Me kai ladkiyo se bat karta that thabhi ak ladki parul mere contact me ai vo muje sms or cell pe ph karti thi ak din vo boli me tume milna chati hu vo...muje ganto gnato bat karti thi va surat me rati thi aur me ahmedabad me so long ak din vo medical me job karti thi to va ak bahana nikal kar ane ka boli me ne kaha ajana magar va kati thi jada nahir rukagi.She sheeting night train so come to mooring and I pickup to Parul mooring. And she come to my house my father and mother ask to me how is this. Licking the inside of my lips in circular motion to suggest to me what she wanted me to do to her pussy lips. Or, at least, that is what I thought it meant. She led me upstairs and I fingered her as we slowly went up, enjoying every rise in the stairs - discovering my the third or fourth stair that she was nice and hairy and wet. So this was it, I thought. I'd be inside her within the next few minutes, fucking her like crazy, and that thought made me hard and erect before I'd even got to the. The last one was another bathing suit in what appeared to be shiny black leather. It covered very little.I couldn’t believe that this was my conservative mother wearing miniskirts, short tight dresses, and low cut tube tops. To say I enjoyed the fashion show would be an understatement. I was forced to cover my crotch with a pillow or risk revealing my throbbing erection.Later that night I snuck upstairs to spy on my mother as usual. I was peeking through the door as she sat at her vanity doing. .and that kind of made it not so wrong.I thought about the day when I had told Margie and Susan about giving Mr.Edwards the hand job. I told them how it all made sense and that I hadalways had a thing for older men and that I was gay...but was that reallythe truth? I know I wanted it to be the truth because I was looking foranswers that would explain why I was dressed up like my mom.It was beginning to dawn on me that I would say anything, do anything,and rationalize anything for immediate.