He gasped, and grunted. The pain was severe, but not overwhelming; he looked at Mother Teresa, who had continued stroking his cock. ?Refocus? separate...yourself from the pain? it is nothing. Your only hope of escape is to focus on the pleasure, embrace the pain as part of the pleasure?? The Reverend Mother Teresa continued stroking his cock, adding some lube, increasing her rhythm. Paul, in turn, moaned loudly, and concentrated on the sensations in his cock. Just as he thought he might have a. Mere unke ghar aacha aana jana hai, 3 din phele bhabhi ka call meri mummy ke pass aaya aur bola ki usko akele dar lag raha toh raat mein mujhe sone ke liye bhej den. Dosto mein raat ko 9 baje unke ghar chala gaya, jaise hi unhone gate khola mein dekhta reh gaya unhone tits deep cut t-shirt dala hua tha aur white jeans unka cleavage saaf dikh raha tha, bhabhi ne iss notice kar liya aur mujhe andar aane ko bola. Meinbaith kar tv dekhne laga aur bhabhi bhi apna kam khatam karke aagai. Hum dono. There was no point in mincing words with Jeanie, either, so he answered, "Yeah." Perfect. I got a text earlier, and one of the camp regulars I've been playing around with is coming in soon. I'll work it out so I leave the two of you alone in the cabin when I go to see him." And then what?"The brunette laughed and pointed at his now fully erect cock. "Let her see that hard, and that's probably all it will take. She needs it bad. It's all she can talk about when we're alone, and it's driving me. Now she had left him with a raging cockstand. It never felt so huge or hard. It was if his cock was made out of granite.God! He wanted so much to fuck her, fuck her so badly. Even in his lust-driven mind, a small voice told him that it was wrong to do such a thing, that the chances were his mother would throw him out for daring such a thing. He could lose everything and what if his uncle and aunt heard? But he had wanted her for too long and his need to fuck his own mother overpowered.