Every thrust into her was met by a moan and a little squelching sound as her juices flowed over my finger and onto my waiting tongue. I bent my finger...slightly and rotated it as I rubbed the inside of her pussy and as the tip stroked across a certain area of her vaginal wall her hips twitched, her pussy pulsed and she sucked in the air deeper. I had found her special sweet spot. I began to rub this area harder and quicker as fingered her and she began to roll her hips back and forth. Her. I pushed her up against the car, still kissing her, our tongues battling frantically. I slid my right hand around and stroked her pussy thru the soft pants she had on. They were like full cover leggings, and let me have a good feel of her even with them on. She gasped again as I rubbed her, and caressed my sides with her hands.I moved my left hand down and opened the car door, then shielded her head as I pushed her sideways and down into the back seat, kissing her all the way. As I climbed in. .........So let’s get into the story this is the real incident which happened with me. This is my first story in Indian sex stories please forgive me if there are any mistakes. This story tells about how I had sex with my mom. This is a real life experience so it’s actually quite long as I have described each and every incident with detailed description. So bear with me… When I got older at around 15 years got fascinated about girls.. but mine interest was in more in big and buxom ladies.my mom. The killer was a real sicko, we figured - - the bodies were all found with their tits sliced off and the word "Mommy" sliced into their stomachs.You'd figure a guy -- had to be a guy, right? -- anyway, a guy with an M.O. like that, somebody'd put it all together when the second body showed up. But these were hookers, so the cops who handled the stiffs didn't give a shit. Hell, it took us a whole day just to get all the paperwork in order once we took over, and we never did find half the photos.