Again more silence before Mum finally agreed it would be great if she could feel a hard cock in her cunt again as there had been no one since dad pass...d away. I looked down towards my mum’s face and asked to tell me that she wanted me to fuck her wet cunt. Instead she simply said Son; please fuck your horny slut of a mother in any position you see fit; but take me to heaven. Suddenly I felt full of pride that my own mum was begging me to not only fuck her but was giving me the option of. To maa boli ki mere pati ki maut abhi abhi hui hai aur hamare isme pati ki maut hone ke baad doosri shaadi karoongi toh mere samaj mein meri kya izzat rahegi.mujhe is samaj mein muh dikhane ki nahi rahoongi toh gupta aunty boli ki koi baat nahi. 1 saal hone ke baad humara ghar bank walo ne seal karliya kyunki emi na bharne karan aur bank walo ne kaha ki sirf 1 months mein agar emi ka paise nahi diye to ghar ka samman sab bech denge.humare koi rishtedaaro ne hamari madat nahi ki sirf building ki. While they ate, the foursome talked, joked, gossiped, and even brought up work, such as Damien’s job as the youngest and newest editor for an independent newspaper called the Volunteer (it being Tennessee). Maryam told him outright that she always liked that he was a journalist. To her, having seen as a child what a gagged press was like, it was a pretty big deal to show respect for newsmen and she saw them as defenders of objective facts against propaganda and lies.“Mind you, my schedule is. “Indeed, he is. Moved out this morning.” She poured more and a brittle laugh escaped her perfectly painted lips. She was still so put together, in spite of everything. Still the beauty queen she’d once been. A part of me hated her for it. “He was fucking Alicia. My friend from the country club. You know her, right?”I was startled to hear my mother speak so bluntly, but I nodded.“She’s ugly as hell. Fat, giant nose, big thighs. And he fucked her. Loves her, he says. Wants babies with her.” She.