u/DrRishiGautam

After my father left for heaven, there were family disputes, and my mother was thrown out of our house. So we came to delhi, there was one of my father's friend. The problem was he was a mulla. He gave us a place to live, it was small but livable. After a few days, he started visiting frequently. As per him, he can't drink alcohol at his house and technically this is also his house therefore he will drink it here. Sometimes he comes along, sometimes with his friends. Even when we never touch non-vegetarian, my mother used to make different kind of non-vegetarian snacks for him. They forced my mom into drinking and consuming non-vegetarian. And after she gets drunk, they exploit her body to the fullest extent.

She used to lie naked in the living room, with a used condom hanging from her asshole. And cum dripping from her mouth and vagina. Her whole body was dripping in filth and cum.

These things become soo often, that she stopped wearing undergarments and just wore a loose nighty in house.

I was to stay in my room, and had to see everything from the bedroom.

I came from a family who lives in a 1 room house. When I was very young, i used to sleep with my parents with a mattress on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

It all started with weird voices at night which woke me up. When I took a peek from my blanket. It was my dad making a bitch out of my mom and pounding her like nothing else matters. Initially, it felt scary and hard to understand. I even talked to some friends in school about it. They seemed to enjoy the conversation, i didn't understand why. But over time, I started to enjoy those night sessions. I even waited in my blanket for the lights to turn on. And every second of the wait, was worth it. They used to have back towards me while doing doggy, so I had a much closer and clear look at it. The way, my mom used to take it in, she surely was an artist. I used to have some pulsations felt in my groin, never understood why. But then, i ejaculated in my underwear, without even touching myself. And then it happened again, and then again.

Once, I was peeking from my blanket, and had eye contact with my mother. I froze, but she didn't ask my father to stop. I closed my eyes. 10 minutes later I opened my eyes and she was still in the same position looking at me.

Nothing changed, she carried on the way she used to.

I came from a family who lives in a 1 room house. When I was very young, i used to sleep with my parents with a mattress on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

It all started with weird voices at night which woke me up. When I took a peek from my blanket. It was my dad making a bitch out of my mom and pounding her like nothing else matters. Initially, it felt scary and hard to understand. I even talked to some friends in school about it. They seemed to enjoy the conversation, i didn't understand why. But over time, I started to enjoy those night sessions. I even waited in my blanket for the lights to turn on. And every second of the wait, was worth it. They used to have back towards me while doing doggy, so I had a much closer and clear look at it. The way, my mom used to take it in, she surely was an artist. I used to have some pulsations felt in my groin, never understood why. But then, i ejaculated in my underwear, without even touching myself. And then it happened again, and then again.

Once, I was peeking from my blanket, and had eye contact with my mother. I froze, but she didn't ask my father to stop. I closed my eyes. 10 minutes later I opened my eyes and she was still in the same position looking at me.

Nothing changed, she carried on the way she used to.

I came from a family who lives in a 1 room house. When I was very young, i used to sleep with my parents with a mattress on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

It all started with weird voices at night which woke me up. When I took a peek from my blanket. It was my dad making a bitch out of my mom and pounding her like nothing else matters. Initially, it felt scary and hard to understand. I even talked to some friends in school about it. They seemed to enjoy the conversation, i didn't understand why. But over time, I started to enjoy those night sessions. I even waited in my blanket for the lights to turn on. And every second of the wait, was worth it. They used to have back towards me while doing doggy, so I had a much closer and clear look at it. The way, my mom used to take it in, she surely was an artist. I used to have some pulsations felt in my groin, never understood why. But then, i ejaculated in my underwear, without even touching myself. And then it happened again, and then again.

Once, I was peeking from my blanket, and had eye contact with my mother. I froze, but she didn't ask my father to stop. I closed my eyes. 10 minutes later I opened my eyes and she was still in the same position looking at me.

Nothing changed, she carried on the way she used to.

I came from a family who lives in a 1 room house. When I was very young, i used to sleep with my parents with a mattress on the floor at the foot end of the bed.

It all started with weird voices at night which woke me up. When I took a peek from my blanket. It was my dad making a bitch out of my mom and pounding her like nothing else matters. Initially, it felt scary and hard to understand. I even talked to some friends in school about it. They seemed to enjoy the conversation, i didn't understand why. But over time, I started to enjoy those night sessions. I even waited in my blanket for the lights to turn on. And every second of the wait, was worth it. They used to have back towards me while doing doggy, so I had a much closer and clear look at it. The way, my mom used to take it in, she surely was an artist. I used to have some pulsations felt in my groin, never understood why. But then, i ejaculated in my underwear, without even touching myself. And then it happened again, and then again.

Once, I was peeking from my blanket, and had eye contact with my mother. I froze, but she didn't ask my father to stop. I closed my eyes. 10 minutes later I opened my eyes and she was still in the same position looking at me.

Nothing changed, she carried on the way she used to.