Upstairs, in her room, she first pushed a button to start a tape and then pointed to the open door, explaining that it was expected. I followed her le...ad, removed my shoes and took my place on her bed. We lay on our sides, facing each other."Pretend there's a wall of glass between us," she said, placing her open hand on the imaginary glass."How thick is the glass?" I asked, wanting to know how much distance to leave between our hands."It's very thin," she whispered as her fingers barely touched. The following story is completely a fiction and is about Love between mom and son, which are staged in rural Bengaluru of Karnataka. I hope you will like it and please do send your feedbacks to My dad was retired, but he dedicated his leisure time in Kannada Literature. So whenever there was any cultural meet in Karnataka, my dad used to be there. My mom, Malathi was a typical South Indian woman. She used to wear only sari, occasionally nighties at home. I and Mom were close, and we used to. Lawrence dragged Joe on his back so that his ass was on the edge of the bed for easy access, proceeding to fuck the half-conscious man until he spent himself. That was thing Joe remembered before waking up with a pounding headache.The room was filled with indirect sunlight, with the window offering a beautiful view of downtown Manhattan. Joe's mouth was dry and ass sore – a sure sign of a drunken night of screwing. He got up to piss, and after recovering from dizziness saw a used rubber on the. After a couple of minutes, he was sliding his entire f******n inch cock into my ass.Cody, abs chiseled, flexing as he thrust into me. His breathing became shallow, his voice horse. Each thrust became progressively more and more aggressive, sliding his horse sized cock into my eager ass. My hips rose and met each thrust. I grabbed his ass and pulled.....as his balls slapped my anus, I pulled him even further into me. I was whimpering incoherently, his sweat dripping from his face, splashing onto.