I feel it pulsing beneath my finger, begging for more if you will. I reach down further now, and pull and massage my aching balls. The smoothness of t...em is another turn on (yes…I shave). I squeeze them gently, knowing that I am getting ever so much closer. A few minutes of that and I am back to my cock. This time I take my whole hand and push then pull on it. I look down at it and laugh to myself, as my throbbing prick just oozes with pre-come. Again, I use it as a natural lubrication. This. "What in blazing hell was that? Why was she crying?" I yelled impulsively shoving her hand away, "Tell me, mother! Or shall I call you Hazel now?"That snapped a nerve. She slapped my right in the face, the sound of which echoed throughout the room. "I am still your mother!" She cried, "You should treat me like one!" I was filling with infinite anger and rage. I could feel my other self slowly taking over. I growled in the direction of my mother much like before, emitting a force which sent her. Once I got vacation from college. So I decided to visit my aunt’s house. When I reached there they welcomed me with much joy and started to give more care for me. My grandmother took all my dirty clothes and washed. My aunt started to prepare non-veg dishes and also some special homemade snacks. We all ate well and at night we talked about many family memoirs for more than two hours and left for sleeping.Before going my cousin suggest visiting water theme park as the next day was leave for her. “Uh sure, where's Rita and Chris?”“They're outside on the porch talking,” she said with that tone again.She grabbed my hand and led me to the game room. When she shut the door she pushed me against the wall and pushed her soft lips into mine. I could taste the strawberry lip gloss as she moaned into my mouth kissing every part of my lips with hers. I put my hands on her hips as she ran her hands over my chest and moaned even more into my mouth. She finally broke the kiss with three juicy pecks.