” “Oh for fuck’s sake, Uncle Bob. I don’t wanna hear you say that.” “Just saying.” “Yeah well don’t.” “She’s great and all tha... but she won’t let me go near her back door.” “Good for her. And you fucking keep away from it.” “She’ll let me touch her tush, just won’t let me…” “For fuck’s sake, Uncle Bob! Just get back in there, will you?” “What? You think I should try again? With your Mum?” “I’m talking about me, you daft bastard!” “Oh right.”His tongue went back up my bum, his hand stroking my. "Have you had sex?" I tested the waters "No," was all he said. Again the silence filled the room. What was I thinking? What was I doing? I figured up till that moment all was normal. A simple son-mother chat, but to me it was so much more. Just talking with him about his jacking off was turning me on.The way he looked, his hair sort of messy but neat at the same time, youth can get away with that 'whatever' look; his jeans, the bulge in the crotch, the way I needed to help him relax."Can I ask. So that night when Jasmine got home her parents where totally pissed off and asked her what was going on that she was missing practice and skipping different classed each day and if she was in trouble or if it was drugs or what. Jasmine told them that it was nothing and that she would stop skipping classed and start going back to practice. Jasmine lied to her parents because she knew that her parents weren’t going accept that their baby girl was starting to grow up and was doing things that she. Sanskriti was always jealous of Sagarika. She had seen what a delight her body can give to guys.How Indian men like curves to play. She had seen me ogling at Sagarika’s body and cleavage whenever I got a chance. We have fought about this. The night came and both of them came. Sanskriti was wearing a crop top which was covering her boobs and a slight upper chest with mini jeans on.Her milky white body was visible and her shapely legs were inviting me to be caressed. She gave me a peck on my.