And I weep, I cry with joy at being innocent again, at being whole again, I sob heavily as I realize that it was all just a bad dream and my reality, ...y true life is here in his arms, serving him, loving him, not the banal responsibility of working, studying, and keeping a house for the man who should be caring for me and his son. There is nothing sexual about this vision, this dream of happiness. It is very sensual, and incredibly loving, but his only thought is to chase away my troubles and. It was the day, and I boarded my train. During the journey, I was remembering how I had grown up from an innocent kid to a horny teenager, who fantasizes about his mother.I finally reached my home after 2 days, and I was very tired. I rang the bell and was happy to see my mother who always looked perfect.She wore a transparent saree with a deep-cut blouse and was exposing her navel. I hugged her and she was very happy. Though I was very tired, my dick instantly saluted my mom’s aroma after. Knock… Knock… Slowly opened the door and she was hiding behind the door… she also tapped twice to confirm and moved in and closed the door.She was wearing a blue top and three forth legging with skin colour… She was damn sexy… I was stunned looking at her at first stance as she was not wearing the pant and realized it was skin color legging…She moved back towards the door, lifted her hands up… Looking at me and smiling… she was on rising and waiting for the touch, I moved towards and locked the. A string of expletives came from me as I rode him back. The sound of us echoing in the air as we both moaned. I was beat but I knew he wasn't done yet. He slowly pulled out and turned me over. We kissed like we always did-full of passion. I could feel him slip his tongue along my lips and I happily granted him access. He tasted sweet, like peppermint and chocolate. Most likely he was eating his favorite candy before I got home. He broke the kiss and made his way back between my legs, only this.