I don't really know where this story is headed,so share if you have any ideas. Would you rather have shorter or longerstories, and more or less plot....AY 2Paul was still straddling me, his dick slightly limp and dripping thelast of his cum. A drop of thickening semen fell off the tip and landedabove my mouth. I laid there not knowing what to say or do, whilefeeling his semen and my tears slowly start drying on my face. The tasteof his load was still on my tongue and I felt one of his pewbs. I felt his cock throb, and knew he was going to cum. My mouth filled with warm hot cum as he let go in my mouth. I rolled the thick, viscous goo over my tongue and then swallowed it.After that, when I met him in the afternoon, sometimes I brought some of my moms panties. He liked sniffing them, and I would suck his cock. I got better and better at it with practice.Then, one weekend, my mom was going to be out of town, and I was going to be alone. I was bummed as I liked our garage meetings. I. I didn’t like it. I was getting more and angrier. Every time that old fart would touch her arm or her shoulder, he would look at me and smile. All I wanted to do was to punch in his face. But I couldn’t. My mother wasn’t saying anything so neither could I. Once the blouse was ready he told her to try it out.“Fine. I’ll just come,” said my amma as she took the blouse and started walking to the bathroom. He stopped her, “Wear it in front of me,” he said. He wanted to see the fitting while she. Without giving a second thought, she agreed. We reach my place, I helped her park her car.Without making any noise, I opened the door of my flat so that no one comes to know that I’m entering with a girl. I told Sophia to wait inside, I’ll bring glasses. I poured vodka in glasses and we started drinking. We both were high after 2 pegs but we continued to drink. Without hesitating, she said, “Tu mujhe shaadi main itna kyun dekh raha tha?”. Dekhne wali cheez ko dekhta nai to kya karta, I said.