It felt so good to be doing this. To be fucking my mother. I loved it, and apparently she loved the thought that she was being fucked by her son. We k...ept going. My hips moving steadily up and down, her hips moving with mine. I could hear her breathing and realizing that I was breathing hard, too. Again and again my boner moved purposefully in and out of her warm, wet vagina. We both knew exactly what we were doing, and it was perfectly fine with us. She started to breath even harder and faster,. “Now… suck it,” she said.I opened my mouth and latched on, swirling my tongue around her nipple, and then I sucked, a spray of thin, warm liquid shooting into my mouth. I let it flow over my tongue, savouring the taste of it – slightly sweet, fatty and very rich. I continued to suck at her tit, reaching up with my hand to massage the rest of her breast under my palm. My left hand found her other breast, and I began twisting her nipple between the pads of my fingers, pulling at it until I felt. Everything he said made perfect sense. His lips felt sosoft. The tequila was so anesthetizing."What do you say? Do you want our help?" Philip asked.I woke up in a clinic. I had bandages on my face, abdomen, and now a hugechest."What did you guys do to me?" I asked Philip when he came to take mehome."For you, Sofia. We did this for you as you asked us for our help,"Philip sharply told me."I did not want this!" You said you did, remember? The breast job was my idea, but the rest waswhat you asked. “Aaryan” my mom called me. I started to turn and walk back to her.Mom: Stay right there. You are going for a good cause and if you are taking a back step this may affect your interview.She handed over a cover to me.Me: (surprised) What is this?Mom: Priya loves pootharekulu( also known as paper sweet and are famous in Andhra Pradesh). Give it to ‘her’.Me: Okey. Bye.Mom: All the best!Railway station was fully crowded because of Krishna Pushkar. I got into my train and compartment is fully packed..