We both started a regular chat on WhatsApp. I use to send her lots of quite decent naughty jokes. Even she is enjoying that. I came to know this by he... replies. Soon we started talking on the phone too. We both became very close.She started sharing all her public and personal matters with me. And I started going to her house and spend more time there. I used to crack a lot of jokes, that too double meaning jokes. I used to touch her assets whenever I got a chance.This process continued for many. Ab hum tuiter ke ghar ke lift ke paas aa gaye aur ander ho gaye. Us ne buttons press kiye lift ke jahan use jana tha. Us lift ke bilkul dawaza kholte hi aik bada sa shisha hai. Anuradha ki tuitor ka flat 4 floor pe tha. Anuradha mirror ki taraf kar ke khadi thi. Main us ke bilkul peeche tha. Wo shirt aur pant pehne hue thee. Main ne use peeche se thoda haath lagaya. Phir us ki gardan par haath le gaya. Main ne us ke mamme khade hote dekhe. Use maza aane laga. Phir main us ke nazdeek gaya. Us ne. “Call me Roxanne. What do you want?” I remembered that Mom had told me how as a teenager she had always wanted red hair and to be named Roxanne. My desire lurched at this additional layer to our game. I let my hand off my cock and took steps so that it was right above her.“Well, Roxanne, I want you to suck it. Suck me till I cum.” Mom reached out and grabbed my cock as before. She started to stroke me.“Don’t you want to cum on me?” she asked coyly.“No, Roxie, I wanna fuck you and cum in you!”I. . a fraction of an inch at a time. It feels like every square millimeter of my penis is super-sensitive as it slides down the gripping channel of your vagina.”“You feel filled and fulfilled by your son’s thick long dick in your canal. The returning of his physical self reconnecting to where he came from, inside you; there to repeat the poppa act of inseminating momma. This approaching of your son’s impending orgasm and flooding you with his sperm is what really turns you on. It is naughty.