"Hold on." He said, putting his hand gently on hers, "What if the boy stays here with you. If you need to take a break, you can..." I have never neede... to take a damn break..." ... in damn near forty-five years. I know, I know but Candice, honey, humor me. 'Sides, if-n —" he stopped, looked at me, frowned and looked back at her, "— might make some sense to train someone as a backup."She glared at him. "I don't need help, damn you. Don't you have someone else feet to get under?" I ain't givin'. " I bring the panties up to my nose again to smell what's right in front of me. My other hand firmly strokes my veiny, thick dick. She stares at my bouncing balls, while I watch her work her clit and knead her tits. With parted lips and shallow breaths my mother's heavy lidded eyes watch me thrust into my hand. "Mommy likes seeing you work that big cock." She slips a finger into her pussy and moans. My balls tighten. "You like that? You like it when mommy fingers her pussy?" I nod, glazed eyes. Then she took off her saree and was in bra and petticoat only. She has nice figure and it was showing through her bra and petticoat quite prominently. I was rather stunned and didn’t say anything. Then she asked me if I also wanted to be comfortable. I could nit answer in disbelief. But she got up came near me and said ‘didi ab to hum sambandhi hein sharmana kaisa ‘ and literally started taking off my saree. I showed some initial resistance but later relented. Then after some time we continued. You only have to demand it. That's the power you hold on my flesh. You've no idea what it'slike to need a man so badly that it fills your everythought... your every prayer... every day... every night..."Her body arched and groaned and pleaded."Don't tease me, Charlie. I beg you."My fingers edged to her side and tickled her waist. "Youshould be punished," I whispered thoughtfully, my fingersgliding along her ribs. "Look at your dress, Naomi. It'simmodest, prurient and indecent."Naomi held her.