There were complexities that painted this moment a very different shade to the passionate red that colours most of my sexual ventures.There was a hist...ry to us that had yet to be written and we knew it.As our tongues swirled against each other our bodies pressed closer upon each other, we felt the moment of intensity had driven our sexual natures to the brink of insanity.It was almost like we both knew what was going to happen next would be almost to much to bare.Like we were already tipping. She wouldn’t fuck me on the gold. But it was her cock. It was Xera.“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, springing to my feet. A shower of gold coins spilled off of me. More fell from my thighs, stuck by juices to my flesh, as I raced to her. They tinked on the ground, dancing around my bare feet.I leaped, throwing my small body at her.She caught me easily. I was half her height, a child to her. And then her huge cock slammed into my cunt as she pulled my close. My arms wrapped about her torso. They. She looked at me and smiled. "Don't you show that to anyone". I pulled her head back down on my cock without answering. She got back to work, sloppily sucking every inch with moans of joy. Then I felt her warm tongue gliding up and down the lenghth of my rock hard member. And my balls popped in her mouth as she stroked the dick with her left hand. "Let's go down in that wooded area. I need to fill that pussy up with my cream". She did as I told her and we got out of the truck. As we. I even checked mom’s WhatsApp. She used to chat dirty with aunty. But for the first time, I had seen Kavita aunty’s cleavage, and her figure was running in my mind.The next morning, I went to Suraj, told him, and showed him pics about our mothers’ act. He was shocked. Suddenly, one thing struck my mind.I told him, “My mom is alone, and your dad does not stay home. So our mothers do it to fulfill their needs. So why don’t we swap our mothers and fulfill their needs? This way, we, too, can have.