated back to the kitchen, giggling girlishly.
You went and sat down at the table, where Mahesh and your Mom's places eat had a dish of casserole and a plate of potatoes, where mine only had potatoes.
"Why don't I get casserole?" You asked, Mahesh already eating his.
"Well, the casserole is for energy," she said, "All the energy Mahesh and I use when we fuck. But you're not fucking anyone, so I didn't think you'd need. You can have half of mine, though."
Anasuya scooped half out from her tray and placed it on your plate, a pasta mush that was shiny and wet.
You started to eat. Every once in a while, Mahesh would reach over and grab your mom’s breast, and it was clear she was stroking his cock beneath the table. As she chewed, her tits bounced up and down in the tight skimpy apron. About once a minute, Mahesh and Anasuya would lean over and kiss sensually, his hand mauling her tit over the apron.
"Let's have a topless dinner, hun," Mahesh suggested to your mom, and she just smiled and undid the straps that held up the apron. Slowly, the apron fell down to the table, revealing her round and perky breasts. She just picked up a fork and continued eating.
"The food's delicious," Mahesh said, and you were surprised that he made a compliment.
"You bet," cooed your mother, "I love what you added to mine."
"What does that mean," you asked, uneasily.
"I splooged into your mom's casserole," Mahesh said bluntly.
"Tasted delicious," your mother said, slurping a big piece of what you now knew was jizz.
You looked down at your plate. You had already eaten all of your half. You felt sick.
"That's disgusting!" You yelled, standing up from the table. Anasuya dropped some spermy pasta onto her tits and used her finger to scoop it back into her mouth. You stormed out of the room but eventually came back in.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" You yelled, and Mahesh stood up from the table and glared at you. You tried to storm out again, but Mahesh came over and pinned you down.
"You're fucking disgusting, both of you," you yelled, but he had his arm around you neck and soon you felt dizzy and passed out.