After have seen all her photos on her portable pc togheter on the sofa,she said "Listen,Thursday i saw that while you were massaging and licking my fe...t,your penis was hard and youloose a lot of precum...you soaked your jeans!!!...You like my feet so much???",i was soembarassed,but i said "...Yes auntie...I LOVE your feet,they makes me horny...";she smiled forthe hundredth time and she said "...Well,listen...I don't wanna have sex with you,you're asexy guy,you make me horny,just like. ..." He was rubbing his lips over my neck, my cheeks....He had even called me by my name and that had aroused me too. "Don't worry mom...I want you and you want me too... Don't you?" He slipped his hand inside my saree-pallu and caressed my lower belly, "Ye..s.....yes...ye...s, Rakesh. I want you too...you have made me young and fresh again...I can't live without you now, Rakesh..." I had given up to my son. He was handling me the way he liked. I was feeling heavenly in my son's arms. He. It was so calm in this house, not tense like she remembered her own home to have been.She thought about that. What had made her own home tense? Was it the constant lectures about the dangers of life? Was it that she didn’t remember any soft talking? She remembered how whenever the TV had been on, there had been no talking allowed. Especially during Perry Mason. Even if she had a question about homework, her mother would wave her hand, without breaking eye contact with the television, and go,. Aranging everthing so it was on just at the right angle. Knowing master would test me befor we even left. Sure enough as he helped me with the buckle on my shoes I felt the buz of the little dildo inside me and jumped as it buzzed around my pussy and on my clit. Then came the nipple clamps and My arms lost balance, me falling back onto the bed shakeing. Then it was over. My shoes were on and the vibrations were off. I walked carefully into the bathroom and applyed my makeup useing.