The guy was good, he was in good terms with everybody in the neighborhood. His wife was around 27 yrs then, fair with a wonderful body.She was a house...ife and she was very reserved kind of a person. She was always in saree or salwar or jeans and fully covered top. She was very close with my mother but hardly spoke to me. Very rarely I used to see her and luckily once I happened to see her in short dress when she came to the balcony of her house when I was standing outside. I got a peak through. She began to whimper and then gave a suppressed squeal as she came, putting a hand around my balls as if to encourage my spunk to enter her.And my spunk rushed into her, spurted into her pussy, up her dark canal, taking with it not just my lust but a daily helping of love for this unbelievable woman and her kindness in taking me into her body and, all too briefly, into her heart.We showered and went down to dinner. She asked if I would prefer her to wear the wig, but I didn’t know why she would. Curtis smacked his lips and rolled onto his stomach, almost immediately letting out aSharp gasp and rolling back over. Before he clicked the light back on, I tried to hide, but,there wasn't anywhere for someone as tall, or with as broad shoulders to go...Curtis was distracted by his stiff cock for a minute, confused almost, definitely frustrated.Then he noticed I was in my briefs."John?" He sounded very confused. He must have been fast asleep."No...?" I tried to confuse him further."You really. She could not help looking at his massive cock and balls. Tim's prick was long and very thick, perhaps thicker than her husband, the mushroomed cock head very round and purple. It was jetting out like a thick flagpole with the thick, curly hairs at the base, and his large balls were hanging below appeared to be full, delightfully full."You can't do this to me." She tried to regain her composure. She again felt ashamed of herself by allowing herself to be drawn into the beauty of her son's cock..