It was letting the fire on me and that too the stories named after the sexual relationship between mom and son pulled me in so much.From then I starte... seeing those category and the stories like that very often. My way on looking my mom changed very soon till that I have seen her in semi nude positions like when she is only in her jacket and petticoat without a pallu showing her tummy but not her belly button I have not cared about those scenes at that time.I started seeing her as normal women. She immediately started to stimulate my G-spot, hard and fast she moved her wrist as if it were possessed. I could hear liquid inside me sloshing about as I let out a barrage of moans. Enzo held my body down as I began to thrash back and forth in a moment of possessed euphoria. Jenny’s pinky was gliding around the entrance to my anus, and provided a kind of stimulation I had never experienced before. It was heavenly.“Fuck, I’m going to cum again...I’m going to cum again.” I arched back, my toes. She cuddled and held me tight until after a while she rubbed my boob through the leotard. After a while we were kissing and stuff too and before long I felt her hand go firm between my legs again. I was so embarrassed but it felt sooo good there. We French kissed more that afternoon then any other and she taught me to rub her boobs too. I felt a little embarrassed doing it but she told me it felt really nice and asked me to so I did. She and I then fixed dinner together and I really liked. One fine day, we have exchanged our contact numbers and thought to meet and I reached Vizag and met her for first time and dinner and some chit chat and left the place greeting each other.Now coming to the point, one fine evening, our conversation started over like this,Nit: hello, SatyaMe: Hello, NithishaNit: can you spare your time with me, I am feeling lonelyMe: yes, of course, sure. I can do anything for youNit: thank you, SatyaMe: what happened? what is the reason behind your.