From my position on the bed, all I can see is the silhouette of mother and son, related in more ways than one. The light outside filters in through th... windows, profiling the nude body of the Goddess who bore my son.She sets him down on his cradle, and I hear him start to cry, only to be soothed for the sudden loss of warmth by his mother's loving pats into sound sleep. Convinced that the little one is truly asleep, his mother adjusts the blanket and looks one last time at her child.Then she. I welcomed her inside and asked how can I help her? She replied that her husband got her new laptop and she told it is connecting to internet. She asked me to help with it. I told okay let me help you and I followed her to her flat. I came to know that she is alone and I always have a lust on her from the first day I saw her. I taught it was a good time to make a move but I was afraid what if my uncle founds out so I just helped with the issue and she gave me some snacks and juice. I thanked. She said she was going to miss everybody at work. I mentioned that at least her last day did not end on a bad note overall. And that was all that was said...Monday, January 27th, 2020. I decided to try to converse again via text messaging. I asked her what she will do now that isn't working. I also sent her an image of one of my roommates pets. She told me that she wanted to go back to school; to college. To get a job that makes good money to support herself and her c***d, but at the time, she. His grip on my head tighted and eventually he took a handful of my hair. He continued to moan, play with my tits, and from time to time would give me instructions; make me suck his balls or not use my hands or to take more down my throat. He was getting more and more horny by the moment. He made me change positions so I was lying on my back, my head hanging over the end of the bed. He fed me his hot cock and thrust himself down my throat, calling me a dirty slut and telling me how I belonged.