My pumping became more determined. The matching of my thrusts with my mom's hips assured me she was working toward her orgasm as much as I was working...toward shooting another huge load into her pussy. My hardon felt so good. It's cockhead tingled from the friction inside her soft and well-lubed hole. I pumped, pounded, thrust again and again. I needed to cum in her again. My driving cock was pushing my mother toward another huge vaginal orgasm, and I was close to cumming into my mother's. ." Thinking of only the peppers, I looked up while she licked her lips. Strange, I thought, but didn't think much of it at the time. Later in the evening (around 9pm), she came into my at-home office and asked me to help her with the cable in her room, which had fallen out of the cable jack. She was wearing a tight t-shirt, no bra (she's got some serious DD hangers--and oh do they hang so perfectly--not saggy at all from what I've seen!!), and short boy boxer shorts. Sheepishly, I said, "Of. I like it because it’s quiet and the beer’s cheap.’ He laughed at that last comment, enjoying her pragmatic view of things. ‘How’s the food? I’m not actually hungry right now, but I could see myself coming back here another time.’ He appreciated the cozy atmosphere of the bar created by the subdued, albeit colourful, lighting. ‘Terrible, just like all food in bars. What did you expect?’ This drew another chuckle from him, as he couldn’t help but agree with her statement. ‘Well, at least it’s as. I gently took Kshitiz’s rapidly hardening cock in my hands and caressed its massive length. I had seen it three nights a week for several weeks now, but this was my first time to get a close up look at the monster. As it came to full extension in my hands I was in awe of how huge it truly was.“My god this thing is huge.” I said looking up into Kshitiz’s eyes as I began to stroke his cock using both hands.“Yeah, it is, even with 46 years of trying Nisha never could quite get all of it inside.