She was a tom boy. She would play football and basket ball with us. She also was the one with all of the balls in the family. She didn’t take shi... and would tell you in a minute what she wasn’t going to do. Lastly was my little cousin Mike. Mike was a bad ass. Not much more could describe him. He was just the bad seed out the bunch. He wasn’t bad enough to go to like military school, but he was very defiant and lazy. When we were younger I would spend the night all the time, and I. I hoped it would dry before morning. This whole time my Mom never stirred. I barely began to get soft before my hard-on was back with a vengeance. It slowly put my hand down on my Mom’s thigh near her crotch. I wanted to try to slip my Mom’s pretty red panties to the side so maybe I could get a quick look at her pussy. I slid the tip of my finger down just inside the edge of her panties, and with ease they moved out of the way exposing her beautiful pussy. I could see her all of her, her brown. “Would Akka like it?”, I wondered. “Would she hate me? Would she ask me to leave?”As these thoughts flew around in my head, I called out, “Akka! I finished.”“Come here, dear”, she called out and I went to the next room.As I entered, she turned to look at me, and said softly, “Pretty, so pretty”.“Really?”, I asked.“Come here dear”, she said and I went to her. “Sit down”.I sat on the bed. Divya Ma’am went to her dressing table, opened a couple of drawers and came back with a few things.“Be still. “Carefully undo my jeans,” she commanded.I unbuttoned the front of her jeans and pulled down the zip.“Slowly pull them down, wanker,” she commanded. Which I did.Underneath her jeans, she had on very brief white cotton panties, which she then instructed me to kiss just on the other side of her pussy.“I can’t,” I said.“What about your friend, and my wife?” I said worryingly.“Not a problem,” she hissed, “I will make sure that she benefits when you're fully trained,” she said, ominously.I had no.