"I guess it's my turn," Corey said. "Don't laugh at me." I would never," I said. "Just take your time and do whatever you feel mostcomfortable with." ...ere goes," Corey smiled. He kissed my chest, sucked my nipples andkissed my stomach. He hesitated slightly but stuck out his tongue. It waswet and felt so good. He forewent my balls and opened his mouth. I feltmy cock slip in his virgin mouth. He looked up at me while I rubbed theback of his head."Feels so good, Corey," I moaned and didn't lie. I. Life (I mean age) is short, live it to the fullest. Coming to the story, as you know my hometown is Mysuru and I am working in Bengaluru. I visit my home almost every weekend (Saturday), reaching Mysuru via Tippu express which starts at 3 pm from Bengaluru.One fine Saturday, I took the ticket for Tippu express and unfortunately, I missed the train by just 3 minutes. Tippu Express is a super-fast express which takes only 2 and half hours, with only Mandya as the intermediate stop where the train. I know. Real children don't sexualize their parents. I'm not going to pretend understand it either, but her tits stared back! I swear. No matter where I was in a room, they followed me. Who wouldn't be suspicious? Sex and my mother were like cars for geese. She didn't know what sex was, where it came from, or that it was in anyway related to her body. Sex was a sin, end of conversation.Orgasms were a very different fish. I'd hear her screaming every other day or night, projecting all the usual. If only he knew the woman was silently pleasuring herself. My fingers were matching the pace of my mouth on his cock. My free hand reached up and cupped his sac, massaging and pulling ever so gently. On every up-stroke, my tongue flicked the tip of his cock. I loved the way it twitched every time I did that. I could feel his pulse quicken on my tongue. My fingers worked quickly on my clit, causing me to moan around him. His hand found its way to the back of my head, his fingers becoming.