I need to cum!"With her hands pressing, I quickly shifted down my mom's plush body. I could smell her sex strongly even before my chin passed her pube.... I gulped and prayed I wouldn't get sick from its smell. I still had a child's taste for sweet things. Mother's cunt was rich and dark with adult musks. She pressed my face into her soaked flesh without realizing my concern. My only escape was to suck.I sucked and I licked her cunt, up and down, and my spit mingled with her juices and her taste. I felt comfortable walking over and asking if I could sit next to her. At first she looked surprised, and then said she recognized me from previous flights out of Bombay. I acknowledged the same and we exchanged information on our travel plans. Since we were early we’d have some choice of seats. Almost at the same time we asked the other about sitting together. As soon as the counter opened we went and asked for seats together. Luckily we were able to get two seats on the outside along a. Her husband stood next to her exuding an aura of arrogance and antipathy, his eyes like chips of ice. He was ashamed of her and she knew it. As a unit manager, my job included doing intakes and I did my best to make her feel at ease. Her eyes did not meet mine until her husband left the building. Then she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably and trembling in fear. I embraced her and held her until the sobbing ceased. Her paperwork painted a picture of a woman who, at 32 years of age, had never. We were discussing about our lives and suddenly the topic of sex started they all told how boring was their sex lives. They asked me about mine so I told I had a pretty good sex life and then they asked me about my sexual fantasies to which I told them I wanted to try being a slave sometime.So one aunty told why don’t you be our slave today to which I told a no and told I have to leave. Then they offered me 5000 rs to be their slave for a day. I thought about it and agreed. So they.