Why? Because punk rock, that’s why! Even the washed-out fifties rug bass strap only added injury to this blatant insult to the eyes and yet he pulle...d the stunt with his trademark knowing grin.He crouched to grab his PET water bottle he had re-filled with can-beer. “Only water bottles allowed on stage,” the club manager had said. Needless to mention, this had not prevented Ed to get his habitual piss-warm stage beer. No good punk shows were ever played sober.As he toasted to the audience, one. You enjoyed my dick inside your pussy.Mom: Yes, I like it, but it wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.I slowly moved my right hand inside her panty. I started rubbing her pussy and kissing all over her back while pressing her boobs with my left hand. I was doing these things from behind her.Me: if it’s wrong, why are you not stopping me right now, mom?Mom: Aah, I don’t know, son.I continuously pressing her boobs and rubbing her pussy while speaking to her. She started to moan.Me: You know, mom,. Mein ouski masculine beauty ko dekh sakta tha. Light hair ki dusting ouskay puray badan ko buht manly huseen bana rahi thi. Legs aur arms par bhi hair growth ousko sexy bana rahi thi. His legs were at a certain angle and his balls were fallen down, far down between his thighs and mein yaqeenna jealous ho raha tha kayounkeh meray tattay buht productive aur sizeful thay magar ouska size average se buht zayadah aur mujh se almost double tha. Meri nazrein wahan jum gaiee thein aur mein yeh andaza. Lady had worn slutty rich purple lipstick, not something I had imagined on my mom."What about her eye color though" I remarked out loud. Thought about that for a few as I went into the kitchen to clean up my stuff. "Contacts" I finally decided. Rather than potentially fuck things up in a royal way, I decided to test my theory in small ways. I went to bed, a plan quickly taking shape in my head.The next morning, I went down to the kitchen. Mom was sitting with a cup of coffee, reading the paper..