I felt this somehow,and lowered my eyes, and said, "Thank you," and smiled again, andslowly closed the door. At the last moment, he smiled back, ands...id, "Thank *you*, Ma'am," and tucked his pencil in his cap, andturned away. When Melissa got home and I gave her the package, shelooked at it, genuinely surprised. "This should have come to theoffice, not here," she said. Then she looked at me sideways. "Areyou all right? Were there any problems?" "None," I replied. And I told her about. “I don’t know dude, but she knocked on our door and asked if we knew where you lived,” Jeff said. “I told her your apartment number,but that you have late classes on Monday and wouldn’t be home until after 9:00.”“Uh, okay. What did she look like?” I asked,trying to conjure up a mental picture in case I should run into her on the street.“Well, she was skinny and plain looking.Straight brown hair, brown eyes, kinda pale,”Jeff said.“To be honest, she’s kinda homely.And she never smiled. Yes. I wanted to fuck my mother. My own mother whom I call Amma. Until then I did not fantasize about my mother but that day I did and I was hooked. I realized why I was always attracted to older women and it was because subconsciously I was lusting my own mom. The very idea of making love to my mother took me to the edge in no time and I blasted my cum into the condom.Wow, so nice, cum did not spill out, bed was not spoiled and I was so joyous. I kept on pumping in and out of my bed slit. “But I’m not wearing anything underneath”“I know. Do it.”Mandy hesitated. She had never let a guy see her tits before. Hell, she’d only kissed two guys, and one of them didn’t count because he was gay. She felt a flutter in her chest and a wetness in her pussy at the thought of several guys staring at her tits. She grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled, stretching her arms above her head to show off her tiny buds. She could see bulges in several of the guys pants, including her brother’s..