We began talking and getting to know each other. Whilst I had no sexual attraction towards him at that age I really wanted to kiss him. I had never ki...sed a man at this age and I used to imagine kissing him. This time nothing happen and he went back to India. We kept in touch via text and now whatsapp. We used to message and email and he told me he liked me and that he wanted to touch me but was scared. I also confirmed the same. We agreed next time we meet we will make it happen.I then when to. We talked for a long time and we walked back over to her car. She was standing very closely to me and gave me a hug and thanked me for the help that I had given to her. We hugged each other and that’s where she crossed the line. She kissed me passionately on my lips up against her car. I had never experienced anything like that before. The feelings that I was experiencing were new. I felt alive even though I knew it was sinful.We got into her car and she drove to a less conspicuous spot. She. Or at least that’s what I thought. I was just about to be proven wrong. Again. I felt like a Peeping Tom as she closed the door behind her and slowly unbuttoned her nightie until she wore nothing but a smile and perhaps a touch of lipstick. My gaze didn’t quite reach her eyes, getting stuck about chest height. She had nice tits, if a bit small for my taste. Really nice tits, and perky too. In fact, I think I even said it out loud as I stood there, my prick tenting my boxers, my pants clenched. I sat on the bed with an erection ready to burst, watching my mother play with her self and listening to the sound of the video, the granny making sounds of being well fucked by her pink vibrator.My mother came to the bed pulling my tee shirt over my head, her nipples hard, willing to be sucked. I couldn’t hold back and took one in my mouth and she pulls my head in to her bosom while I grab hold of her bum.After some time she pulled her tits away from my face and sank to her knees, pulling at.