The sheets are pulled back to reveal his naked body. My eyes move straight to his cock, which he’s stroking, slowly. Invitingly. Temptingly.“Havin... fun?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.“Always,” he replies, not missing a beat. “But you’re welcome to join in.”I place the breakfast items on the bedside table nearest to me and sit down on the edge of the bed.“I’d rather watch you for now,” I tell him, my eyes transfixed on his hand and what it’s wrapped around.He continues for a moment and then,. It is very tight, and I can see her pink lips. My mom was sitting casually without any worries about her body exposed to me.She was only concentrating on ritual. She was even not watching me. She was holding a matchbox and an oil bottle. So she was unable to cover her body. My dick became completely erected, and I am closing it with both of my hands.My mom poured some oil in front of the woods and lit the fire with the matchbox. She gave me the oil bottle and asked me to keep it on by putting. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her right nipple in my mouth. I eagerly took her nipple between my lips and started pressing it. But milk was not coming. swarna laughed and said “Poor boy, Here, take more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it. Then you will get milk.” I did as she told me, and her sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. She drew me closer to her and hugged me. After few minutes, when milk stopped coming from her right breast, she asked me to take her left breast. He nodded meekly and she shifted herself a little more, almost pressing herself against the wall as her cock loomed over him. His inhibitions long since gone, leaving only a desire to explore and please he leaned up on his elbow, one hand reaching out to hook over her thick shaft, tugging it down slightly to bring the tip towards his lips.He hesitated for a moment, not out of anxiety or nerves, but simply so he could admire it, take in its sheer size. He could feel the heat of her cock.