It felt like common sense to do so, but having this realization in the dream made me feel empowered and dominant, and that should have been it: one ve...y good dream, but mere moments before I awoke for the day, I heard a distinctive, calming voice tell me "to say PLEASE is your power, not just in dreams, but in your waking reality."As I performed my morning rituals, the line just kept reverberating in my head. Everything I did seemed to be a blur as my mind was in auto-pilot while those lines. Mom ne us waqt black bra pehna hua tha. Wo bhi dikhne laga tha meri maa ek dum sexy aunty lagri thi. Fir usne mom Se kaha ruko Mai aapke liye towel leke aata hu aunty n wo niche jaake towel le aaya. N mere mom k Baal sukhane laga ki nai laoo Mai karr deti hu toh usne kaha nai Mene bheegya hai toh mai he sukhaunga. Fir mom n apne bandhe hua hairs kholdiya. Fir wo aur bhi hot lagne lagi. Fir Junaid mere mom k piche Khade hokr unki gaand niharte hua Baal sukhane laga. Tab uska Lund ek dam Se khada. Without her checkbook, she'd be forced into begging for blank checks on street corners. I did steal it eventually, but I should have the instant I was able to forge her signature (half an 'X').It happened the day I realized that my mother was actually a highly intelligent woman. We were eating lunch on a Sunday afternoon. I stared at my mom's tits, like I usually did. She might not be a model, but she's got the pose down perfect, 'did I leave my panties on the couch again?', with a tilted. She tries to fight it, trying to appear strong, but I won’t give up. I try giving her a hickey, but she pushes me away. She hasn’t warmed up yet. Coaxing her a little longer, finally, she lets me kiss her pouty lips. First butterfly kisses, which lead to sucking lightly, individually, at her top, then bottom lip, in between my whisperings of “Sorry”. She is a tough one to crack, but I think I have her. I know this is true when her tongue enters my mouth, rubbing seductively against mine. We.