My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother.She didn’t help any either... She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was a sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a day at work. She always kept on her stockings and my cock always rose when her stocking-clad legs. Fir meine use bed par litaya aur uski breast line aur uske stomach ko lick aur kiss karne lagga wo uchalne laggi aur muzhe hathane lagi,jab meine uski naval hole mein apni jizbh daali to wo chik pari ko hasne laggi,mere hath uski body ko explore kar rahe the ,wo bhi meri body se khel rahi thi.kya scene tha wo, mera lund ye soch ke aur motta hotta jaa rahha tha ki jise mein chodna chaha rahha tha wo aaj mere sath thi ,aur mein use chodhne jaa rahha tha..Uske naval hole ko chatne mein mazza aa. I held him and kissed his face, licking the tears away. He reached down and pulled off the sagging condom filled so quickly with his cum, embarrassing evidence of his innocence and inexperience. ‘I’m so sorry, Sara, so embarrassed, I’m such a failure. I can’t even get a hard-on so I can satisfy you.’ ‘Let’s just take our time, Ben, it’s okay. Karen will never know, I won’t tell her, let’s just relax and hold each other. It’s nice being naked with me, right?’ ‘Oh, it’s wonderful, you are so. Then one fine day she asked me to join her for a cup of coffee in the evening. I just went and we spoke about everything and exchanged numbers. I started calling her often and we used to meet up 1s a week types. It so happened that her friends had planned a trip and she wanted me to accompany her, at first I did not since I would feel uncomfortable and they would feel the same. But she said its a mix of her friends, their boyfriends, and other friends. So I agreed and we went to Coorg. This.