Fir usne mera nam pucha main ne bata diya usne sorry wrong ping bol k bat band kar di main ne bhi reply nahi kiya do din bat fir uska msg aya hello ra...esh main ne bola ap kaun fir usne yad dilaya ki do din pahle mujhe msg kiya tha mujhe yad a gaya main ne bola ap ne to wrong number bola tha usne kaha ki wo dekhna chati thi main piche padta hun ya nahi main ne kaha main kisi ko pareshan nahi karta ap ne wrong number bola tha to main ne nahi kiyaFir usne bataya ki wo meri regular reader hai or. “When is he going?”“He already left.”“Ok mom, I’ll go to my room”.I quickly informed my friends to come home the next day. And the day came. Mom was wearing a dress which had zip in the front. It covered her body but only till her thighs. Also, she didn’t fully zip the dress. Her cleavage was visible. By the way, mom is 5’6″ tall and she is white. It is quite rare to find a woman like her in South India.My friends came to my house. I introduced everyone to my mom. Nothing happened on day 1. Jake came up to me, and it just so happened I was staring at the outline of his cock in his speedo. Being a cocksucker, I put both hands on each side of his speedo and pulled down. Hi cock sprang up and his balls hung low, I grabbed his purse (balls sack) and directed my mouth to swallow his cock. Meanwhile he pulled my cock out of my speedo and began to jerk my cock. If someone came by they would have seen me sucking Jakes cock and tickling his purse, while he was jerking my cock with the PA. It was arguably the best blow job I've ever had. I sat there a minute and whispered now it was her turn. At first she was reluctant and I thought maybe it was that time of the month but after some time I realized that nobody had ever went down on her and she was nervous. She later told me that when she went out on dates she learned that if she blew them they wouldn't pressure her into intercourse. That explained why she was so great a giving head. Well I was determined to teach her that.