भाग ३ हनीमून के दौरान हमने मसूरी में खूब मजे किये। जावेद तो बस हर वक्त अपना हथियार खड़ा ही रखता था। सलमान अक्सर मुझसे मिलने के लिये एकाँत की खोज में रहते थे जिससे मेरे साथ बदमाशी कर सकें लेकिन मैं अक्सर उनकी चालों को समझ के अपना पहले से ही बचाव कर लेती … Read more
“I can’t help it,” she explained in response to my discovery. “I’ve missed you terribly.” “I missed you too, Mom,” I croaked. “Cover my mouth if I forget myself,” she whispered. “Ok.” I rubbed my cockhead up and down between Mom’s cheeks, then pushed it underneath … Read more
Mom started doing her puzzle again and I continued waving my pole around. The silly feeling intensified but I kept waving it around. I didn’t know what else to do. I had almost decided to put it away and ask if she’d like some tea to get back in her good books when Mom cast … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 8 I couldn’t wait until the next day. I knew Mom wouldn’t wear her bikini with others nearby but I wanted to get back in the canoe to watch her anyway. I was intrigued by the play of light across her face from our communal campfire. I knew that Mom … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 6 I don’t know why she seemed surprised and struggled when she felt my cock entering her slippery hole. She must have known I couldn’t settle for just my finger, that I would fuck her despite the danger and the total absence of any defense should my father awaken. But … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 5 “Oh, I completely forgot. Marge called,” she explained. “The girls wanted to go to this new show and, well, you know.” Mom regarded me with that apologetic look that women sometimes use, knowing you can’t must forgive them for whatever transgression was involved, real or not. … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 4 I was rewarded with a big smile. “Ok. That’s so sweet of you.” Mom adjusted her position on the seat, with a pleased wiggle as I began pulling the brush slowly and gently through her reddy brown hair. I brushed Mom’s hair for … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 8 I couldn’t wait until the next day. I knew Mom wouldn’t wear her bikini with others nearby but I wanted to get back in the canoe to watch her anyway. I was intrigued by the play of light across her face from our communal campfire. I knew that Mom … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 6 I don’t know why she seemed surprised and struggled when she felt my cock entering her slippery hole. She must have known I couldn’t settle for just my finger, that I would fuck her despite the danger and the total absence of any defense should my father awaken. But … Read more
The Mother Memories Chapter 5 “Oh, I completely forgot. Marge called,” she explained. “The girls wanted to go to this new show and, well, you know.” Mom regarded me with that apologetic look that women sometimes use, knowing you can’t must forgive them for whatever transgression was involved, real or not. … Read more