My mom taught us English.Now let me describe my mom. She is a Bengali beauty. Mom is not too fair, she is dusky in color and she has beautiful feature... and figure. She has a figure any guy could easily masturbate on. Her figure is 34-30-38 with huge round ass and sexy and hot breasts with right the amount of flesh.Until class 12th, all boys in my class including me knew very well about sex, porn and masturbation and we used to talk dirty about girls and female teachers. I knew my friends used. As his concentration slipped I felt his grip on my hips tighten and his fingernails dig into my skin. I barely noticed it, I barely noticed anything other than the feeling that was welding up inside of me. Daniel pulled himself out of me just as I was sure I was going to cum. He knew this and had done so on purpose. “Humans are so easily pushed to their limits.” He commented with a smile as he moved his hand up the length of his erect shaft. “Come here.” I sat up and, without farther. “Si, Popi, I am sorry.” She said.“I’m not mad, no reason to say you are sorry,” I replied. “I just want us both feeling good later. Earlier was just a warm up.” Anita’s eyes grew large, and then she blushed and hid her face. The meatloaf was done and plantains were just finishing, I popped open a couple Bananita sodas and took the food to the table. We were like school kids through dinner, laughing and teasing each other. We fed each other, kissed and made faces. I felt like a teenager again.. I did decide to approach the subject through the back door, as it were. I waited until she and I were the only ones home before I said anything. “Mom, I wonder if I have been watching too much TV. I was really bothered by the reports on the TV news about the serial killer and those people being partially eaten. What do you think?”“Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about. When did this happen?”“In both cases, it was when I had my last two really bad migraines and took the new pain.