.. "Mom?!" I said, grabbing her hand to stop her from going farther. Instinct had taken over, and even though I wanted her more than anything, she was...still my mother. Our eyes locked, mine with surprise and hers with the glow of motherly love. "What are you doing?" She took my hand and put it back by my side, then placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me."Relax honey. I took some medication that makes me lactate. Please don't feel uncomfortable; it's the most natural thing in the world,". Lasbo work to bahana tha tum sa bat karna ka asal me maiTumare sath tumari shadi ki bat karna chati ti .agar tum ha karo to mai batt tumare mami daddy sa karu larka handsome tha or rich tha maina ha kar di or kaha ki mami daddy sa batt karna ka kam tumare to is tara us na meri shadi ki batt chala di bat barna lagi hamri shadi fiz ho gai.phone pa bate hona lagi hamri mulkate be hui par us ko maine kis sa jayda kuch nahi karna diya akir meri suhagrat ka din be aha gaya muja ritu na mare bed room. Red rag to a bull was I up for it? Was I! Well need some lubrication I said Ill go and get something, just hold that position as I walked out the room towards the kitchen, Beckie doing as I had asked and keeping her ass in the air, still in the doggie position. I hadnt bothered to put anything on as Jazz was hiding in her room and no-one else would be home for hours. What could I use as a lube? I thought. The best I could think of was some Olive Oil from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen. The mere thought of all those cocks in me over the years makes me weak in the knees! So I guess in a manner of speaking that I’ve always been a “bug chaser” by default since I never use protection. However, I’ve been actively seeking those infected by HIV/AIDS for the last six years and to my utter surprise and disappointment, here I sit those six years later, I’ve had tons and tons of cock in me, and many of those claimed to be infected, but now here I am, six years well-fucked and still.