“nice…very nice…”. “i am sure there are many girls after you, aren’t they?” She teased me, laughing now. “no girl has told me anything...aunty” i was being honest and i dare say i blushed at her compliment. “girls wont say anything deepak.” She giggled again. “there…”. “that should do it. Anywhere else you need the ointment?”. “no i am fine aunty” i said hurriedly, desperate to escape the tension of finding myself so close to the object of my fantasies. When i reached for my shirt, priya quickly. For me, even though DIY handjobs were still a part of my sex life, I didn't know if I was capable of keeping up with her.It just was that a relationship with her, for a guy like me, was just "a kick in the balls, waiting to happen". I wasn't going to go there. Been there, done that, and the t-shirt didn't fit.So for the next few weeks we played cat and mouse. She was always seeking me out, trying to flirt with me and I was always avoiding her, but remaining friendly and cordial to her when we. “Wait!” I was going nowhere. “You are bad man,” Maria whispered, which hurt me, it was true, but still… “You should be ashamed, to use a mother’s love against her!” I reached and flipped open the knotted belt of her bath robe, it fell open, exposing her naked golden skin and the broadest nipple aurora I had ever seen, like saucers. She gasped and pulled the robe back shut. I placed my hands on her shoulders, physically pushed her back in the door, heeled it shut behind me, she glanced over my. I reached behind her and unhooked it. It fell to the floor. "Look at your mommy's tits. Do you like them?" "I love them." I started to play with her nipples. They were hard and standing at attention. "Will you kiss your mommy?" I bent over, and we kissed. She broke our embrace. And she slid to the floor. She rubbed my cock through the panties, looking at me. "Do you like the way your mommy rubs your cock?" "Oh, yes," I half groaned. I reached down and pulled my cock.