When you normally have to wait for lights to change they seem to take forever, now that I wanted them to stay on red they changed almost right away or...at least seemed too. By the time we had reached the restaurant I had lost count of the number of traffic lights we had past, My Mistress hadn’t.“Well Slave a poor show indeed that made seven failed one where you did succeed and one you was very close, and I’m feeling generous so I’ll give you two passed, but still seven failed for your punishment. ?There was a silence. Just his labored breathing, a subtle half gag, muffled, on cloth.?I was thinking of your tongue in my pussy.?I’ll be honest, I expected a whimper. But he held himself together. I guess that made me angry. Seven pairs of panties and he still wasn’t even slightly cracked. He was clearly holding it together. But it was only the first day, I reminded myself. What fun would it be if he fell apart in the first hour?**The next days are a blur, really, and it would take novels to. Anita aunty quickly moved away and I dressed myself. She went out of my house. I was elated and was sure of the fact that I was soon going to give her a good fuck. The next day at about 11 in the afternoon she called me in her house. At that time she was alone in the house.i entered her house and she locked it from inside. She smiled at me and we hugged each other. Without wasting much time we proceeded towards the bedroom and locked each other in it. Then anita aunty said “yahan hum ek dusre. " she instructed him. As he got his cock in the wet cunt "Now fuck your mom. Go in and out till you cum." He did just that. He fucked his mom and loved his cock in her tight cunt. As he filled her with his cum he told her "I love fucking. I want to do it more." She replied "Yes my son. You can fuck mommy any time you want to. Mommy needs lots of cock." He fucked her three more time that night.Every night the son fucked and sucked his mom. He loved sex with his mom. On Saturday she told him.