But I wasn’t sexually attracted to her. I didn’t want to have sex with her or anything, but trust me, all the older neighborhood boys always talke... about what they would do to her. I was kind of a loner all throughout school. I wasn’t ugly or anything, in fact, I had a pretty good face and girls always flocked to me. But I didn’t really like them, and I guess all the girls from school thought they should just bully me instead. The guys had the same idea, except they bullied me because they were. He shot loads of cum into his mother’s waiting mouth. Priya couldn’t take it all. She choked and the remaining ropes and ropes of her son’s hot semen fell on her neck and blouse and hands.She let go of his manhood and kissed Dev, they exchanged his cum fluid.“Did you like it Dev?”“It was the best mother!”“Look what you’ve done to me son, look the mess you’ve made on my blouse”“I’m sorry ma!”“You better be. Remove my blouse” she lay on the bed.Dev meticulously unhooked her blouse from the. Surely there had to be an angle he could latch onto and exploit!The philosophy behind the place was (to coin a phrase) diabolical. All the basic human drives had been removed or made irrelevant. The climate was temperate if unvarying, no food or drink was needed so none was offered and the endless procession of identically grey indistinguishable beings quelled any thoughts of sex much more effectively than any cold spoon. There was nothing to talk about so no-one spoke, nothing to stimulate. "Ellen. Ellen - my wife." If I were you, I'd refer to her as 'Madame' or 'the mistress'" Maria informed me firmly. "I don't think she'll take too kindly to a maid calling her by her first name." She paused again. "What is that strange expression on your face?" she asked."I thought - I thought.." What?" That this was just for today.. This morning .. This afternoon," I stammered, taking hold of my skirts with both hands and shaking the material."Well then? You were wrong, weren't you? Come on, we.