But unfortunately she never initiated a conversation with my mom. My mom and she used to just smile at each other, that’s it. But I had heard that s...arda aunty used to talk about being friends with my mom but didn’t know how to initiate.These things I came to know through my friends, which were said to them by their mom’s. So, everyday my desire for sharda aunty was going on increasing. Everyday my cock was aching to explore the depths of aunty’s hot pussy. She used to walk around in her sexy. Me .last night my pussy also got wet.Mom . It iz natural.Me; sex take only 5 min.Mom : no ur dad is not capable of doing more she cant be able to satisfy me .Me : how much time a sex should take.Mom: 15 to 20 min.for a woman to get orgazum.Me ; mom then u never had orgazum by dad. Mom :yesMom: u r not born by ur dad.. Actually a servant was warking at our home when we are in bihar she fucked me then only u r born..Me : how u had sex with herMom: I know from the first day of my marriage that ur. In what seemed like another lifetime (over a decade by my calculations), I had actually been in there once before and taken part in an open mic night. It was so long ago that I was almost positive I had hair, I thought, as I smiled to myself and ran my fingers across the shaven dome I sport these days.As I walked into the coffeehouse there was a sign reading "OPEN MIC NIGHT TONIGHT! BRING AN INSTRUMENT, A SONG AND HAVE A LOT OF FUN!" Another smile crossed my face as I read the sign, amused that. Then he moved on to the other breast, repeating the process. Every inch of me that he touched burned with pleasure and desire, and I could feel myself growing wet, wanting him. I had waited so long for this. Suddenly he stopped, and released the pressure on my neck. Take off your clothes. He was still straddling me, eyes blazing, and I almost hoped he would rip the clothes right off of me. As quickly as I could, I pulled my shirt and bra over my head and let them fall to the floor. He got off.