" Oh no!" I was getting embarrassed."Oh yes, brother. Initially I was mad about that but after I realised its natural for teenage boy like you and I d...cided not to tell mother about that" Well! didi," I said defensively, "that's nothing you can use against me but what I know about you is big deal. I guess I'll just have to talk with mother tonight about where you are working."I turned to walk away."Wait, Saagar," she said, grabbing my arm, "you didn't give me a chance to finish. I said I can't. His big hands buried themselves in my hair.“Swallow me, baby…” He lifted his pelvis and moaned.Soon the big head was banging against the back of my mouth and I shifted position to stuff it partway down my throat. It felt so good to have my mouth filled with a warm and tasty cock. I could barely breathe, but he was doing enough moaning for both of us.Suddenly he starting bucking into me and I felt his hot stuff spurting down my throat. I swallowed faster as more of the salty cum spurted out and. He had so little hair remaining on his head that he merely shaved that off too each day. Her eyes had been locked onto the rock-hard massiveness of his erect penis, which stood up straight, thick and long, like a mighty obelisk, spearing out of the dense brush of his once jet- black but now graying pubic hair. Once she had asked him bluntly his age. He had refused to tell her, but from scraps of information she had deduced that he was about fifty-eight years old, give or take three or four. She was three years younger than me, great fun to be, with and after about a year of courting I proposed and she accepted.We married just before my thirtieth birthday and decided to get on with having a family straight away. Just over a year later Henry was born and two years after that Georgina arrived. Diane didn't lose all her curves after the births but you would be hard pushed to call her plump, even so. She was more the classic Marilyn Munroe, (or maybe I should say Sophia Loren, since.