One day I saw mom doing exercise to maintain her figure.She was bending a lot and showing her cleavage. She was wearing a tight pants, through which h...r camel toe was visible. I got away from there.Then came the bad day. I was reading a novel. Mom came wearing a sexy pink sari. She was wearing sleevless blouse.Her boobs were visible.I could see her deep navel.My dick was on rocks.She came near me.she asked me if i could help her in moving some heavy tools in garage. I followed her.While I was. . imagining sucking her cunt John? Can you imagine that? Imagine seeing me doing that? Licking her pussy? Seeing her as she's licking mine?"Her questions were rhetorical of course, she was simply spitting out her own decadent thoughts, so close to climax, the sound of her very wet, very juicy pussy testament to that. Her near slur of speech as she approached the point of no return, looking over at me, watching me as I just as wantonly sat there jerking myself off while I drove."Gonna come for. They all seemed to derive some measure of glee in guessing at his age and manner of death. Danny was convinced they were certain he could not hear their words or if he was able to hear them, he didn't understand their meaning because he was either a foreigner or a senior citizen unable to remember his daughter's name. It actually was a bit amusing to him because they were compensating for their lack of attention in a world that not quite adjusted to punk rocker females with attitudes.Obviously,. Do you want him to fuck you?” She nodded and begged be, “Oh yes! Please, just fuck me.” I began slowly gliding the head of my cock into her steamy folds, then halted for a moment. “Are you thinking of him?” She nodded. “I want you to keep thinking about it. I want you to think of that guy you always want to fuck but never do. I want you to imagine him inside you right now.” And with that I thrust my throbbing dick, balls deep inside her. Her moans that night were louder than I think I've ever.