I slowly and methodically worked my way down his shaft, breathing through my nose to avoid a gag reflex and using my fingers to massage his tool. As I...did, Tim held on to my head, gripping the hair on my head. He had a musty, but pleasant smell. His pubic hair was jet back and closely cropped. I liked that. His underwear fell to his knees and joined his trousers in a heap on the floor next to my cubicle desk. I slipped my fingers on to his ball sack and gently massaged them. I worked myself. As you reluctantly release my cock from your watering mouth it falls out with a pop. You look up at me with a look that I can only describe as a pout (since I interrupted you!) and I see strands of your saliva connect to my throbbing cock. I help you stand and then we exchange a very wet, very sexy kiss where I can taste the muskiness of myself as your tongue and mine intertwine and we explore each other’s mouths. It has the taste of what I can only guess is my pre-come. We break apart from. This incident is about an encounter that I had with my friend’s mother. The friend here is a guy whom I had met online. His name was Dheeraj (name changed). He was from the same city and was a great incest fan. He was 19 years old and was doing his engineering at a private university.His mother, 45 years old, was a teacher and worked in a private school near to his home. She was a bit bulky and decent-looking woman. She had large boobs with dark and big nipples and a sexy round ass, necessary. In was seconds before he answered it as it had to turn off his router. "Morning", he said. "Barry Watergate here"."Barry!" came a chirpy voice. "It is Greg, Grey Miles"."Hello mate", Barry replied. "It has been ages, how are you?" That question let to a call lasting many minutes. He learnt that his old school friend was down in Melbourne for a couple of days so an opportunity to have a quick coffee and a catch-up was arranged for that afternoon.There wasn't much to tell his wife, only that he.