She had been, or was still, a dancer or gymnast. When she saw me awake, she walked over to the bedside and put the coffee on the nightstand. Thinking ...hat opportunities like this don’t happen every morning I reached out and stroked her flank. She went completely rigid, and without a move or expression, save for tears starting in her eye and the faint involuntary tremor that terror lends to hands and eyelids, she waited until I removed my hand, and then calmly walked out of the room. I felt so. Was it not? Yes Padma, Perhaps you are right. Both of us are i****tuous, like every mother and son. I called you amma because you wanted your son to fuck you. Shiva, honestly, I want a man like you to have me, who enjoys my beauty, who can command me, and who can make my erotic dreams come true. I wish my son was a man like you in fucking, and fucked his wife thoroughly. Since he did not fuck his wife, left her as a virgin, I want you to fuck her and deflower her. I want to see your cock. Fir main uske peeche gayi.Maine dekha ki woh kitchen ki taraf jaa raha tha. Waha jaake usne fridge khola aur usme se ek bowl nikala. Us bowl mein chocolate syrup tha. Jab usne mujhe peeche khada dekha, to woh meri taraf dekh kar muskuraane lag gaya.Woh mere paas aaya aur usne mere baal pakad liye. Fir usne mera muh apni taraf kheencha aur mere hontho ko choosne lag gaya. Main excited thi, ki ab woh kya karne wala tha. Usne mujhe peeche dhakka diya aur peeche waali slab par bitha diya.Meri. Not sure how long he could contain his life long aching desire to see more of his mother’s body witness more of her pissing. He started to glow and shake trying to scheme a way he could spy on his mother going number two. The image on his mother performing the holiest of holy dirtiness and taboo had been the darkest desire and strongest desire Jon had ever had. When drunk in school he used to draft emails confessing all of this to his mother. Hoping that the alcohol might give him the courage.