My flat was the lower part of a large house overlooking Endcliffe Park in Sheffield. It is possible to walk through the park by the Porter Brook all t...e way out of the city into Derbyshire, though the name of the park changes as you walk: Bingham Park, Bluebell Wood, Whitely Wood ... At Forge Dam it was still far too early for the café to be open, so I kept going until I emerged onto Fulwood Lane, then along Ringinglow Road to Burbage Bridge, turning off the road onto a path by Burbage Brook.I. And I pressed her right boob with my hand over the blouse. A sudden “Ah” came out of her mouth.My penis was already a Qutub Minar but now it wanted to become the Eiffel tower after my touch of the Mount Everest. And, with my second hand, I started pressing my mom’s left boob.“This is how you press your boob mom and you can get turned on instantly. I removed her blouse and also removed her bra by unhooking it. And in front of me were those two gems I wanted eagerly.With my one finger, I started. I thought that it was getting late, so on the pretext of scratching my leg , I pulled the lungi to one side. As I was not wearing any underwear , so my erect cock , which was so tight since morning, jerked and flashed out itself in its full glory. As soon as , my cock came out in full view, I pretended shyness and tried to cover it under my lungi.You can imagine the scene. Here was my mother standing in doggy style on all fours and I was sitting near her , with my erect and 7 inches and about. All I know is that I started crying. Each stroke was like a strip of fire landing on my bottom. After each stroke, I yelled and concentrated on holding on to the far side of the desk.Thwack!Then a stroke landed right on the crease between my bottom and my thighs. I couldn’t help it. I let go again, and stood up, crying out, automatically putting my hands on my bottom.‘That one will not count either. Back over the desk!’ The command from the Headmistress was sharp, without any sympathy.I was.