I has the habit of masturbating daily by thinking of her after my 9th standard. In the bed room after my mom sleeps also I will do this habit. She sle...ps on the other bed. She is a good lady without having a lustful life. She doesn’t want to marry another man because of me. She loved my dad that much. One day at night when I was masturbating my mom saw me. She suddenly switches on the lights and asked that what I was doing?I told her sorry mom I was so sorry. She told me that ok boys of your. "I am so fucking hot right now. Was that other guy looking up my skirt?" she asked."He sure was you nasty whore," I replied. "Let's do some more."She moved on to another part of the store. This time she picked an older man who was kneeling down in an aisle. She made her way closer to him and when she was only a couple paces away she acted as if she noticed a book she wanted on the other side and bent over straight legged to grab it. He had already seen her coming and when she bent over he was. My pussy was already dripping wet so it wasn’t an issue until he reached half inside me. He started moving in and out slowly. His dick was very big and it was very painful for me initially.After a couple of minutes of soft fuck, he held me tight and pushed his dick deep inside me. And that was the time when I almost cried. His dick went deep inside me. He held me tight and smooched me again. And slowly, he started going deep, in and out.After a few minutes, I started enjoying each and every. Shuffling around like that gave me generous glimpses of her cleavage and I clamped my lips together to prevent the groan that was building up inside me.“Guess it won’t help, huh?” she finally asked me, striking a pose in front of me.I looked at her chest. I had to clear my throat before answering her. “No, Radha, I guess it won’t help. I think you have got to change.”She looked dubiously at her reflection in the mirror, still flushed and breathing heavily, and thrust her chest out again. That.