He was a mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother’s milk. �...�thanks, son. I don’t know what i would do without you.” he felt his mother’s breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek. Raja was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this just taken place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother really come? He didn’t have enough experience to judge such things. He had certainly. The owners worked as hard as the hired hands, and had an absolutely awesome set-up. Their house was an old cabin that had been added onto as the years passed, but for a bedroom, they had a double bed, set up on the top of a small hill, with four poles and a roof over it, and a fence to keep out the coyotes. Summer or winter, that was where Mr and Mrs Botticelli slept, and I thought that was just great. In these semi-arid conditions, there were few bothersome insects, and the smell of rain on. My lustful mind burned for her.I almost ran to my car at lunch.I drove to a local store that had a large parking lot where I chose a spot away from the main foot traffic and parked. The silence in the cabin was broken by the sound of me unbuckling my black leather belt and ripping open the fly of my jeans. I was already straining against the restrictions of clothing, and grabbing my underwear with the waistband of my jeans, I pulled them down about six inches.Freed at last! Finally, room to. "Bill, your father says you have been very quiet the whole trip. Are you feeling okay, Son?" Mom asked solicitously."Not the time, Mom!" I quickly replied as I closed the phone and turned it off as the silence in the car droned on.I pressed my remote to open my garage door as we pulled into my driveway. My dad and cousin quickly dug out my golf clubs and fishing equipment from the back of the Expedition. I grabbed my small suitcase. Everything was somewhat hastily placed on the garage floor..