As I opened the door I was met with the unmistakeable waft of marijuana and the sound of a woman groaning with pleasure. Let me explain; my 15 year old son was staying with me after having yet another argument with his father who he actually lived with. Bhabhi “Then I’d sneak along the landing and watch him undress you then fuck you.”
I was shocked at the thought of our 10 year old son peeping through the crack in the bedroom door as I made love to my ex-husband. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was…about 10 or 11.” He coolly told me as he took another slug of beer. I was getting dressed and crying when my son walked back into the living room still only wearing the vest and cap; a couple of inches of his floppy cock dangling below the bottom of his shirt.
