Matt had seen photos of ‘older women’ on porn sites, but none had boobs like Judy Morris. Hers were perfect. Her lovely round globes, heavy and sw...ying, yet just retaining a character of their own and a stubborn resistance to gravity. Her nipples were large, pink and stiff with a sprinkle of goose bumps around her areolae. Judy climbed on the bed and inched towards him. Matt’s cock was like a radio aerial, standing to attention, as he attempted to comprehend the sheer sexual presence of his. Your mouth is too fucking good to not use till I come. I will put your dildo inside you though". He picked up the dildo that I had bought last week, but never used. I had bought it in a reckless moment. Eight inches long, it was shaped like a love god's manhood and I immediately wanted it. Now I was not so sure. Having daddy inside me was one thing. But I had no choice, no word in this. I felt the hard rubber push at my cheeks and then come to the entrance to my little rosebud. It did not stop. Swathes of fabric. Plastic bottles. Goodness only knew how Charlie had managed to pile up so many boxes so close to the door. And if there was a bed in the room it was buried beneath dozens more. Matt stopped laughing and crouched beside her. ‘Lissy?’ ‘My name is Melissa,’ she whispered with all the dignity she could muster. ‘Thank God. For a moment there I thought you were seriously hurt.’ He eased her up, propping her against the doorjamb before turning around to view the carnage for himself.. He was sitting and talking with my mom. As usual, my mom raised her arm showing her assets. He was watching directly at my mom’s navel and I was shocked that my mom didn’t say anything. She asked me to go to my room. I went to my room and I was watching a movie and after two hours, I came out, the guy was not there and My mom was in her room taking rest.In my eleventh grade, the bullies in my class used to talk about “Kai adikathu”(masturbation in tamil). I never even know what does that mean..