When dad was out of station, I would sleep next to her. I was 18 when she told me to go and get her a beer. My dad used to drink a stronger variety. My mom used to drink a milder one. I went to the refrigerator and found that her beer had got over and only the stronger variety was left.
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Slowly and reluctantly, my mom disengaged my cock from her mouth and stretching forward, placed herself on top of me. Her big beautiful breasts, which fed me when I was a kid, were now pressing against my chest. Her cute face was placed against mine and her lips kissing mine. My big tool was between her thighs in a tight grip.
A few houses are also with one story. Roads were of tar roads. At the bus stop, she found a few vendors selling eatables and cool drinks. Previously there were bicycles, now she found two-wheelers. The host’s house also had two rooms and a bath on the first floor, which were given to Malini and Kalpana.
Zoya aunty had a voluptuous figure measuring 36-28-38. She was 40 and still had maintained a great sexually attractive figure. Zoya aunty and I shared a great bond because she had breastfed me when I was just born for a month since my mom had difficulty in producing milk in her breasts.
Although my dick was addicted to my Mausi’s pussy it wanted something new. I even tried to convince her to help me to fuck any other family member. But she used to become sad and always had a question in her mind, “Am I not enough for you?” She used to watch porn and do everything better to give me the utmost pleasure.
But here is a problem with boys (not all boys but definitely some immature boys) who treat girls as an object and not as a human being. Their fantasies are about satisfying themselves and not caring of their partners. To those boys, I would like to suggest that first of all learn to respect a girl/lady because this is what a girl wants first.
Actually, sex is something which requires new innovations otherwise it becomes boring. One must not be afraid of doing experiments in sex whether it is with different partners, with matured people, younger people, sex in wild.
I was staring at her for a few seconds then my aunt (mom’s sister) entered and started walking with her. Then I realized that she is my cousin whom I saw after 15-16 years. We liked each others’ company a lot in childhood and spent a lot of time chit chatting.
I could not complain to anyone as it was me who found her and insisted on marrying her against the desires of my family. I cursed my fate and moved on. I could not enjoy sex with her. Somehow we had a baby and I started loving my baby and tried to move on in life.
I could sense that she was enjoying every bit of whatever was happening, the music and the fingering, all the while telling me that she felt wonderful. It was dangerous to finger her and driving the car at the same time. So I pulled out my hands and started concentrating on my driving. she rested her head on my shoulder and kissing my hands in between.