Please pardon me for grammatical errors and all that shit. I am good at English but too lazy to type. I m glad I could write this much. Please support...me through this. Comments , feedbacks are welcome…just ping me at And yeah…make me a popular author by supporting me…Well, I don’t like to begin the story by saying ‘’I am a guy, about 6.1’’ tall and well built and equipped .’’because that kinda feels discreet , but I think I did. Hmm, I currently live in Bangalore. Coming to the story…. Let me. . There are some things a mother should never have to do ... But ... I ‘want’ to do it for her ... For her happiness...”“And what about you?” Checks Renae. “Have you thought about maybe joining in?”Tracey screws her face up, “Oh nooooo ... This is for Felecia. I don’t want to do ‘that’...” Based on her reaction, we can tell she’s not holding back - we don’t doubt her.Renae turns her attention from Tracey to the twisted teen, smiling and speaks, as if she’s talking to a moron, making fun of the. He body moved up and down left and right. Using her beautiful ass to turn me on. It was working, I know she could feel her job well done growing against her as she worked me. I could see that look in her eyes, I was her prey and she had just tagged me for the kill, she spun around and I felt myself pull her into me. She closed her eyes as our lips touched, as we moved we kissed, in the middle of the crowd we were alone. Our lips parted and the kiss deepened as we passionately got into it. I. " It read.I sat up in my bed for a minute and then went to take a shower. As the water slowly ran over my back and down my ass, memories of yesterday came flooding back; the nurse, my mother, both of them bringing me to a shaking orgasm. The little drop of cum on my mom's knuckle. I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew there was a knock on the bathroom door and my mom yelling, "Finish up in there, we've got to go!" Okay, Ma! Relax, I'm coming." I replied."I'll be in the.