We were talking less this time and her place was walking distance from there so we were just walking very close and our hands were brushing against ea...h other’s. I held her by her waist and she snuggled into me while walking.I kissed her forehead and my lights banged against my own head while doing so. She laughed so hard at that while I was struggling between pain and humor. She was looking very cute while laughing so I stopped her and said “we need to talk”. She went “pffft” and rolled her. There will be no shame or guilt in what we do. Now it is time to confess, son, why do you worship your mommy?”“Because you are beautiful, because you are strong, because without you I am nothing,” he whispered.“Then worship me baby, worship Mommy’s yoni.”Turning to face me on his knees, my son began to pray.“Holy Mommy’s pussy, I worship you with adoration, I worship you in awe. I worship you with thanksgiving that I am found worthy to…”“Enough talking, baby, just start licking!”Grabbing him. Fir mne usse thodi der idhar udhar ki bat ki or mne kha ki subh jab m bhabi ke sath sex kr rha tha to tu window p kya kr rhai thi …wo shock ho gayi or khene lagi kit u ye kya khe rha h …mne kha ki kmini tujhe dekh liya tha….Fir wo bolne lagi ki yr plz kisiko mat batana m bhi nhai bataungi….Mne kha wo to tu uhh bhi nhai btane wali thi…wo boli matlb kya h tera….Mne kha teri shkl p dikh rha tha kit u kitni sex ki bhuki h…Fir mne usko pass liya or uske mu ko padak k eek jordar kiss kr diya phele wo. She was sitting with her hands folded in her lap like most girls did at our school, the uniform was what you would expect at some British catholic high-school, not that I think any of the guys minded. While we wore suit like outfits the girl had to don plaid skirts, knee high socks and white cotton tops that help you imagination run wild. During the summer they were allowed to wear shorter skirts to help deal with the heat, but less fabric meant that they had to keep their hands in their laps.