As he turned to face her, his physical build was apparent. His chest was a wall of muscle, his strong face framed by his short dark hair, his slightly...pointy ears. Further down, her eyes became glued to his manhood. A large, thick phallus, veined and perfect, flaccid but still firm, surrounded by tight curly dark hair, testicles hanging low and large from his thick strong legs. Completely fatless, poised though standing upright. Ready.She stood, her slim body a vision in itself. She was unable. I held the object out in front of my shocked face, and realized it was a black flesh material dildo. It was about eight inches long and was full of fake veins. "What the fuck is this bullshit," I said out loud even though I was trying to be quiet. I noticed a knob on the bottom of the cock shaped dildo, so I assumed it vibrated too. I was too shocked to be turned on by the thought of this fake black cock ripping my white suburban mother's pussy. I was about to put the dick back in her draw but. While I was going I suddenly smelled something may happen and taken eggs there only and suddenly came to house through other door to peep in to the house. They both came inside house and locked the door. She was wearing saree with sleeveless bouse and saree below waist. Blouse was just below boobs and saree very low below navel and just above pussy. They just each other and mom asked himMom “yeno madth idde shopnalli (what r u doing in shop)”Shiva “yenu illa aunty nanu yenu madade (what I have. “No, wait. Come by the house. I’ll text you theaddress, you can just drop by before or after yourdinner, whatever works. It’s been how many years” hesaid in a low voice, staring into her eyes. At that point, they both knew she wouldn’t say no.“Ummm, well I’ll do my best. Just keep your phone withyou” she said with averted eyes and a crooked smile.“Okay. I’ll see you later then” he responded with aquick smile before turning and.