And, after a while those cute cuddlypuppy fantasies started to change too. By change I mean the puppiesstarted to morph into guys. Big hairy naked g...ys with nice tushes andrippling muscles. I should have been frightened by this sudden intrusion.I tried to shut out such thoughts but instead I found myself imaginingpressing my flesh against their hard bodies.Ugh! It was shameful. It was gross. It was exciting. But what straightguy wants to admit, even to himself, that they are getting their. Is that ok son”Oh my god. My prayers were answered. I thanked god silently and said, “ok Amma”Well, it was very hard to explain all the emotions that passed through my mind. Although I had dreamed about my mom thousands of times, when I actually got her consent I felt like crying. I think mom sensed that and stretched out her hands to embrace me. Holding my head to her open boobs she sighed “oh my darling son, you thought about Amma for so many years? My poor baby, I will give you whatever you. Hein was lost in thought, which was not like him when he was at home. It had become another benefit of our life together. The five of us had created a place that was an oasis of sorts from other concerns and worries. “Hein.” It took a moment for his name to break through his thinking. “Hein.” The table was watching me and Hein. It was unusual for him not to quickly respond to me speaking his name. They were all watching with a bit of concern as he looked up, a bit stunned that something had. It was kinda messy but that was the last thing on my mind right now. He wasted no time in grabbing my t-shirt by the hem and pulling it off, revealing my black lacy bra. He let out a low growl as his eyes took me in, then he reached behind me and expertly undid the clasp on my bra, pulling it off of me and tossing it. Oh God, he muttered, and put his hands on my breasts. He started to fondle them and squeeze my nipples. I cant believe this is happening…Wow, your tits are so nice. So round and.