.. I don’t know, spooky ... having your mind scrambled like that?” I did my best to ignore her imagery, I didn’t want to flood my panties.“Lik... I said, real memories are immune, go shooting afterward, those are real memories. Different example, Betwan can’t be taken from you, you’ve been using it, thinking in it. Every time you do re-enforces that it is real memory.”I shook my head - as if that ever actually made confusing information fall into place! “I suppose. Still seems spooky.”“Just don’t. Let's go to my room. You look like you could use some hugs." Taking her hand, I pulled her up off the sofa and led her to my room. I left my door open, hoping that my dad's need for my pussy, would convince him to come back.After Mom and I got on my bed, I held her for a little while, and then slowly I started to run my hands over her body. I kissed her and told her I loved her. As my hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt, I could feel the sexy new panties I had convinced her to buy the week. I don’t have any intention to have her on the bed. Honestly speaking Even I doesn’t have the intention to see her boobs or curves. This is happened just 4 or 5 months before that the climax. That happened on one evening. I am very poor in Maths. Even I would say I would be the first mark on all other subjects.But still she compelled me to take the Maths group on my 12th standard. When even I am doing Maths she will call me just near to her. Normally she will were the Saree on the time of taking. She had heavy makeup on, with deep red lipstick on her pouty lips, and hint of purple mascara on her big beautiful eyes. She had a very pretty face that exuded softness and experience. The lines around her lips and eyes accentuated her look and thin, red framed glasses gave her the look of a gentle Mrs. Robinson. Mom knew how tired I was and ran her fingers through my hair. "God that was hard!" I spoke, my head resting back on car seat. "I know. You drove almost non stop and rain didn't help.