One fine night i was sleeping i just wake up with a noise i dint find dubey ji on the bed i knew exactly where i can find him i went to mumma’s room...i saw dubeji was holding my mumma from back side and he was kissing her neck from back his hand was on her waist mumma said please leave me dubey ji said why whats the problem don’t you like me she said i like but my son is here only he said ohh darling common he is sleeping and he is now a grown up child he knows that his mumma need to have sex. He wakes up swinging his arms as if he is protecting himself, he feels his body as if he was testing to see if he was still alive and the look in his eyes would be that of a person whom you may find in a mental institute. When he would have these moments i would grab hold of him and tell him he's OK it was just a dream until he calmed down. These are the moments when Jay is the most vulnerable. These events are the reason why he slept with his gun right beside him or under his pillow. Jay would. Then I pulled her to my chest and time stopped.We embraced and I did not know when clock went from 8 to 9.I could hear her fathers asking question to our teacher. I woke her up and wished her good night.The night I felt warm and sleepless. I had mild fever after embracing her.The next day was different. I could not hear teacher speak. I just looked her . She was sitting beside me , my hands were in her lap .On later days we kissed wildly. One day , I pressed her buttocks while kissing. She gave. Her hand was erratic on my prick but she kept up the speed. She reached down with her left hand and pulled on her clit as my fingers dipped dangerously close to doing damage to her hymen. When she pulled her hand from her clit she held her fingers up to my nose. The smell of her cunt did it. Her stroking produced six beautiful arcs of white semen arcing across the room. I stopped stroking her cunt and she hissed, "Don't stop touching me stud!" She signaled for me to turn so my cock was.