Phir wo boli mujhe pyas lagi hai thanda pani ya fridge me se cold drink le aao. Maine kitchen me jakar fridgr me se coco cola ki bottle nikalkar glass...me dal diya. Achanak yad aya ki ghar me holi ki bachi hui bhang rakhi thee, maine wo bhang nikalkar colddrinks ke glass me miladi. Mai yahei mauka khoj raha tha. Maine bhang wali cold drink mom ko pine ko dedi . Bottle ki bachi cola maine pi. Mom se puchha ki cold drink kaise lagi, mom boli bahut thandi hai maza aa raha hai. Phir usi tash se. Not at all.”She wound her arms around his neck, resting her head against his chest and nuzzling his collarbone with her nose as he lifted her up, easy as anything. He’d held bolt guns that weighed more than the woman in his arms, carried comrades three times her size off the battlefield without breaking a sweat.He was rewarded for his strength by a relaxed coo from Roxy’s pink lips as she rubbed herself against him, pressing tiny kisses to his skin all the way to his room.“You smell good, Cas,”. She takes my shoes and goes to another room in an adjacent corridor. I stand in the hall and look around. To the left is a dining room with crystal chandelier and exclusive art on the walls. In the hall I can see paintings by Miró and Warhol.The boots clap loudly when she comes back. She does not have my shoes with her, but she does have a pair of sneakers."Put on these and I can try to wash yours," she commands. "They are my son's but they are freshly washed," she continues. She has taken off. “Oh, I will, will I? What makes you think I would suck your cock?”“Because you said you were kinky, Mom.”“I guess I did say that, didn’t I?” She squeezed his cock, watching his cock-head bulge. “But if I did, you know what that would make me! Don’t you?”“A cock-sucker,” he said, pushing at the back of her head, urging her down, wanting to feel his cock in her mouth. “It would make you a cock-sucker, Mom!”“You want a cock-sucker for a mother, darling?” she whispered, kissing his belly button..