.So pardon me if I am wayward.I have been a regular reader of may stories here..Incest, aunties etc..But let me honest to you most seem like fiction. ... am not a stud, my dick is not abnormally huge, I am not the smartest boy..I am just normal (24 years of age). In this story..I do not go about having sex with my mother directly..I have read stories where a boy sees his mother and has sex…I find that weird.Here I would like to share my lust for my mother and how it all started and what did I do.. That I was twenty-four. Thepurse also contained a handful of condoms as well as a wad of one andfive dollar bills. This all told me a bit about the woman whose body Icurrently occupied.For a moment, I worried about Traci and what my being here meant. DidDeath kick her out of her own body so that I'd have a place to go? Ifthat was the case, I'd think that Death could find better subjects.And if that was the case, did that make me an accomplice to murder?"I have a job to do," I reminded. Slowly first and as I got the judgement, the pace increased. I was now fucking her like a man, with vigor and valor. Bhabhi was also reciprocating. Writhing and gyrating under my spell. Room was filled with her moaning, 'aaaaannnhhh aaanhh ooooooh oooooh!!! Mar gayee re! Laaaala, chod re chod, uiiiii maaaaa' and my grunting, 'hmm hmm hmmm, le Bhabhi le, mera lund le, aaaaaah aaaah ooooh ooooh.'I was equally enjoying the expressions on her face. I could see a combination of pain and ecstasy on. And she also became aware of her body, learning to feel it, use it, be consciously in it. However, it was almost all girls in the dance classes, (and she suspected that most of the boys in dance were gay) and with being busy, not used to being pretty, and still naturally shy, she did not have any boyfriends or even dates.Amy and Tom sat in silence for a while, not sure what to say, each was thinking their own thoughts. While they were no longer close, over the last week with Tom home, they had.