The trues was, she too was mad at her friends for leaving her alone, they hadn’t called since she was caught, but she would not confess this to her ...other.Her trail of thoughts was harshly interrupted by a stinging pain in her womb, nearly had she let out a yelp, but could transform it last second into a cough. Her parents didn’t seem to mind; a heavy silence had befallen the table.While trying to eat as normal as possible, she tried to feel what was happening inside her pussy. Did she maybe. He asked for my father, so I ran inside to fetch him. My father told me and my mother to wait inside while he went out to speak to the man.After a few minutes we heard shouting, then my mother held me in a hug to prevent me from going to look out of the window. I can still remember the fragrant smell of her perfume and the soft silk of her blouse as she held me tightly to her breast that day. I was shivering with fear as the row grew louder and we heard crashing sounds. Then eventually a car. She could feel the moistness gathering there on the thin covering of her thong. Pushing it aside, Jazzy slid one finger inside of her pussy, slowly moving in and out. As she was moving toward the crest, Jazzy felt the cab stop.Jazzy quickly pulled her finger out, still dripping wet with her juices as she opened her purse to look for a tissue and the money for the fare, Finding one, she wiped her finger off and then handed him a ten-dollar bill.“Keep the change,” Jazzy told him, opening the door. She was wearing an yellow sari with a black bra. Clearly she noticed me when I was admiring her beauty, she signaled me to drive the car seeing the road and not her. I felt a bit ashamed and said sorry. I started feeling very horny from that day and started seeing her as a woman.The next two days I was not able to do anything and those pictures of my mom in the wet sari kept recurring and I had already masturbated 5 times thinking of her. So I decided to fuck her and started planning.The next.