I was no longer plunged into depression when I didn't see her for hours during the day, or even if she didn't spend the night with me, because I knew ...hat she would be back. I knew I was hers; for better or for worse, it was irrelevant.Just as she had marked my body with the tan, shaved legs and balls, and with the tattoo, she continued to put her sign upon me. The small silver rings piercing my nipples were new enough to still make me constantly aware of them. They teased enough to keep them. Yes, I thought to myself as I squeezed my cock-helmet softly – my mother was a goddess, whose pussy was waiting to get fucked by me – her son. It was my destiny!I stood in an hypnotic trance at the sight of the masterpiece of my mother’s swollen pussy lips. It looked so inviting. For the first time since my birth, I was looking down upon the place of my origin. My eyes moved up to my mother’s heaving bosoms, they were big and round like a pair of coconuts, yet soft and creamy, her nipples, like. As I lay on bed in my pajamas, I turned off the lights, slipped into bed. After an hour or so, I woke having the feeling someone was watching me. As I looked around, I saw one stands beside my bed. I am frightened just two seconds then I got it, that is my mom she shrilly looks to me seek out if I am sleep or not. She smoothly calls my name “Senthil” Yeah! “Momma what happened to you momma?” “Why you stand here?” She switched on the light, oh! God she looks like an angel in the brighten light. I sucked and licked and stroked for 10 minutes or so and then Mel pushed me back and stood up. He shed the rest of his cloths, reached down and took my hand and led me over to the bed. His arms were around me and he gave me the most wonderful kiss I had ever had. Our lips touched, our tongues met and it went on from there. I was pushed back onto the bed, my legs were spread and lips began kissing my clit. A tongue moved around in my love hole and teeth nibble here and there. I was about to.