His prolonged silences and unresponsiveness toward her needs is nearly unbearable, worse is his lack of touching her. Yes, his belt has bitten into h...er hide, but nary a lover’s touch from him. He is spending his time slowly preparing her for his “possession” or “take over”. He plans to own her, in fact all of her, mind, body, even demanding her soul. She senses movement, but is unable to fully form details as he takes his position to the side of her, like her body was home plate. With all. He was debating his response for minutes when another text came through."If you're going to ignore me, at least turn off your read receipts." I don't know what to say to you, Mom," he replied swiftly.Nothing.As he waited for her response, he pulled up a mother-son video from his favorite porn site and pulled his hardening cock out of his pants.In true parent fashion, he received a response just as he was ready to get into the action on his screen. The response wasn't what he had in mind. It was. I did not have to be there to know how the rest would play out. She would keep him locked deep and tight as long as he had any firmness. She might hold him there for half an hour as she has the ability to absorb and pack away all of his semen. She is amazing as there is never more than a single drop of run out to escaping her. All the while kissing, sweet talking and encouraging him for a second go. Then she will roll over on her side, back into his chest, bring her knees up and rapidly fall. Her face as I knew form a few glimpse was slightly pimple scared but cute. Unlike most Indian woman who is short and plump she was tall with nice long legs; she had brownish black hair, nicely plucked brows and full lips.She did not hire any servants and did the entire house hold work herself. She used a small wooded stool almost as flat as floor to seat herself at the door of the balcony with running water from the tap she used to clean utensils and wash clothes. I just had to look down from.