Many people would have cringed at knowing that my mother was going to be engaging in sex with her daughter for money, but I knew better. It was for mo...ey, not for sexual pleasure. We would still be sharing a cock between us and the rest was going to be secondary. My mother told me that you could still cum from sex, even if it was with someone you didn’t want to have sex with. She told me stories about how she had been turned on, by not only women, but also men, whom she did not find attractive. I used to take 1000-2000 every time I met Alekhya. I wanted to fuck her and at the same used to get money. Life was going very smooth. Once they left home, Anjali called me. She told me to tell the watchman that I have come for a photoshoot in a block 607.I did the same and went to the main door and pressed the bell. As Anjali opened the door I was shell shocked. She was looking like an absolute slut who is eager to get her pussy ripped at any cost. I was also told by Anjali that if I satisfy. I didn’t know why but it was a “why not?” My parents didn’t breathe a word about sex to me. A friend had taught me about masturbation. Pat had well developed tits and we lay on our sides pressed together. She didn’t kiss me or I would have maybe gotten the idea. I didn’t make any moves so she took charge and pulled my hand to cup her still-clothed tit. Her hips pressed against mine which still had a flaccid organ. I followed directions, many non-verbal.Gradually our clothes came off and I got. With a mischievous grin, you comply, pulling your shirt up over your head and dropping it on the floor, then reaching around behind you to unhook your bra. Fully topless, you pick up your shirt and purse and walk through the now open door. I have not been idle either, peeling out of my t-shirt and shorts. I greet you in nothing but boxer briefs, which are already stretched from the package within.We hug, but it's only for a few moments before I lower myself to one knee, wrap my arms around your.