.Meanwhile mum and dad had gotten divorced and as mummoved away to live with her new boyfriend and my dad had no time to takecare of a teenage son bec...use of him working abroad most of thetime(well, that was what i was told at the time but i much later foundout that he had actually been commited to a psychiatric hospital afterhaving had a strange shady affair with Madge herself), it had beenagreed that i would move in with mrs. Dubois, who was seen as a pillarof the local community, on a. He holds me close to him as the last of the euphoric orgasmic delight leaves me and he holds me tenderly kissing my cheek until I can regain my senses. My release stirs him and he pushes my body forward, my hands on the dresser, my arms holding me up, my hips against his with my juices soaking his erection. He slide into me like it belonged there and I brace myself against the dresser, me watching him in the mirror as he bucks me pushing in, retreating, then penetrating me again deeper, his. By that time it was dark except for small torch lights showing him the way inside. Inside the hut smelled of multiple flowers and coconut oil. It took him a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they did he almost gasped. He saw his mother standing near the bed. She was topless but had on a pair of tight panties, showing the indentation of her pussy lips."Glad you made it back," she said looking at his already hard penis. She held two coconut halves in her hand with some type of liquid in them.. The man was murmuring in his sleep. She didn’t recognise the language but she knew quite clearly that he was calling for his mother. She nodded to herself. That was as it should be. In extremity a man would always turn back to the one who bore him. It was as if they sought the safety of the womb. She understood this, she, whose womb was barren. Time passed. She grew drowsy in the warmth of the hut and forced herself to stir. She heated some soup and trickled some of the warm, thick liquid into.