Although they did abruptly stop touching me.Mom: Did he just do what I think he did?Kendall: Oh my god, he did. Didn't he? Just from that?Mom: Oh my g...d. Turn around boy. Let us see.Dreading this, I slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact with any ofthe women. My hands covered the front of the bikini.Mom: What are you hiding?! Move your hands...Me: I don't want to. Please...can I go change...Mom: You aren't fooling anyone. Put your hands on your hips and spreadyour legs. Now!I moved my hands. And I always thank god for the fact that she has the most amazingly shaped C-cup boobs with no sag. Swati looks like a knock-out whatever she wears, and always attracts admiring glances when we are in a public place.That night she looked particularly smashing. She was wearing something she bought specially for this party from a designer boutique in Bandra - a yellow dress which went well with her milky white complexion. It stopped about two inches above her knees. It was loose and pleated from. This was how they trained the SAS and they were men, not sweetly pretty young girls like her!Five hours later, as dawn began to break, Sergeant Howard, a massive brute of a man, came and ordered her to get out. She inched her way slowly out of the river, urging her body to move again after twelve hours freezing immobility. She could remember better nights!"What do you want to do now, Gloria?" asked Sergeant Howard."Sleep, Sergeant!" Not just yet, Gloria. Time for some more suffering, I'm. At first he was shy and tentative - but he opened up when he realized that his fantasies soon became my own, and we often lived them out not long after the telling.That is how I began to suck on my son's large beautiful cock. Its not the first cock I've taken into my mouth, of course, but it was the first that I sucked to completion. It was nasty, a mother sucking her son until she half-chocked on his pumping nectar - and I loved every second!Nothing seemed impossible for us - our secret affair.