Divya puku gurunchi ela nenu ooohinchano alane undi. Lavati pedalu rendu atukkupoinattu podvati cheelika gold colour lo chinna chinna ga pattu laga aa...ulu chinna ginja (clit) flat potta balamaina todalu. 17 years ke lanja 22 yella puku laga kanabadutondi. Agaleka oooommmmchhhh muddu petta melikalu tirigipoyindi. Uncleeeeeeeeeeeeee……. Vaddduuuuuuuuu……… Chakkaligili pudutondi……. Puku pai cheyyi petti vattutu tana mukhamloki choostoo deeni emantaru Divya ani adiga.. Sigguto kallu moosukuni tala. Sometimes waking me up, other times, I was already awake.Mom would only get dressed if we had to go shopping for groceries or other needs.At some point she bought some whiskey. She and dad always liked to drink highballs on weekends. She started drinking one Saturday afternoon and was quite drunk by evening. It was the first time she’s drank since dad had died. I’d decided to stay home, yet again, on another weekend day in case she did something irrational. I wouldn’t call her suicidal, but she. Ab mere mein confidence aagaya ki mein apne plan ko aghe badha sakta hu. Mein sarmate huwe bola, “Mami, ab kya batau..”. Mami, “sarma mat, bata na mein kisi ko nai bataungi, kaun hai wo ladki, kaisi dikhti hai..”.Maine dekha ki mami apne pairo ko bar bar chu rahi thi jaise takleef ho rahi ho. Woh adhi ghante pahle sari pahenke bazar gai thi aur wohi sari laga rakhi thi. Mein mami se pucha, “Mami kya huwa, pair me dard ho raha hai kya? lao me daba deta hu..”. Mami, “Aree tune toh meri mann ki. I then confessed to her that I was incredibly turned on knowing that another man wanted her and how she had responded to him. I also confessed that I had watched them through the window and saw John fingering her, how she opened up for him, how sexy and wanton it was and that I nearly blew into my pants.You bastard, she said, playfully hitting me saying I was a perve and needed a to be taught a lesson.She reminded me then that I had already cum and she needed an orgasm, I need a fuck and you.