We live in Hyderabad. My father works in Factories Department and he often comes home drunk which my mom doesn’t like in him. Coming to the story, i... took place in my college summer holidays when my father went to Delhi for a factory inspection.My mom is as sexy as you could imagine with 32-28-36…oh yeah that’s a big ass.She was fair in complexion. It was after her bath that I saw her wiping her body with towel and I was on and the rod was getting hard. I was watching her daily after her bath. It was normal for dudes to get hardons while spotting each other, and it was enpowering to be able to show it off proud instead of being ashamed and trying to hide it or worrying about getting one anyway. His motto was if you spring a woody then show it proudly. Believe it or not it really helped me in alot of ways as a developing boy into manhood. I am not ashamed of my dick! He told me he would respect and accept anything I needed to do and that he would take full responsibility. We where. ' said sister Emily sternly, setting aside her glasses on the desk. The lamp bestowed upon the sister's virginal face a halo of silvery light. As always, she was wearing a blue cardigan over a white open-necked blouse. Her head was cloaked in a black veil: beneath a white wimple framed her handsome features. She must have been in her early thirties but, to me, she was ageless. Susan, my best friend at the convent, had once seen her at the swimming baths, and told me that she had long blonde. I found a group of friends and we all shared some laughs before mingling with the other folks. We floated from crowd to crowd, making small talk and catching up on recent events. Several hearty hand shakes, three conversations and two drinks later, I found myself in the back of the club watching several couples scene. The bare smack of leather upon flesh and the erratic cries of the bound gorgeous submissives were simply intoxicating. I found an unused semi-shadowed corner and leaned against.