The hair was trimmed. I went near her pussy and smelled it. It had the aroma of sweet. I cleaned my lips and kissed her pussy. My mom let out a cute m...an, “Yes… Aaa”. I kissed harder with a ‘pichuk’ sound. “Mmmm” another moan came from her mouth.I parted her pussy lips and slid my middle finger in. “Oh yes, Suresh.. Finger-fuck me”. My mother was literally cumming by the time I had just started fucking her pussy with my fingers. Her precum had started to ooze out and drip down through her. "Touch it," she whispered, "but be gentle. It's a bit worn."My God, she was sloppy. To me it felt as if her cunt was emanating heat. And yes, I could not think of it as a 'pussy', it certainly felt like a worn out cunt. She was wet on her thighs, her cunt and her sparse hair, and when I slipped a finger into her I was met with absolutely no resistance."Do you want me to shower now, or should I stay like this until we can go to bed?" Don't shower, for Heaven's sake. Where are your panties?". Han dekh kete bada helani kipari phan phan karuchhi naali thipi ta kipari chakakuchhi chusuchhi dekha (kahi bhauja chusibare laagile je bunu jaai Sarga re pahanchi gala Jivh ku kamudi dhari aakhi mudipakeila aau antaku tike tike halaau thae aau bhauja aahuri jor jor jivh andhali andali chusuthantiBunu: Bhauja eta kana karuchha mote ta kemiti kemiti laaguchhiBhauja: Are,mote ta khub bhala laaguchhi Tike apekshya kara dekhiba kana heuchhiBunu: Tumaku ta rasagola khaila pari laaguthibaBhauja: Tume. ”“You were burned by assumptions with your girlfriend here.”“Exactly. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”“Well, as I said earlier, we aren’t a couple and I don’t own you or control you. I mean, I wouldn’t if we were a couple, but you know what I mean, right?”“I do.”“I suppose it depends what you’re looking for and what you want from me. And what you’re willing to offer. We both have to agree on the same set of rules or it’s going to end miserably. I like hanging out with you and if.