Seeing her like that sent my mind back in time to when I young and seeing mom like that. My self, like most men, had a thing for my mom and always fou...d her sexy. When I would see her wearing just a dress shirt I could not wait to run to my room and masturbate. Her large hard nipples pressing against the fabric, sometimes I got a glimpse of her beaver. Mom walked in barefoot and holding a cup of coffee with both hands wrapped around the cup. Her long blonde graying hair messed up and, yes, her. I am surprised and thought maybe he married a widow or divorced women of his age. I don’t care about it. I was in final year, so to do project am just have college weekly two days. I spend rest in my home, roaming and watching movies. One-day morning I went backyard where I used to brush, I saw a woman(girl) in early 20’s in saree, she has a busty figure and she is in brown colour (South Indian race). She is talking to my sister and they are laughing.Later I asked my sister, is she is ramesh’s. Back and forth she moved her head sucking, licking and kissing his fully erect cock. Noel had leant back against the shop door and was looking down and watching her as she masterfully pleasured his manhood. Her lips were soft but firm and her motion back and forth was just enough to keep him rock solid but not enough to make him explode. After several minutes of sucking his cock Stacey stood up and whispered in his ear that she wanted him to fuck her here and now. The shy timid girl had turned. It was painful, but it with the pain came a clarity that I never had since the day the Marine’s came to the door telling my mother that my father was dead. I cleaned up the mess and bandaged my arm. I took the two knives with me and put the Swiss Army knife back and made it look like I had never been in the room. I wore long sleeve shirts for the next two weeks to cover up the bandages. No one ever knew, but I did. I didn’t cut myself on purpose until about two months later. A kid in one of my.