" I nodded dumbly. I just wanted my cock inside that warm wet nest between my her legs, so that once again I could again feel the delicious sensation ...f my sperm pulsing into my mother's wet hairy pussy.Mum got on the bed and lay on her back, she opened her legs wide and raised her knees, then propped a pillow under her head, looking down the bed to where I sat at the foot. I looked up between her legs at the big bulge of her hairy pubic mound, and I climbed up towards her, my prick aflame with. Her affection was given more to achieve the kind of security she assumed I could provide than because she liked me particularly.I thought we were being quite clever when we snuck about so we could kiss. She allowed me to fondle her breasts, but no further.“John, come to the den,” my father commanded. I was sixteen years old and his words still caused shivers to run down my spine. I had met discipline at the end of my father’s belt more than once. He didn’t remove his belt when I entered the. “I asked her, ‘how can you be sure that you have no family left? If it isn’t too painful to talk about can you tell me how your parents died?’Priya put her head on my shoulder and I could feel her tears fall onto my skin. She sat quietly for a few minutes and said, ‘I have no family left. I lived just outside of a city named Madurai. We were a small village of peaceful Hindu people but several villages away from us were a village of Muslims and they were fanatical and crazy about us Hindi. As a kid my family drove a lot of miles - a lot, out in the uninhabited west. 55 miles was a jaunt, a short drive. And it was Autobahn all the way to Munich like a super highway that Maseratis could wind out on, no speed limit actually. Ron’s VW bus had a full 30 horsepower so we stayed far to right in the wide way that had no lane separation lines visible for much of the time. We traveled up and down the low hills and I was getting to see Germany wide open as not a tourist but a new resident.