I could feel my cock aroused and touching my mom’s body.I hugged mom until she started to cry. I then pulled her back and held her by her shoulder, ...��Mom, stop crying. It’s ok. Come here.”I held her and started to walk to the bed. We both sat down on the bed, and we spoke. I tried to console mom while placing my hands on her cum covered thighs. I got up and started to undress until I stood before her naked.Me, “Does this make you feel better? I’m also naked now, so stop crying.”After about 10-15. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay, be his slave, be his lover, mother, elder sister, whatever he wants of you will be better than what awaits you back in India, if you even have a home there to go back to.”Anu gasps, never did she realized that after last night the last line, the last wall crumbled in her, making her heart and mind vulnerable and open for suggestions. And I was here to hold her, to comfort her and now. EIGHT AND A HALF INCHES OF JOY it proclaimed in bold, capital letters. Modelled on the porn star… and then a name I couldn’t pronounce. Real feel skin, realistic cock, eight and a half inches of insertable length read the next line. Seven-inch girth for that delicious full feeling, was the final proclamation. Displayed on the front of the box was a picture of a hugely thick, very hard and veiny cock - presumably Mr. Unpronounceable - about to be inserted into a smooth and wet-looking pussy. My mother asked aunty to cook the food for me also as i will be all alone and aunty readily agreed.It was 9 am, and aunties’ children were off to school. I came down and saw her preparing breakfast in kitchen. I suppose its the time i should describe her beauty. She was wearing a red saree and black backless blouse. Her hairs were loose falling to her hips. You can see the waist clearly, smooth as silk and white as milk. Her ass was round and firm and a little wider than normal, a striking.