Her cries of ecstasy echoed in the bedroom. For the next hour, I just used my mother like a street slut, not that I know anything about street sluts e...cept what I read. I finally stiffened as I shot my seed deep in to my mother's body. She had been laying limp for the last five minutes. She was conscious, her eyes were open and she was smiling up at me, but she didn't move. As the last of my seed spurted into her, I collapsed to the side so as not to crush her.We both lay there for a long time.. To mene Rabi se kaha ke “yar Mona to thik he lekin tere baki sare ghar balon ki chudai karte 2 me bhi tere jesa ho jaunga aur yar tu to janta he ki mujhe bhabi ko bhi sambhalna he. Me srif Mona ko hi chodungaPhir 15 din bad me Rabi ko doctor sahab ke clinic melekar gaya/ unho ne Rabi ka blood test kiya to pata chala ki ab sab kuch naormal ho gaya tha. Rabi ab puri tarha swast aur tandurust ho gaya tha. phir doctor sahab ne bola ke “app ab bilkul thik hein”. Is par Rabi ne se ke bare me pucha to. For some reason, one guy stood out. He had to be in his 60's. He also had the smallest cock I had ever seen. Literally it looked like nothing was there. I felt really sorry for him (and I think the girls did too). All of the men stripped naked to match the girls. My biggest concern at this point was keeping an eye on my clothes so nobody attempted to steal my stuff. I felt pretty confident that I was the largest and strongest present, so I could easily handle myself if someone tried to mess. At the very end of the day, after being unfortunately given the once-over by family (“This is my friend, please be nice” – nobody was under any illusions we might fancy each other, I never brought home anybody other than a normal friend), he gave me the tiniest little peck on the lips. I had shared more with him than anybody else in the entire world about how I hated to be touched and how scared I was about certain things. At the time, he wanted me to think he respected that. I went to sleep.