..so hard."I teased and tantalized her twat for as long as I could then I began to pound her pussy with licentious lust. I watched as Mother dawdled h...rself while my pecker piston in and out of her.She muttered, "mmmy...puss...mmmy pusssy."Soon she screamed as another orgasm tore thru her body. Her cunt clamped down on my cock. I buried myself into her. Cum shot from cock like a shotgun blast. She contracted her cunt to milk my cock. I threw my head back and bellowed like a bull, "Mmm...Mama."I. This was all new to me, Mother was a traditional cook, plain wholesome food with the occasional, very occasional, venture into the more exotic such as her version of spaghetti bolognaise or even lasagne, neither of which tasted anything like Gino’s. She hated garlic, and Italian cuisine was nothing without garlic and herbs. Gino saw me taking an interest in his cooking and began to allow me to assist, starting with the simple things like grating the parmesan cheese, preparing garlic bread which. He shut the door and withhis arm entwined with mine we walked to the'restaurant. All the doubts I'dhad seem to vanish. The spicy sound of heels on pavement, the sensation ofMike holding me, the aroma of my perfume all alleviated my fears. Instead ofanxiety I relished the feelings and for a few steps laid my head againstMike's shoulder. He softly squeezed me and my heart nearly exploded with joy.The restaurant was dimly lit and the hostess pleasant as she showed us to ourseats. For an instant I. I always wondered how sexy she was and how lucky my dad was.Every day, my mom used to prepare food for me and my dad and send us to the office and college. She never misses this even when she is sick.I always thought that she was a homely lady and I wished to get a wife like her. But the shock of the moment came when one day I reached home earlier than my usual time. I had some issues at the college and I reached home by 3 in the noon. I found that the main door was open which was a strange.