I fired a round and hit a little high as the pistol jumped a little. I adjusted the firmness of my grip and fired a second round. That one was better....I then emptied the clip and the spread was not one of my best.I set the pistol down and took off the ear mufflers. Audrey removed hers and said, "That is good shooting." Not really but since I had never fired that type of pistol before it was okay. Put you ear pieces back on." We both did and I took out my Glock. I set up with a two handed stance. She continued to rock her hips against my still-hard phallus. “That’s right. I’m your mother, baby. It’s me, Beth. Your momma.” I was instantly nauseated. The words were heavy, leaden and crazy. Yet she said them with such finality. I wanted to move, but found I couldn’t. Slowly her hips came to a stop, and all the blood rushed out of my cock in a heartbeat. I tried to speak, but had no words. I wanted to throw up, or cry. Mostly I wanted her to get off of me. Finally I put my hands on her. My focus was only on Chachi. This made me miss others who used to bathe in there.One Sunday, I returned home after playing gully cricket around 11.30 am. I saw someone occupied the bathroom. I was sure that it was Chachi who is bathing. Without wasting any time, I was in the toilet as usual, in a position peeping in the hole.I got the biggest, the extreme and sudden sensation of shock, a surprise of my life. It was my Didi who was inside the bathroom naked. She had not yet started bathing. She. At night whenever we met, she used to wear a top over a babydoll with no bra with a panty and short bottoms. All the other girls would wear pajamas. I would say all her friends, especially boys, knew about a mole on her upper thighs, which were heavenly.So due to us going to the same classes, we got together for study sessions, and I started to like her. Many of my friends knew about it and told me not to pursue her due to the rumors. But I really liked her.I didn’t care about anything as the.