Arnav: Hahaha! Let us just keep my mom-son fantasies aside for some time. Yesterday was great, Meghna Aunty. Thank you for everything!Meghna: Oh yes b...by, I am just back home, and I miss you already. I can still feel the wetness in my pussy.Arnav: Is it me or someone you met on the train?Meghna: Obviously you! Mommy is all yours. I was leaking, thinking of you, throughout the train journey. I even fingered my pussy for a few seconds, before I realized it was too risky.Arnav: I wish we lived in. I was so dumb that I didn't even know that it was a glory hole, but I still could not take my eyes off of him as his cock grew harder and longer.I have never seen another male cock before except in magazines and here I was in a dark booth watching a guy stroking his cock in front of me. Watching through the hole and not knowing who this guy was or what he looked like gave me a thrill like no other I had ever experienced. I admit, I was pretty naïve about most things sexual except for the. I had never noticed that before this trip, not even when Andy and I visited LA not too long ago. She seemed like a Mom then, or a biochemist. Asexual. Sitting before me now, her flesh exposed and hot, the red of the blush on her pale skin, her nipples erect and the rings glistening as they moved when she breathed, she was very much a sexual creature. I saw now what Dad and Uncle Bert and probably countless other men had seen. In my eyes, the woman, the very appealing and sensual woman, had. Hell, I’ll even let you stab me if you want, but please babe, for now at least, we need to face this like we always used to, as a team.”“You, you...” she lets the remaining plates and bowls drop to the floor, looking at him her anger dissolves, slowly changing into fear and hopelessness. As Colin watches, she seems to deflate before his very eyes.“I, I...” he stammers, trying to tell her it will be alright, that she is not going to die, but the words stick in his throat, for the first time.