But this was an alleyway and open to the public and the worry of getting caught preyed heavily on our minds.The next day about 10am he called round to...my flat. We went to the front and chatted over a cup of coffee as per normal when he suddenly rose to his feet and said “Well do you still want suck my cock?” He was standing quite close to me with his crotch at eye level and rubbing himself through his jeans. With slightly trembling hands, I reached out and undid his belt and pulled down his zip. The double layer of nylon and satin on my cock would feel rapturous and my phallus would pulse and quiver as my orgasm approached. Any inclination to be cautious or discreet would be washed away by the sensations of my mothers stockings rubbing on my cock and the scent of her cunt.I would squirt copious amounts of semen into my mother’s undergarments as my orgasm rippled through my body. I would often fall to my knees trembling with the delectation of the feelings coursing through my senses.Of. I held her fingers and told her, “Padmini your husband is very lucky, you have a fabulous body, this secret is between us only.” She tried to speak to me. But she could not her voice just chocked her body trembled in utter disbelief on her stupidity. I had masturbated once, but now my whole body and blood were restless for Padmini. My dick raged to its peak every time the sequence played in my mind.The next few days were very awkward. Padmini avoided my presence. She was deeply embarrassed. Since we were in a hurry I sent two of my Airdales ... a First Class and a Third ... over here and they found them..."Also, because we were in a hurry I had them check the aircraft out with a coarse bristled brush and we would check them over with a cooties comb if you decided to go for it. Will you?"I spotted a phone over by the hangar door. The USGS Head said, "I don't care. We'll pay for the gas and oil. Just finish up before the November storms hit ... please." He hung up. So did I."I.