Maine aur jor lagaaya aur uski choot mein poora ghusa diya. Jaise hi poora andar gaya usne meri pith par apane naakhoon gada diye. Fir main use us ava...tha mein tab tak chodta raha jab tak mera maal nahin nikal gaya.Chudai ki aawaaz poori room me goonj rahi thi, ‘thap thap thap’. Uski aawaz saath me chal rahi thi, “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh uhhhhhh aur andar daalo ummmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.”Us bich maine uske honthon ko bahut choosa. Usse bhi yeh bahut achchha lagata tha to woh mera poora saath. The blow-job of her life, delivered on the day she married. Just not to her husband.“That’s it, Erica,” Gavin said, raising her easily up from the floor. His eyes were fierce with lust, but amusement still flickered on his lips. “You’re getting the idea. Love, honour and obey my cock.” She balked at the wedding-day profanity, but he shoved her in reverse before she could respond, so that she fell bouncing onto the bridal bed, veil laid out behind her like a shimmering fan. He was on top of her. She intended to and was humiliating me to the last.I sat down on the sofa in the lounge, wincing as I felt the mess in my panties. The clock on the mantle said 3.50pm. She would be back soon. I hoped that the pills would work quickly. Hoped that by this evening I would be my old self. I was going to go out tonight and find myself a piece of skirt and give her a right seeing to. I had missed my cock, the slit between my legs giving something of a good sensation when played with but nothing like. ‘Ooohhh’ I groaned as my mother’s cunt muscle gripped my cock like a vice. A vision of the Bollywood goddess Urmilla flooded into my mind. Yes, I cried to myself,I was making love to Urmilla, for my mother was the ultimate incarnation of her – from her pretty face, her big round bosoms, her smooth hips and her fleshy buttock cheeks. An exact replica of my idol. The room immediately flooded with the scent of sordid sex. I thrust deeper and harder into the soil of motherly love. After 18 years.