"SCOTT! Come back, the oil, they can't light the oil with you in the water!"It was Kirsty's voice that cut through whatever madness that had descended...on me. Her words somehow penetrated my head where the screams around me had not and I realised the significance of what she was shouting. I had planned the oil to deal with the possibility of some of the Vikings getting through the stakes. But now my stupidity in running into the water to meet them, my reaction to the heat of battle, was stopping. "Warren Crawford", he said."Warren!" Came the female voice over the receiver. "It is Brenda, your distance cousin from Melbourne". It had been ages since he had heard from her, the last time was for a birthday, her daughter's, who would have been around twelve. "It has been awhile Brenda", he replied. Over the next fifteen minutes he heard of the problems, the closing of the institutions which he didn't know the daughter had been sent to and the desperation in the voice of the mother. "Could. She offered me to drink coffee which I couldn’t resist…we talked a bit and became friends…I came to know that her husband is in army and visits very rarely to home, she is all alone here in Hyderabad…I told her from now onwards, I will b with her, and she could call me whenever she wants, and I gave her my number..she felt happy about it.She told that she don’t have children also, so she would consider me as her son..I felt so happy as my dream of fucking my mother would b fulfilled…Later, I. I notice this softness seems to make her more receptive to my entry so with a little gentle rocking back and forth I push deeper. Then my pubic bones are suddenly wet with her pussy juices. I am ALL the way in. Buried to the hilt in her ass and she is smiling still! She is proud of herself, I can tell. After a bit of tender thrusting in and out I ask how her pain level is and she insists there is none. Hard to believe, but she insists…And asks for more. I oblige happily and start a slow,.