As we lay there I squeezed my sphincter and released squeezed and released and he just whimpered as I clamped around his cock. I told him whenever he ...was ready I was ready to have him shoot. So I sat back up and started to rock again. This time his eyes focused on mine as he watched me rocking back and forth. With each forward pull on his cock I squeezed my hole tight around his cock and he just moaned and moaned. His breathing became rapid and I could tell he was close.He bucked up into me as. Me: sorry maaMom: sorry..Tumhe sharam nahi aayi..Chachi maa saman hoti hai..And tum ye sab (there was tremendous anger in her voice)Me: mummy sorry..Aage se kabhi nahi hoga..Aap bolo to main ghar se chala jaunga khi aur..But pls kisi ko mat bolna..Having told her that I was sorry and that if she wanted I would leave the house and go somewhere else to study/work did the trick. She shrudded me and told me not to show my face to her as I did not deserve to be her son and get out of the room.I did. Their family circumstances and family dynamic had changed which now meant that some daytimes could be free or me to go visit dress and either chill out, chat, drink tea or maybe some playtime if time allowed for such.And so I would drop round and always have on some sexy lingerie and stockings at least and Mistress would sit with me and always go for my breasts and nipples – she became adept at biting down on them hard, very hard and as I squirmed no yelling did I make. She seemed to always. It started out with innocent kisses on the cheek, followed by long hugs, and eventually inappropriate touching. I mean stroking my hair, grabbing my hand or arm, and even patting my behind sometimes. Donna giggled, must be fun. I giggled yes it was.Like all teen girls I used to wear short skirts. Dan was visiting one Friday for BBQ, my mom asked me to get canned tomatoes from the kitchen, I went in and climbed the kitchen ladder to get the cans when Dan walked in, I felt warmth of his eyes on.