I told Suri to keep the mobile on and let me hear her moans and pleasures. Rest of the story is what Suri lovingly narrated. That night, my mom Anupam... hadn’t changed her black saree. Post dinner, Suri pretended to sleep early and once the lights went off, he went to her room and made his most important first move. She was sleeping with her cleavage open and bra clearly an inch out and tits even more prominent. Suri, couldn’t have asked for more. He gently lifted my beloved mother’s saree and. .. I'm ... so close..."I took a firmer grip on the soft flesh of her cheeks and pulled her hips tighter against my face, while parting her fleshy folds with my tongue and darting deeply inside her. She grunted, then her breath caught, and suddenly she was gasping for air, her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling my head tightly against her as she ground her cunt against my face. I groaned from both pain and delight. She was literally gushing juice that tasted like honey to me. My tongue feasted on. "I don't want you to." I said."And I don't want to go. I want you to make love to me again, dear brother, but that's my body talking, and not my mind. I have to be sure of myself if I'm gonna go back down that road." Heather said."I understand." I said."I know you do." Heather said. She grabbed the tape and got off my bed. She turned back to me when she reached my door. "I'll talk to you later, okay?" She said. "Hope I didn't torture you too much." Nothing that a session with Rosy Palmer and. I watched his throat, his Adams apple moving up and down as he quenched his thirst. I have always thought that a mans Adam Apple was sexy and to this day I still do. As I looked at Martys apple I thought about what it would be like to have my cock in his throat. How it would feel, the muscles contracting and what it would be like to fill his mouth with my cum, to watch that throat drink the nectar of my being. In those split seconds I also wondered what his cum tasted like and would he fill me.