He had read my diary, not only had he read my diary, he had read the one part he definitely should not have read. Sure I wrote that I wanted to kiss h...m, but he was not supposed to know that, no one was supposed to know that. “I’m sorry,” he said, not even bothering to look up at me as he made his way for his door. He quickly unlocked it and opened it back up, standing there looking into the hallway. “I am very sorry Allison.” I turned myself around and began to step out the door but. Wo apne aapko mirror me dekh sarma gayi. Mene use utha liya aor bed par le gaya. Use leta kar me uske upar hi chad gaya. Me use kiss karne laga. Mera ek haath shilpa ke boobs par rakh kar use dabane laga. Uske boobs itne bade the ki uski bra me sama nahi rahe the. Bad me mene uski bra ka hook khol kar Uske ek boob ko mere ek haath se dabane laga aor dusre boob ki nipple ko jor se chus ne laga. Uski nipples thodi der me lal ho gai. Shilpa ab garam ho gait hi. Wo siskiya bharne lagi thi.. " These sexy and nasty words coming out of my mother's mouth were such a turn on. Imagine my mom calling me a motherfucker. Boy, was I ever? Fucking my mother was the culmination of many nights jacking with her in mind before going to sleep. I never had a fantasy as good as the reality of actually fucking her in my car under a million stars.She started bucking her hips and slamming down on my lap with her tight, hot pussy and I totally lost it big time. Soon I heard the sound of her pussy. We would typically meet once a month depending on availability in his flat in SW London mainly on a Sunday morning to maintain discretion. My buddy was in his early 50's and at the time I was in my mid 20's. I felt from my end from the off this would be a good fit as someone older is typically more reliable. He was white British and I am British Indian background, this wasn't an issue and actually it was a turn on for both of us from an interracial and age aspect.After replying to his ad.