We still shared a room, but with me being 14 and Sarah being 17, mom and dad were doing an addition on the house so Sarah could have her own room. I w...s just starting puberty at 14, and she was 17, so we talked about boys, kissing and sex almost every night before going to sleep.One night, after our talk left me feeling a little funny down south, I wanted to see how far I could take my sleeping sister. After she had fallen asleep, I turned the heat up a little in the room and then started. Prove it to me." "What do you want me to do?" "Just stroke my cock . . . that’s all." "I can't . . . I've never done anything like that before. I don't know what to do." He stared into her wide blue eyes and laughed softly. She knew instinctively that the more she protested her innocence and inexperience, the more he would want her to do it. "It’s just like stroking a dog or a cat, but you'll enjoy it much more." "How do I know that?" "Let’s give it a try. Kneel down in front of me and gently. I was happy to hear that. I wanted to tell her that I am her son.But, I was unable to convey my love to her. I thought she might get angry with me, or she won’t accept me as her son. I saw my mom for the first time after joining the company, she was beautiful, and she looks like she is in her early 30s. She was fair, cute, and was wearing a beautiful saree.I wanted to tell her I am her son, but still, I have fear to open that secret. Slowly, I started to know about her after joining there. She. His sexy eyes gazed into hers as he fucked her harder. Her hips gyrated under me and into him, her cunt swallowing up the girth and length of him. Her juices flowed around his cock and I lapped up what ever my tongue could reach. My mouth continued to orchestrate upon her swollen clitty, both my hands spread her butterfly wings open, I watched as my Masters thick hard prick probed her wet wanting pussy, my own twitching and tingling, needing to be fucked. She moaned out. Laid back farther, her.