I’m lost in her sex. The smell, the taste, the aura of it overpowers me. I want to do nothing but please her, to urge from her that release that t...lls me she’s sated.She pushes her full weight back on my face, fucking it recklessly. I feel my own opening tremble and I cum again, my cry muffled in her folds. She’s moaning, gasping. I feel her body quiver, her thighs and legs twitch, and then she passes the point of no return, splashing me with a gush of nectar that I have very little choice. I reside in New Delhi, however, my hometown is in Bhopal. I am 5′ 8″ and have a dick of about 6″. Lots of blaberring, now let’s jump to the story.This is a real-life incident which happened in my schooling days when I was in class 10. I was 18 at the time. I was a really shy guy back then and didn’t talk much with girls. However, I did fantasize especially one teacher in my class. Her name was Shalini (name changed). She was in her starting 30’s (maybe 32-33). She had an amazing body which was. I love my mother, and she loves me, and the physical expression of that love was something we both wanted.“What do you think if we included Buck in our play?” I asked Delcy as we lolled together in bed on the second day after we had first made love. I had begun calling her by her name in that moment, and I chose to use my father’s name in the same context: as a lover.Delcy arched an eyebrow, and not just because I slipped my lips over her nipple and began to flick its ring immediately after. "Mom. you're wet."She nodded, her eyes glowing. She showed him his jockey shorts." I had to piss on them, darling. " Johnny's eyes gleamed wickedly with pleasure as he began to stroke the wet, swollen lips of his mother's cunt. He probed a finger into it, making a moan as he felt the hot tightness."Oh, Mom, it's... it feels so good!" Play with it, Johnny," she breathed. "Play with my pussy, darling. Touch mother's pussy and feel it and do what you want with it."She jacked up and down on his.