“Fine then. Let me help you with it. So you don’t touch yourself or give yourself pleasure. Let me tell you a secret… When your bhaiyaa is away ...n trips, I do it regularly. If I don’t masturbate, I will just become tensed and irritable.”I just listened to her like a child.“Have you ever kissed a boy?”, she asked.“No bhabhi.”, I said innocently.She looked in my eyes and then at my lips. Without saying a word, I understood what she meant.“Bhabhi…. nooo..”, I squealed.“Noooo.. what? It’s normal.. After sucking me for a couple of minutes, mom let go of my prick and said, "Fuck my tits."Mom held up her boobs for me and wrapped them around my rock hard dick as I fucked in between the fleshy mounds. Man, this was tit-fucking heaven!After a few minutes of this I said, I don't want to cum like this, let's fuck now.Mom stood up and walked over to the bed.She got on her hands an knees facing away from the head end of the bed, so that her face was towards the mirrored cupboard wall. In this pose. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more". Before you can finish, I stop and move up to your face, kissing you. By now, you’re so desperate to finish that you grab me and roll me over so that you’re pressed up against me, missionary position. You kiss my neck and breasts, and suckle them the way you know I like. I twist my fingers in your hair and arch my back, wanting more. You bite and suck at my nipples, hard, alternating between them. I get so aroused that I start to rub myself, keeping up a steady pace. We can’t handle foreplay.