We didn’t like her anyway” she said pulling me into a hug. My face nestled into her ample bosom. “You deserve so much better”“Yeah” I nod....My eyes glued on her cleavage. The thoughts running through my head are not the ones a son should be having about his mother. “Thanks Mom” I say pulling myself away from her. “You going to be ok?” She asks looking me in the eyes.“I’ll be fine” I smile. “That’s my boy” Mom beams as she gets up and heads back upstairs. A few hours later of mindlessly watching. At the same time he ran his tongue all over her body as well. Heat and cold. No sooner would goose bumps rise from the cold than his tongue would come and warm the area, causing a whole new set of goose bumps to rise. He would tease her, running the ice and his tongue under the elastic of her panties. His tongue would lift them and strain for access to her moist, sensual centre. He tried everywhere, at the waist band, at the elastic on her groin, all to no avail. Eventually, he straddled her. As the guys undressed, Niharika started talking. “ I knew you made these guys lick me the first time itself”. So I asked her “How ?” Her reply surprised me, but not very much. She said “ I knew it wasn’t my imagination because I was smelling them, which turned me on even more” So I knew we had actually been caught the first time when the guys came in.. So, even more intrigued, I asked her when exactly she cam to know, and she said “ When on of them licked my nipple, my face was near his. I finger fuck you, in a slow, sensual rhythm. Your breath is light and so, so feminine. You push against me, desperate to have my fingers inside you, fucking you, loving you. I love the wet, liquid noises your pussy makes as I finger fuck you, here in this secret place.Your kissing has become passionate, needy. You fuck me with your tongue, explore me, love me. Kissing isn’t enough somehow, and we are frantic in the way we use our tongues on each other. I match the rhythm of my tongue.