Ron’s fantasy had completely taken over, and as he felt the familiar sensation of Hermione’s warm juices roll down his cock, he quickened his pace... in order to reach his ultimate goal as quick as possible. He gripped her ass tight as he began pummeling her sweet peach harder and faster, using Ginny like a fuck doll for his own selfish fantasy.By this time, Ginny was numb from the waist down in pleasure; she had her hands on her own breasts, massaging them, and was nearly drooling in. ‘This is the perfect time, no job, no responsibilities. If you don’t take a break when it’s handed to you, when will you?’ Ruefully, Sylvia smirked. ‘I suppose you’re right. I do have that severance check burning a hole in my pocket.’ ‘Great, come out. Just don’t bring any clothes that can’t stand up to cat hair.’ She laughed. ‘I know, I know, Jock and his kitty obsession. How are the kitties enjoying your new apartment?’ ‘Oh, they’re having the time of their lives.’ ‘Well, I’m going to sign. .. now you can. And if you’re worried about my not being experienced, Andre has been given me lots of advice. I know I can satisfy you, Mom.”“Oh, Honey, I’m sure you could. It’s just that mothers and sons aren’t supposed to...”“Love each other? Why not. We already love each other as mother and son. Who’s to say we can’t take it even further?”“But...”“Please, Mom. Give me this. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this. Just this one time. Then if you want, we go back to the way things. Whenever I heard both of them speaking I figured out that although the conversation was normal and plain but there was some kind of tension involved in the manner they spoke. May be it was sexual tension created as both had the feeling and desired to be loved and felt by each other but no one had the dare to take the 1st step forward.One day while my mother and Arvind were in the kitchen I heard them having conversation which was in Hindi however I shall translate and narrate the same in.