I want to talk to you.Me:- First promise me that you won’t beat me again.Mom:- No, I am not going to beat you.I opened the door. She came and sat on...my bed. She told me to sit on the bed. I sat on the bed.Mom:- Sorry son, I didn’t want to beat you so hard.I lowered my head. She said to me, “Rahul, look up at me.”Mom:- Be honest son. I am not going to tell this to dad if you tell me who teaches you all this stuff.I start crying.Mom:- Don’t cry, just tell me, son.Me:- I saw this on the internet,. I started rubbing her love hole over her panty and licking her belly button and navel.Then I slide one finger from the side of the panty and could feel her wetness. I started rubbing her pussy. Now her moans were turning me wild. I inserted my finger in her pussy. But as she was a virgin I couldn’t make it completely. Thus only half of my finger was in.I started rubbing fast and she was moaning and shouting, “Aah, yeah, fuck me.” Then I removed her bra and panty and my clothes as well. We both. I wish I didn't feel this way. I expected to excel at celibacy the way I excel at most everything I try my hand at. The frustration starts so slowly. It's often just a look from a passerby. Some days it will be a result of the shock of red lipstick set with my auburn hair and the bold eye contact I give. But other days, I am trying to be invisible, when the stare from a man sets the tinder in my heart alight. I hate to be so aroused against my better nature, my hips swinging just a little more. I managed to pull my arms up so I could steady myself by putting my hands on the girls booty and returned to licking her pussy. The tentacle that was thrusting in and out of it has managed to remove the rope that was massaging the clit, so I went for it. The tentacle rubbed against my chin while I licked and sucked vigorously at the tiny nerve all the while hearing my girls screams of pleasure. That drove me on even though the heat was building in my cunt as well. I could feel the girls body.