As I pulled my lone suitcase from the storage area a sudden shadow loomed over me. Looking up I saw a man in his early forties clothed in a flannel sh...rt, dirt caked work boots, and a pair of faded overalls. He towered over my by at least a head and looked down at me with piercing dark blue eyes. "You'll be John then." ,he rumbled in a deep baritone. "Yes sir." ,I managed despite being intimidated as hell, "John Smith sir." He raised an eyebrow in question. "That's what they put on my birth. The dampness of her pussy juices was soaking through the flimsy material. The moist stain was clearly visible to me and the smell was something I couldnt describe. I tiptoed my fingers across the place where her lips would be, watching her jump under my tender touch. Serena whimpered a little, begging me to do more. I only nodded and moved to untie the bottoms, taking my time with the knots as if that in itself was a labourious process. I stared unabashedly at her dripping flower, but ignored. My mind rubbed up against his, trying to read through his thoughts. Imagining his curiosity in my current state. Wondering if he’d enjoy a show. If he’d stroke himself as I pinched and slapped my clit.When I looked up and found him watching me over the rim of his coffee cup, a moan caught in my throat. I swallowed it down, glancing away. Heart pounding as I knew he now had his suspicions.Carefully, I rode my hand under my skirt. It was all I ever wore for this reason, my pussy often bare just. .She would be carving for her sons dick to get in her vagina…”. We both began to shag again. I was hornier than ever with the thought of really fucking my mother..my own mother….My words began to cross limits of scantily between the limits of relationship between me and my mother..I began speaking so dirty “ Ohh Radhikaaaa….Amma…..I am dying to see your hairy vagina…my slut…..my whore…..i wanna fuck you in all your holy holes….your vagina….your ass hole…your mouth….ahhhh Radhikaaaa……..”. This.