Venkatane babayi okka kshanam artham kaledu therukoni neeku kuttha baaga zilaga undaa enty annadu ameto.Avnu zilagaa undi mee abbayi modda lona pedith...e zilaantha pothundi annadhi .Nuvvu kuda ela denguthado chudocchu ani maa babyini aasapettindi.Kaani isthmalendane bayatiki vachi naakosamm bayalu deradu,kaani nenu akkade undatamtho naa vaipu chusi era naapellam kuttha antha baguntunda ano adigadu nenu ami samadanam cheppaledu,ayaina ventane naacheyyi pattukuni maa pinni daggarulku thisukelli. "My mouth went dry as I looked at the front row and saw that my mother was sitting there, gazing up at me with a puzzled look on her face, as though to ask, "Where are you going with this?" Well I was knee deep in it already, so I might as well continue. At least I was getting a few chuckles from my phony accent. That was the response that I had hoped for. So what the hell, I thought, I'll ham it up even more by resorting to 'over the top' theatrics.I began raising my arms and occasionally. Also unlike some of my other friends’ mom, my mother doesn’t worry much about her privacy. Once I came back from college along with one of my friend (a boy) (my brother was at our mam’s house) and mom was taking bath and the door was locked from inside. When I called her she came to open the door (our house was at the 3rd floor so outsiders can’t see inside our house) in just a petticoat wrapped around her breast. Her nipples were visible as the petticoat was wet but she didn’t make a fuss and. I now had her where I wanted her, she was rocking up and down onto my finger deep in her arse and I was massaging her internally feeling all of the tight arse muscles gripping and trying to wank herself to an arse orgasm, I thought OK let’s see how you do with 3 fingers so I pushed a second and third finger into her arse opening which was fully stretched by now but the little cunt took them all in and even pushed back onto me, she was rocking and moaning as I whispered ‘go on you dirty little.