My mom applied soap all over herself and offered to do it for me. I grabbed the soap from her hand and pulled her toward me. I kissed her again and sh... was moaning my name. She then bent down and held my cock in her hands and started stroking it. It was the best feeling ever!Her soft hands and gentle stroking of my cock gave me glimpses of heaven. She increased the pace and I came all over her wet body. We then took a bath and she went towards the kitchen.She worked in the kitchen while I kept. On her forehead she always wore a large vermilion bindi. The evening shadows were growing long and the chill had intensified. Sulochana who till then was missing, came in, and bowing to swamiji said “o guphabhi thayarhai baba”. “come now with me “ swamiji said and led me into another smaller cave, where a fire was roaring, and the floor spread out with mats and durries. “sleep here for the night” he said and left, asking sulochana to keep me company.We were now alone. She was standing shyly in. My name is Jack – well, it's not, but that is what I use for these accounts, my real name is a bit too uncommon to give me the comfort of anonymity if I were to use it. I was nineteen, two months into my second year of university in Birmingham (the UK one, if you haven't guessed from my British idiosyncrasies). I was (and still am) about 5ft 10 or 178cm tall, and skinny.I have light brown hair that goes curly when it gets longer than a couple of inches. It actually looks better then, but I was. Those are very important to me.”She shook her head and in an effort to make sense of something that seemed completely impossible, she said, “Of course. Yes, the rest of the house. I will show you the Master bedroom suite. It really is beautiful.” I laughed and told her to lead on as we went back inside and toward the front door. She was continuing on about the house and its amenities, not looking back at me or acknowledging anything of what had just happened and I was beginning to think I.