So if mom had the gumption to once more venture into my private rubba-dub time, I might just get the chance to test the waters, if I had not already b...own it, by being boneheaded. Three times in a row – duh!? Bro? . . . good luck, she concluded, handing me a $20 for her kind of books.Well, if that was the case, perhaps I needed to insure that I got interrupted one more time, to see if my maternal lust interest would respond to less subtle things than a blurry body next to her pantyless potty. Thanks to Internet, I knew bit about Clitoris, so I tried to stimulate that and sucked whole area where it is located and went aggressive in sucking.Within few seconds of careless sucking of her fuckhole, Radha Bhabhi went mad and started crying in unbearable pleasure and could not utter anything except, “Sir…sir…sir…..Ahhhh….Ahhh…… Sir” I flicked my tongue numerous times on that region and sucked her desperately as I use to see in blue movies, though while doing that I was breathing with. I instantly open up my suitcase and put my clothes and toiletries where they belong. I have been on the road for a long enough time to know that when you live out of the suitcase you will never be able to relax. So, it became a habit to clean out the suitcase and make it feel like a home away from home.I power up my laptop then go and brush my teeth while it is booting up. Another habit I started on the road. I then return to the computer, pick it up and recline on the bed. Fresh breathed. I was so embarrassed. "Let me see," she said, and pulled the sheet off me, exposing my cock; hard, sticking straight up. "Oh, my goodness, daddy," she gasped, "just like in the movie." "Well, no, not quite, honey," I said, not knowing quite what to say but knowing my cock was at least four inches shorter than the guy's in the movie. "Let me touch it," she said, reaching over and clasping her right hand around the shaft of my cock. "Carrie Sue, what are you doing, girl?" I exclaimed.