Her long blond hair does not come out of a bottle like so manyother “pretend” blonds, and her blue eyes exude an aura ofinnocence. Althoug...h I was always extremely proud to be seen withher on my arm I can say now that I began to take her for grantedsomething I never thought I would or could do. Increasing I beganto take to drink and although Julie asked me to slow down but Ididn’t listen. Most Friday and Saturday nights our house rocked tothe beat of a party. One Friday night. And this is how I got to know about this web site and now posting my real life story. I had gone through almost all the stories in mom son category. I am really aroused now. My mom is in my mind, she is infront of me, she is hugging me, kissing me….. all these feelings are due to the effect of these stories. Then only I realized uncle is next to me.May:- How do you feel Raju?Me:- Very excited uncle. I want my mom.May:- If you try only you can achieve it Raju. Because she is too conservative.. The next thing I felt was warm breath on the right hand side of my neck, as one hand gently swept away my hair for unencumbered access to my neck. Lips, warm and slightly dried through nervousness, swept slowly from the base of my neck to under my ear, stopping here and there for a nibble, or a lick, or a kiss. Pausing to suck briefly at my earlobe, his kisses came quickly to my mouth, where short, staccato kissing turned all to slowly to a full exploration of each other’s mouths. Our tongues. Then, he explored the soft curves of her calves and thighs, wondering how a human being could be so perfect. She turned into a deserted side street. Peter quickened his pace, afraid that he could lose her. As he turned the corner, he saw her standing motionless, her dazzling blue eyes pinning him. “I don’t really like you much, but I think you deserve a treat,” she said, and awarded him with a wide smile. Mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. For a second, Peter had the strange feeling that.