Mano aab usne pura control apne main liya ho. Woh kisi bhuki sherni ki taraha mere par tut padi.Aur mere lund ko jor jor se dabate, hilana shuru kiya....Aur mere muh mein apna muh dalkar jor jor se smooch karte. Mere badan par pura apna badan jhukakar. Lete lete ghisna shuru kiya. Main bhi unki saase, mere andar muh main lekar chusne laga.Ab unki chut mere 6.2+ inch ke lund se ragadane lagi. Aur main bhi mere gand ko yaha vaha karte pura lund chut par ghisne lag gaya. Aab maine bhi smooch karte. I began to suspect that she might be getting a thrill out of my exhibitions. Up till then, I believed that we had never crossed overt incest boundaries, but, I also think that slowly but surely, sexual innuendo and veiled eroticism began to creep into our relationship.Of course, the fact that my mother was - and remains - a good-looking woman didn't hurt things, either. She's tall and voluptuously built. She isn't fat in the least, but she'll never be mistaken for an anorexic super-model. Mom's. I lifted her on to the bed and lay down next to her, kissing her on the lips then progressing down her neck to kiss her breasts. With one hand I caressed and lightly squeezed her tits and nibbled the nipple of the other, then swapped over till both stood up prominently. Then I moved down to kiss her navel and then through her black pubic hair to her wet pink pussy, surrounded by brown skin. I found her clitoris with my tongue and licked at it a while, listening to her pleased sounds, and then. The next day, I couldn't wait for fourth period to arrive. The same thing happened between us for a few days until I couldn't wait any longer. "It's time to kick it up a notch," I thought. We got to fourth period and it started out the same. We went to work and he slipped his hand under the table and gently massaged my thigh, then he stuck his hand a little ways up my shorts. He stopped after awhile and I thought to myself "Hehehe, my turn!" I slid my hand down until I felt his sexy legs. I.