Kahin car phir se out of control ho jaaye ”mam mere haath hamesha ready rehten hain”maine apne haath steering se uthaa kar mam ki breast par rakh ...iye. Mai toh mam se daant (scolding) expect kar raha tha lekin mam ne kuchh na kahasumit mujhe kas ke pakdna..kahin brake maarne par mai steering mein na ghus jaaoon”yes ma..kas ke pakadta hoon”maine mam ke breast dabaa diye toh mam ke moohn se ah..ahh nikal gayee.sumit.mere khyal se aaj itna seekhna hi kafi hai.chalo ab ghar chalte hain”ok mam”mam. My name is Paul and I live across town in a two-bedroom apartment since I couldn't stay at home anymore while my mother pestered me about her not having grandkids. Mother was visiting today as she does every Friday. Today she was dressed in some tight jeans which molded perfectly around her soft ass and a designer t-shirt, which proudly showed off her round milk jugs. Her legs were crossed at the knee as she rocked her foot to-and-fro. She always took this pose when she was upset with me about. "Skye," he said again, "are you going with us or not?" Completely irritated that she was being interrupted yet again by her overbearing brother, she glared at him and retied her bikini top. Brushing past him she murmured "like I want to go anywhere with you, HA I have a reputation to uphold!" She knew this would set him off but she didn’t care. What was he going to do? Scream and yell and call her a stuck up bitch. She was surprised when his hand clamped down on her wrist, spinning her to him.. "Oh...I just remembered all of those guys blatantly staring at my tits back at the bar." She answered."Well, I think now seems like a good time." I thought to myself.I walked up to her, and didn't stop walking pushing her up against a wall.She looked me in the eyes and said "Ooo, I like this!"I brought my hand up to her neck getting a solid grip and in an angered tone said to her, "Oh do? Do you fucking this?" I tightened my grip around her neck, "You like to dress like a fucking slut, and.