Sure, I had on more than one occasion admired the way she looked in some of the clothing she wore, and had indeed found my own mother attractive looki...ng. But I'd never found myself thinking about her, particularly when I pleasured myself, which I very often did. Maybe it was semi normal for boys, even young men to occasionally fantasize about their mothers or sisters, but not having any, I'd never really done that, the few times those type of thoughts had actually entered my head, even hinting. I asked wo nahi koi aur to wo bole ek hai lekin kahte dar lagta hai maine kaha nahi bataiye na.to bole I like you waise to mujhe achha laga lekin maine gusse ka dikhawa kya to wo ar gaye aur bole sorry phir bole ab soya jaye chalo apne room main jao par mera man to kuch aur tha mujhe laga ye jyada dar gaye to gabar ho jayegi so I said are uncle I was just joking tab wo normal hue.ab maine unko hint dena chaha aur tirhi nigahon se muskara kar ekha aurrapna haath badha kar kaha uncle kuch mere. My eyes were closed and I could feel the breeze on my hard nipples as he bent me over and lifted my dress up. As Tony spread my legs and pushed his fingers into my wetness, I heard moaning that didn’t sound like my man. Near a big holly tree in our front yard I could see the shape of two men standing in the shadows, I couldn’t see their faces but from the movement of their bodies I could tell they were both stroking their cocks.Tony knew they were there as well. He took great pleasure is. I thought maybe I could come to your house. I mean, that is, if you want me to," Sure, that would be great. Let me check, but maybe you could come over early and we could eat dinner before we need to go." I knew Mom would be happy to see a boy I like coming to dinner, but I figured that would be a good excuse to call tonight. I didn't have Bobby's phone number yet, but that could be easily taken care of. I didn't know it at the time, but calling Bobby would be the beginning of a nightmare, for.