I walked in a couple of minutes later, stood barely a foot away from her, and looked her in the eye. As she looked at me, confused, I slapped her acro...ss the face. She looked at me in shock.“You thought you can bribe your way out of this?”“What?”“Whatever this is, it is all to avenge every insult, every bit of humiliation, and neglect that you subjected me to. You’re not getting out of this easy.”“Look, Krish, I’m sorry.”I slapped her again. There was silence.“Strip.”“What?”I reached for her. It was her pussy. The scent of her arousal.“Damn, you smell good, Mom,” I moaned as she hefted her tits.“Enjoy, Troy,” she moaned as she cupped her breasts like she was... bringing them to her mouth.I groaned as she sucked on a cum-stained nipple, nursing on herself. My hand shot forward, inspired by the sight. I hooked her panties and ripped them down her body. I exposed my mother's bush soaked by her pussy. Her labia peeked through her dark strands, looking engorged. She was in need of being. I peel your jeans from you after unbuttoning them, and I pull them down your thighs, taking your boxers with them. My mouth is already waiting, and as my hands free you, I suck your tip straight into my mouth, my tongue licking along your shaft. You moan sharply, telling me how good that feels. My hand holds and fondles your balls as more of your shaft disappears between my lips, my cheeks sucking in at the effort. I feel your fingers run through my hair as I take you. I swirl my tongue over. I've been playing in bands since I was f******n. I have played in a lot of rock bands and R&B bands. I'm one of the best percussionists in California, man or woman. That pays the rent, but it's not so interesting to me now. I'm getting more interested in traditional Indian music. Ravi Shankar? Ala Raka? Have you heard of them? Al plays piano and organ, and we are doing different stuff now, experimental stuff, I guess you would call it. Have you ever heard of John Cage? Steve Reich? Morton.