I learned soon that underneath the cute façade, a phrase I borrowed from a rather articulate friend, was the heart of a sex-starved nymphomaniac. She...was every guy’s wet dream. She could match any man’s horniness, pound for pound. What a girl! My cock stirs at the mere thought of that day. My heart too. But, physical stirrings hit you harder than the emotional ones.It was July I think, I visited Pune. She was sweet. I was, well rusty. We held hands in the Auto ride back home; we made out in the. Mom truly was! When I was on the brink of Cumming, I pulled back and told mom that she had better stop. She looked up at me and asked why. When I told her that I was going to cum, she pushed me back onto the bed, got between my legs, and continued to suck my cock and stroke the base with her hand. Within minutes, I screamed that I was Cumming. Instead of taking it out of her mouth, she simply sucked harder and it seemed to turn her on. When I had finished Cumming, I looked down at mom and she. She felt Victoria's hips press into her backside and rest there.Testing, Jesse tried to flex her muscles around the invader. To push itout from behind her. The attempt felt slippery and ineffectual. Theshape held its position. It impaled her and refused to move.Unbidden, the shape retreated, and Jesse felt a fleeting and desperateurge to pull it back in. It pushed forward again and Jesse's head fellback, resting on Victoria's waiting shoulder. Victoria nibbled Jesse'sear and proceeded to fuck. "What the fuck are you talking about?"Richie frowned and looked up. The Aura around Sandra seethed. "It's back. You don't have to pretend like you're my mother anymore. We had our fun, so now it's back to the same old shit. Might as well tell me how you want me to fuck you tonight."Sandra's eyes widened slightly, and Richie almost dared to believe the gesture was real. He was tired of letting himself be fooled. He didn't believe a word anyone outside the Harbingers told him without proof, so.