" It was the first time I'd called my mother 'Baby.' I liked it and I held her and told her she was my girl. She gave a little laugh and said I was he... boy and then she said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just be for each other?" Well, a few minutes before she had said that she wanted Aunt Lila and me. I didn't think it was the time to point out the contradiction since she was moving on my cock and getting us both closer to coming. So I just said, "Yes mom, it sounds great, I love you.". Even through the material, I could see his hard cock bulging, as if it was straining to burst out. I gently massaged his hardness and he sighed deeply. The taxi driver's eyes flicked to the rear view mirror and I knew that he was watching us. Perhaps it was the alcohol making me braver than usual but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to show off. I raised my round butt from the seat and lifted my dress up to my waist. Max looked at me, shocked, but took advantage of the opportunity,. There would be no time for oil, it had to be acrylic, which made thing a little easier (but not a lot).Then she took a deep breath and realized that her inspiration just wasn´t there!She tried to sketch with a soft pencil. That trick worked sometimes, just doing some doodling, but then she had to laugh. Without really thinking, she realized that she had, in fact, been drawing one very large and very erect penis.She giggled. Crazy.A few quick lines added muscular thighs.“Paint is so expensive..”. I was breathing harder and I felt that my right nipple, the other one, had also become very hard now. I made little moaning, gasping sounds and kept my hands on Nikhil’s shoulders, pushing him away again, but realizing I had no real chance of getting him off of my nipple. My heart was beating wildly. I shook my head back and forth in frustration, in anguish, trying to clear my head, and grabbed the sides of his face, trying desperately to push it away. I had to escape this torment. It was my.