I just couldn't take the pleasure of my mom touching my oiled penis and shouted "aaahhhh". She the smirked and went on to give me a blow job, she like... it very much, but all she was interested was in my dick in her pundai ( known a pussy in my language). I then lifted her in my hands and walked to the bedroom and just threw her on the bed. By that time my dick was so erected, that it was ready to explode. I then undressed her saree, slowly unhooked her bra. Oh boy, those tits, they both were. We serve Mistress Emma because we choose to; we enjoy it. I understand that for some people that may be a bit of a buzz-kill, but it is important to know that we are all here by choice. That includes you, as well. Should things become too uncomfortable for you at any time, you are free to say so and free to leave. But I think I speak for everyone here when I say that I hope you won’t.”Emma and I both nodded our agreement. Jess continued, her gaze never leaving his.“Now, with the disclaimer out. .we didn't do anything last night...and we're alone..." she said.I didn't reply."Can we...go up to your bedroom?" she asked quietly, looking into my eyes.I smiled."Now why wouldn't you want to ask me that?" I said."I don't know...just, last night, when I was telling you stuff...I didn't want to make you mad..." she said quickly, nervously.I released my tight grip on her ass, and started to gently massage it instead."Jessica," I said, taking her chin with my other hand, "You don't ever have to. Wilson is going great. I told her everything that I found out and was told by Grandma and Mrs. Kennedy. She told me that I shouldn’t pursue it anymore, and that I should confront my mother instead. This will never happen.“Confronting your biological father could ruin everything that we’ve accomplished,” she said. “He may not even remember your mother or even care. He might say something to you that will bring us back to square one.”I run towards the ball as it is in the air. Thinking that it is.