I wanna feel your cock in my pussy.’ ‘Whadya say?’ I shake myself out of my fantasy. ‘Nothing. Did you find it?’ ‘Yeah, thanks for letting...me in.’ He heads for the door, but I call him back. He looks at me confused as I walk toward him. I can feel my tits sway with each step and I could see that he noticed also. When I reach him I pull his head down and capture his mouth. He groans and puts his hands on my ass. I flick my tongue against his lips as his fingers tickle my pussy. He pulls away. He was a tall slim boy, 165 pounds on a 6 foot frame. He was naturally dark skinned with native american heritage in his family and lacked body hair below his eyebrows. He lifter weights and with his lack of any body fat, every muscle in his skinny body was pronounced and outlined perfectly. One day he asked me to teach him martial arts. "I'm, pretty good at wrestling but i dont know anything else about fighting at all, so unless i can get them on the ground, i get my but kicked." I told him. The need which would have been easily explained, and would have been gradual and calibrated as the son grew to nineteen years, was now a raging lust for her own son. Her desires were now illicit but undeniable. The faster breath, the surge of slickness between her legs, and the aching of her nipples were for real.Equally real was the shamefulness of a mother wanting her son’s body? Was it lust? Was it ownership? As she pondered the conflict in her mind, she also noticed that it took hardly any. Aur lund ghuste hi bhabhi thoda chillai, 9 inch ka tha jo mera, fir dhire dhire me unhe chodne laga…Aur woh bhi gaand hila hila ke mera lund under le rahi thi … Bhahut maza aa raha tha dosto…Aise hi chodte chodte 20-25 min nikal gaye ab mera nikalne wala tha..To maine bhabhi se kha ki kaha nikalu ? Bhabhi boli under hi nikal do, fir me jor jor se dhakke dene laga aur saara maal bhabhi ki chut me daal diya….Dono pasine se pure bhig gaye the…Fir bas raste me ek stop pe ruki to humne thoda nasta.