Ago when I was 16yrs in my intermediate college.My mom was highly depressed and lonely. Her sadness made me closer to her, and began to spend more tim... with my mom.It was all done with innocence without any malice.I used to sit hugging my mom to comfort and solace her.In the process her her 36+size breasts often touched my hands and felt secretly excited for her.I enjoyed sitting with her trying to hug and embrace her, in the pretext to get a little touch of her breasts.After a couple of weeks. Nancy loved a cock in her cunt, and not just because it put her in control; Nancy loved the feeling of a hard dick inside her. With the infinite control her pussy had came infinite sensation, she could feel every inch of a cock and reveled in its touch. She knew her cunt was more sensitive than most and looked upon this as the greatest of blessings; Nancy absolutely loved to be fucked. Nancy’s only complaint regarding her pussy was the amount of moisture it produced; she almost came like a man,. As they dressed, I went out and again entered as if I was coming only then.Shalaini scolded me for being late and said that he was waiting since 45 minutes. I said sorry and asked him, as to when it would be ready. He said that he would first prepare it with a rough stitch for trial and then complete it. Immediately Shalu asked him if he can bring it next day at 2 PM. He agreed with a smile. I knew the reason for the invitation and smiled my self. Then it became a routine for them. Every Monday. She’s so fucking good. So fucking good. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck I’m gonna fucking cum!” Candace chanted, my cock sliding out of her mouth. I backed away a bit as Candace grabbed Cassie’s head in both hands, bucking her hips up violently against her mouth. Cassie held on for the ride, her hands gripping Candace’s thighs tightly as her mouth was attached to her pussy like a sucker fish.“Make her cum Cassie. Make her cum!” I ordered.“Uh huh.” Cassie mumbled, never moving.