Few days I was afraid and my mom also didn’t talk to me but after sometimes things started getting normal again. I swore never to touch or even thin... about my mom sexually ever. Time flew by and I had no more success with sex with anyone for much time.One day I was sitting in my room on the chair and reading something when suddenly my sister Gudia came running in and sat on the table opposite to the chair. She had a book in her hand and she asked me to explain and make her understand some topic. I leaned my head in keeping my hand closer to the base of his shaft and I stuck my tongue out to lick his cock head to see how it would taste. As my tongue touched his slit, I lapped up some of his dripping precum to get a taste of that too. My tongue got its first taste of a man's pre cum, and I thought it would taste sour like peee, but instead it tasted kinda sweet so I didn't mind lapping it all up, passing my wet tongue over his leaking slit. The man moaned as he felt my wet tongue lapping. I want to take my time with you, enjoy you and leave you begging. Strong hands caress thighs as hungry lips edge their way towards your aching womanly flower. Your scent intoxicates me. An aroma that I have smelt so many times before yet can never get enough of. Your scent merely fuels the desire that burns within me, coursing through my veins, keeping me alive. The warmth of my breath passes across your delicious wetness, each playful pass stirring the simmering anticipation that lurks. I would shed myself of everything for one more chance with you. A part of me wants to smack me for feeling this way. I linger over the sensation that I can still trust you with my whole being, and the sensation that it is the right thing to do. I am living a lie. Everyday that goes by, I know that I have only hastily tried to patch my world together and keep moving forward, but that I am carrying a flame for someone else. Even if you are secretly laughing at me, I’ve been warned before that I.