You might think, here is a woman with her insight into sex, chastising her son, for whacking one out, but you would be wrong, most mothers shy away fr...m it and leave it up their fathers, but his, my ex, fucked off and started travelling, so touching hardened semen from my own sons sack, somehow feels different from the countless liters of the stuff I have swallowed, rubbed into my nude flesh, and licked from cocks and floors, yes you could be forgiven but the hardened gusset on my stolen. He nodded his approval and I put my hand on his erect cock, slowly jacking it up and down. His cock was about six and a half inches long, circumcised, and had a wicked upward curve. It was a nice cock and I told him so. I stroked his cock for about a minute, but I had something else in mind.I moved off the couch and got down on my knees in front of him. He pulled his shorts all the way off as I kneeled before him. Without asking permission, I bowed my head to his crotch and tasted my very first. I opened it up and poured the contents on top ofthe dresser. Inside were a debit card from Ally, along with a silverDiscover card, an Amex gold card, and a Bank of America Visa card: theexact cards I would have expected to find in my wallet (except the goldcard, at least) along with a driver's license, some business cards, somecarefully folded small bills, and a stick of light pink lip gloss.My hands shaking, I picked up the driver's license; looking back at mewas the same face I had seen in. Before she could reply I gave the soaping her hand and took the candle and kept it on the window grill. As she came near me she also got wet because of shower. I told her to remove her sari. She said it’s all right. I sat of on the bathroom chair and she started to put soap over me. She started to put soap allover my face and body but not on private area. Whenever she used bend I could see both her melons. And she could see my full bulge she told she has finished putting soap. I told know, I.