Fuck me… Fuck me more…. Aro jore aaahhhh. Ebar amo thap er goti ak dhakkay anek gun bariye dilam. Ar bollam ha sona ebar tomake khub chudbo ami. A...ar mukhe choda sobdo ta sune bodh hoy or kan gorom hoye uthlo. Bollo isssshhhh….. Aaaaah bolo bolo abar bolo.Ami bollam chudchhi tomake golap tomake chude chude khub sukh debo sona. O bollo ah ah ah dao dao dao tomal dao… Aro sukh dao amake…. Chodo amake chodo….. Isssssshhhhhhh aro jore jore chodo…. Chhire felo amar pussy…. Uuuhhhh. Ami bollam ha. Then, I held his cock with my palms and gave it a slow gently rub. The head was sticking out from the top of his black satin shorts.My tongue slowly flicked across the peeping pink head. The salty precum tasted delicious and I pushed it more into my welcoming lips. He also raised his buns to go more into the warm cave.I licked all around the knob and ridge on the underside. David kept saying, “More, more please”. My hands played with his tiny nipples and I sucked him. He took my fingers and. We slipped into robes and walked hand in hand to the kitchen island. Keith was sitting there having morning coffee. I went to him wrapping my arms around him as I kissed him deeply.I could tell he had showered as he didn't smell of last night's sex. I saw Carol just standing there. I smiled as I told her she may thank Keith also. Carol came to him and kissed him upon his cheek.”Thank you Keith for such a lovely night,” Carol said to him.I thought it strange she had kissed his cheek. I thought. It was a real education for him and he wondered if all women were like his mother on some level. Actually though he didn't care if all women loved sex; he only cared about his mother now. He loved the fact that she was just as anxious to participate in sex as he was. It seemed that both of their desires were growing by the day. He didn't know where it was all going but he loved the ride. Over the first several weeks, he and his mother established a ritual. During the day, they would try to.