..???”my Mom then said to me and asked me.“Don’t you trust me,Mommy...???”I then asked my Mom.“Of course I trust you Honey,but I don't see t...he point of this,Honey...!!!”my Mom then said again to me.“I really don’t know it myself,Mommy...I just want to see them,Mommy...!!!Please,Mommy...???”I then said back again to my Mom.My Mom just stood there for a couple of seconds that seemed to me like centuries before my Mom slowly turned around.My Mom just stood there very embarrassed with her hands on. The angle of penetration had changed and with her standing on the ground she had more purchase. When she grabbed my side, I thought she just wanted stability. But instead she held me in place as she slowly withdrew the dildo until she could see the head of the dildo straining against my anus. She held me right there. Then she pushed in and pulled me back, this time going all the way in. I was not expecting that, nor was I expecting the extra 10 centimetres of penetration. My eyes rolled into. I gulped, not knowing what to say."I thought you were, too," he added casually. "I've been watching you fora month now. You keep looking at me in class. I figured you wereinterested."My silence betrayed me."Hey," he grinned, trying to cut the tension. "Wanna come over and watchsome TV? Nobody's home."A million things raced through my mind at once. I was supposed to be homeby ten. It was already nine. Maybe I could call my mom. Maybe I couldsay I was going out after the dance. Maybe...."Hello?". I told her i had none. Suddenly she turned to me and kissed me. I was 19 at that time. I still remember those warm lips. Softly touching mine. My heart pounded. She gently sucked my lower lip lightly biting it at times. I could notice my tool getting hard. It was rock hard. She put her hands on my face and passed them through my hair. I put my hands around her and we stood up hugging each other. She was wearing a saree and so i passed my hand slowly under the saree onto her blouse. She was.