She was relieved by my answer and hugged me.We were in the corner of our campus, and nobody noticed us. I got this soft feeling of her massive boobs o...n my chest. So naturally, I took a bit longer for the hug and gently tightened my grip for about 45 seconds or more. She definitely must have felt that but didn’t pull out. So that meant something.So once she had come to my home to ask some doubts. Luckily my parents were away. We were sitting on my cot doing group study. She was in an orange. My aunt was a very stern person .Slowly and surely I was becoming braver catching glimpses of her thigh now and then. It was a shimmering white in great contrast to the black underwear and a real forbidden zone for me. The following day I was really full of anticipation. My aunt came home and put the kettle on. She asked if I wanted a cup of tea and I replied yes please. I sat in the front room opposite her seat and read the TV times. She brought the tea in and settled down as usual. She then. "But it's dangerous. You could get yourself killed, or robbed or..."Anne said, looking into her son's eyes again. There was a real fearpresent in them. James knew the last word that she had left out withouther even saying it. Raped. That's what she thought. Too late Mom, hesilently cursed. It happened to me as a guy. This time I'm ready foranything they throw at me and I don't care if I do have to get alongwith a pussy."I think I can take care of myself mom." Are you sure? I think you should. He had buried himself deep in the wet, hot core between her soft white thighs and was now slowly moving inside her. It had been a long time since he had her in his bed and he was enjoying every second of her body writhing under him. Keeping himself positioned with one arm his other hand was stroking her velvet skin. His bronze fingers travelling the white skin of her breast. Red flashes caused by her arousal colouring her neck. Her pink pebbles now looking raw and red like wet raspberries.