Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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Why my mom and my sister Ammu were returning home after getting laid by the cameraman and Murthy respectively, I could not feel my loving and caring mom and sister were returning home, rather I could only feel two hot whores returning home.  As my mom went to her bedroom and started removing her saree slowly and gently biting her lips not to wake up my drunk dad, I was so tempted to kiss my mom’s lips, “my whore mom, one day you lips will be mine, if not your pussy,” I said to myself.  When I went to look at my sister’s room, she was sleeping on the bed with the same pink saree, and was crying, “are you okay Ammu?” I whispered.  “I am fine,” she said and started wiping her tears and smiled at me.  As I started striking a conversation with her, and she began talking to me, the whole time I was watching her lips, her teeth, and tongue, and her lips were constantly reminding me of how they were kissing Murthy’s lips when he was cumming inside her pussy.  Though I was so tempted to kiss my sister’s lips, I controlled myself telling myself that maybe some other day I will kiss her lips.