I carefully walked back out to my car. I eased carefully into my seat, noting an obvious but not painful or even uncomfortable fullness as I shifted m... weight to press the clutch and start the engine. I noticed something else, too – a familiar tingling and dampness between my legs, causing my underwear to cling to me in a not at all unpleasant way. I pulled my phone out and tapped out a quick note before I put the car in reverse to pull out of the parking space. -- Done. Fifty long minutes. Yeah, I know, the best defense is a good offense – but when you outclass your opponent in every way, it's never a fight, it's an execution ... as long as you play it your way.Having their best move slapped down with no apparent effort tended to fuck with their heads a bit, leaving them even less able to defend themselves.Besides, giving them something of a chance just seemed more sporting.Before I could reach him he swung around brandishing a small semi-automatic handgun. Part of my mind was. Haa to ab mai apni story shuru krta hu 3 month pehle ki baat hai mai our mera dost vikas apni hawas bujhane nagpur gaye the suna tha waha ganga jamuna is kaam ke liye famos hai hum dono waha karib sham 5 baje tak pahuche hum dono bahut khush the ki aaj humare tadapte lawde ko shaanti milegi lakin jab humne waha ki chinalo ko dekha to hume utna maja nhi aaya lakin phr b humne plan bana liya Ke inko chodna hai lakin kuch hi der me waha police ki red pad gayi to hum waha se jaise taise nikal liye. In the same pose. In the same place. And I massaged her, in the same way. And the day after that. And the day after that. Soon I was regularly massaging my mother’s back every day in the morning. And everyday I’d increase the sensuality of the massage. And everyday my mother would increase the intensity of her moan. And so did my poking of my dick on her ass.And I knew the day is not far when she would submit herself before her son to be fucked like his sex slave. I knew by now my mother too.