Around her neck hung a chain supporting a pair of plain black-framed glasses, which she occasionally donned briefly and un-self-consciously whenever s...e needed to make out particularly difficult passages in the books she was researching.Whatever else could be said of her appearance, she certainly had fine legs and -- and here was the odd note in her appearance that attracted attention -- they were definitely on display under the table, her feet in glistening red high-heeled pumps first catching. Cum for me. You fucking spectacular, naughty, sexy, little bitch. Oh god, did I cum. My teeth dug into the soft wood of the pencil, threatening to break it with the force at which I clamped down. My body shook, as wave after wave of pure fucking delight spread through me. He lowered the vibrations, so that it was just a tiny pulse that matched that of my contracting walls. Good Girl. Slowly remove the egg and suck it clean. I found the string and gently pulled it from my body, feeling the. I released my grasp of her shirt and lowered my hand to cup her cunt…I closed my hand gently squeezing her mound. “I don’t like this covered either?” I paused momentarily…”and are you wearing panties?” “Ross….” I was sure there some sadness and regret in her when she whispered my name softly. “Disappointed.” I muttered as my hand reluctantly let go of the soft flesh between my mother’s legs…I turned and entered my room easing the door shut just as I heard dad came through the front door. As she was going to sleep I hold her by waist and told her,”aaj raat KO pump house me AA jaaana jab sab so jayen”.and I left. I was sure she would come. At around 11, the pump house door opened and I saw her in a tight sky blue saree and a tight fitting blouse revealing her hidden assets was wearing a lungi without any underwear inside. I went close to her and kissed her on her lips .she pushed me back and said “yeh kya kar rahe ho ,mai tumhari maa hoon”i said”abhi to main tujhe chodunga ek.