Was she afraid I would turn out like him? Who knows? Could I blame her if she was? Of course not. After all, my mother raised ten kids by herself in t...e dirt poor south. We didn’t have the nicest of things, but dammit we never went without. My mother was and always will be my own personal hero. The fact that she never sat me down to tell me about my father bothered me when I was a young man, but I couldn’t hold it against her. I knew what she had to endure to bring us up alone, and at the time. "Taking us upstairs we went through a door into a room I hadn't been inbefore. I was, perhaps, the most feminine room I had ever been.Everything reeked of femininity and wherever they could be used, lace,satin and silk abounded. In the centre of the room was a large bed,super-king sized at least, draped in satin sheets."You can find some nightwear in that dresser over there if you wantsome as I know you didn't bring anything with you, and the bathroom isthrough the door," she said pointing to. Hum doono kuch bed par soo gaya tab usne kaha ki mai tumse kabse chudaana chati thi aur who waqt aaj aaya hai aaj tuje ko nahi chodunge(reena said). we both got up and get fresh by taking bath i shaved my tool.10:00 o clok usena mujko brake fast par bulaya and still who only nite after batah. Mai uske boobs clearly dhek raha tha.After finishing food she went to kitchen mai bhi uske peche chala gaya. Aur usko peecha se pakad liya aur aapne land uske gaand ke beech rub kar raha tha . And kissing. We were both as ready as we'd ever be, so I bent over and put both my hands on the wall, doing my best to tilt my ass up towards his cock. I arched my back.He pushed his cock against my ass hole. I pushed out, relaxing it as much as I could. I've played with myself enough to know that this was the best way to loosen up. Then, not long after, he slipped inside me, and it was heaven. He started slow, in and out, an inch at a time, getting deeper with every slow thrust. I started to push back, in.