"Just look at that mother." She pointed at my erection that was pointing up and out like the trunk of a tree. "It might be mainly a piss hard-on now, ...but just imagine it the same size and full of blood ready to give you the pleasure it gave me last night? Just imagine the pleasure you would get attempting to take all of that in your mouth and down your throat? I managed it eventually, and I'm sure you could too if you really tried." I'm not even going to think about such a disgusting idea,. ”“So what do you really want in a woman that I do not posess?” she enquired.“Eyes which never leave me, a vaginal passage which moistens instantly at my touch,” I ventured callously.“The touch being directly to the aforesaid vagina or should any touch suffice?” she asked.“The touch directly to the vagina obviously should encounter moistness,” I explained, “However a touch to the hand quite possibly should not.”“Then you need a whore sir, not a bride,” she declared.“How dashed perceptive of you. Her first real question was how I’d learned to speak Spanish so well. I told her the truth.“My grandmother was half Mexican, she raised me from the age of eight. When my mother died, she moved in with my father and me. She insisted I learn to speak Spanish and know our culture, just as she had with my father.”My story fascinated Juanita and before I departed the restaurant, I accepted her invitation to attend church with her family on Sunday. After church, I was going to have Sunday dinner with. As a result, my cock was resting between her ass cheeks.I was aroused and stunned by my mom’s gesture.Soon she went ahead and we started playing in the water.I splashed some on her she shouted,”Ahhhhh nahin ruk abhi tujhe batati hun”. She too started hurling water on me.My dad was gone by then he was searching for a cigarette.Only me my mom and sister were there.Soon a wave hit us. my mom lost balance and fell on me I too fell on the ground.Her massive tits were pressed on my chest ,her face.