. I hate barbecue flavoring ... took a swig of my Orange Crush ... the best orange pop ... and tried again.I mumbled through the chips, “I want to t...alk to you about sex.”“What do you want to know?” Funny, he understood me perfectly. I didn’t understand what I had said, but Chuck did.Chuck was immediately coated with chips and orange soda. Passing through the nostrils at high speed, those little bitty chip fragments hurt.And they are sharp. Chuck used half a roll of toilet paper controlling the. I pull the covers back over my head in an attempt to find shelter from the pain and responsibility outside my door. My foot will not even touch the cold wooden floor, for fear that the creaking of old wooden boards would be the apparition of you as you walked nakedly, on tip toes across my room. My mind is tortured by the thoughts I have. The things I would whisper into your ear in the choicest of moments. The look on your face as you let your body give way to the convulsing throes of climax.. The blouse was tucked into the belt of the skirt tightly, so that her curves were on display. Further down, mothers full shapely calves were encased in white sheer nylons.All in all - the dress code that I had come to expect from my parent yet one that I had never really looked upon before this moment.Mother had been watching me looking at her, and was bitting the bottom of her lip while still standing at attention. I also noticed, for the first time, that her hardened nipples were pressing. I thought this was the perfect time. So I used that special moment. I locked hall door and I looked her with sexy look. She is very sexy at the moment. Imagine she stand with wet saree and her navel was showing clearly and her boob was very big.I kissed her head first and chin and shoulder and she gave me a huge hug. I lifted her and went to the bedroom without saying anything. I locked bedroom and pushed her in the bed. She was like sexy angel. I touched slowly her foots, legs, thighs and.