The moment I moved the knife near the cake, mom came close, put her hand on my shoulder, and held my hand in which I was holding the knife. I could fe...l the warmth of her body. I slowly cut three/four pieces of cake. I took one and inserted it Mom’s open mouth. Mom, instead of leaving my finger, sucked it.She bent forward, picked another piece of cake, inserted in my mouth and said, “I love if someone sucks my finger.”We both kept of sucking our fingers. I was getting an erection. Mom looked. Very gently but aiming to find her g-spot I slid my forefinger inside her vagina. It was wet and tight. She tightened the grip at my wrist now completely enjoying the moment. Soft moans escaped her mouth “Hari. Please stop.” My entire finger was inside her pussy.I moved it out and then pushed it in again. She moaned rather loudly now, her nails pierced on my chest. It was getting very risky and I didn’t want to take her into any kind of trouble. So very gently I pulled my finger then my hand. By this time I had the condom on my rock hard dick. I watched her step out of her jeans and then slide her lacy thong down; the girl of my dreams was now standing completely naked in front of me… I thought I had died and gone to heaven for split second then I realised I was very much alive.Caz lay down on the bed and ordered me to her; she spread her legs and told me to get in between them… I did as Caz order and placed myself in between her legs; I lent down and kissed her softly.I felt her. ”The next morning, Trip groaned over his untouched breakfast. “Why’d you let me drink so much?”Unlike him, I had stopped at four beers, so I was disgustingly chipper. I laughed at his miserable expression. “Hey, you’re an adult,” I said. He grimaced, so I took pity on him. “Besides,” I continued, “maybe you needed it.”“I didn’t need anything like that.” He groaned again. “The last thing I remember was you fishing me out of the swimming pool. How much did I drink after that?”“Half a.