The next hour was hotter and harder. It only seemed to get worse. Sheila was rushing towards a table with a pot of coffee and a few glasses of chocola...e milk when Marilla, the head chef, called for her. Flustered, Sheila turned her head to see what the matter was, still moving towards the table. At the same time, she ran flat into David’s chest and the trays in his arms, and the heel of her shoe broke. She fell flat on her back, glass smashing and liquid spilling all over the place.. Ooohhh…..suck it….**** it…..yes… for the whole day’. My hands were busy in removing her sari and the petticoat. As I have some good experience in this, I did it without her even knowing about it. ‘Oh, when did you remove my sari & petticoat? I just did not come to know’, she said.She was getting hot, now. She was arching her back & I could feel the heat coming from between her legs. This made me interested in her sexy black panties. These were the latest fashion-type, thin types, just the. ”As Dad continued to talk, Mom’s pussy wept unconsolably ... sending drop after drop of clear, viscous honey to the floor between her legs. Gazing at my computer monitor, I was spellbound by the sight of my mother’s virile seep ... a testament to both her untempered sexuality after all these years, as well as her illicit feelings for me, her only son. Clearly a case of nurturing motherly love entangled with lustful, uninhibited desires.Caught up in the moment, I hadn’t noticed, but as I was. Marja and I got up and headed for the source of the noise.Carley and George were doing a victory dance around Neko and Taava. Neko was curled into a ball with his hands over his ears. Taava held her racket as if she were about to commit murder, shouting in Finnish at her partner. I got the impression Neko might have made a boo-boo.Carley ran over and jumped into my arms. “We won! We fucking beat them!! What a match!” She was very sweaty and very, very happy.“What happened? Did Neko fuck.