Didi: ara bolo beMain: didi promise karian naraz nahi haoin gee or agar mare baat bure laga to i m sorryDidi: nahi tum bolo Main: didi hamara beech jo...huva ap kaya sochte hayin vo acha tha ya buraDidi: (khamosh raheen)Main: main again question repeate keyaDidi: ab main tumha kaya bataon ya sab acha hai ya nahi aik tarha sa mujha to acha he lagta haiMain: to phir mujha karna quain nahi dateDidi: kaya karna nahi dateMain: wahi jo sab karta hayinDidi: sab kaya arta hayinMain: didi ab bano mat ap. And I couldn’t stop. I just couldn’t stop. It seemed that the realization that it was my mom turned me on even more, just as the fact that Mom was fighting hard to get me off of her seemed to turn me on even more. “I’m fucking my mom,” I kept chanting and thrusting. “…fucking my mom!” As I pistoned in and out of her sweet pussy, pussy that was even sweeter than my wife’s, Mom had her hand on my shoulders trying her best to push me off of her. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t bring myself to pull. As you are kissing me, you feel my hand slip between us and take your cock, which is getting hard from the making out. As I take it I push you off of me and we turn over so that I am near your feet. From here I can watch you as I rub your now hard cock.I am holding your cock with one hand and fingering my clit with the other.I can feel myself getting close to cumming but I stop myself, I don't want to make myself cum, I want you to make me cum... So I take my hand away from my clit and move. I saw her lying down on bed. She was listening music on TV. I also lay down beside her. She saw me on the bed and she scoot close to me. She put her head on my chest and my arm around her waist and then she began talking.After few minutes continues talk, she finally stopped talking and began looking into my eyes and said, “pankaj”. “hunn,hunn”, I said. “I love you”, she said. “I know and I love you too jaan”, I said without looking at her. She resettled herself in arms and then she closed her.