And these thighs of yours are so smooth.”I whimpered from his violating touch. He must have heard me because he laughed.His hand slid up my thigh an... his fingers are stroking my mound, with one finger tracing opening. I screamed in fear again from his touch. No matter how much I squirm, I cannot get rid of his invading fingers.He grabbed the bag from my head and yanked it off my face. I am now looking face to face at my captor.He ran his head along my hair and stared at my face. “You are very. I'm going to tell you how I've become a cum loving slut for my 15 year old son Tommy.During my son's early teen years I noticed while cleaning his wash, Tommy's bed sheets and pajamas bottoms were constantly being soiled. I figured since he was eating cookies with milk in bed as of late, he was just spilling some of the contents from the glass.Upon closer examination of the fresh stains I realized the blemish was sticky and somewhat clear. I skated by index finger through the moist fluid. We both moaned as I begged him to go harder. I wanted it hard and he was quick to comply. He came quick and sighed with relief. His cock felt warm and filled my pussy so much some spilled out onto his cock and balls. I came with a loud moan of pleasure and leaked my juices all over his cock. He kissed each nipple again and pulled out softly as soon as I was finished cumming. He cuddled up against me and kissed me softly. I asked him if he had been nervous and he said only because he worried he. How I stepped into this New World. I was typical conservative Indian housewife with our set of values. I spent a lot of time thinking about him while he probably had no idea that I wanted him so badly. I love him. I had always loved him but I’ve done it in silence. I had been feeling guilty because I dream about best friend of my husband.At that time my frustrations were so painful when I met Prem I could not look at him because I was frightened of him, frightened of myself, my feelings for.