. I was overcome by the amazing feel of the warm, wet cavity that completely enveloped my hard shaft. My eyes looked up and locked with his. Though no... words were spoken (other than gasps and soft moans), much was being communicated, all of it nonverbally. I started to move using long, slow, deliberate penetration. I wanted each thrust to express “I love you”. I was more focused on giving him pleasure than I was my own. But the beauty of two lovers is that each wants to please the other, and so. I fantasized about fucking her in the bed. I did the duty of taking the foods and other articles for my landlady the next day as usual. Hasan was already there in the hospital to pay the bills and take care of few other things . So I had to take the food from home. In the evening Kalsoom told me that she would also come with me. At about 8 in the evening I along with Kalsoom started for the nursing home with the food and other required articles there. Before leaving for the nursing home she. After reading all those stories I badly wanted to fuck someone, but I never thought it would happen b/w me and my mom.One day my mom was cleaning the floor (which she does every day) she usually wears nightie at home and wears saree when she goes out.While she was cleaning the floor, her nightie was a bit low and this gave me a sight of her big melons.It was not completely visible but it was enough for me to masturbate that whole day thinking of that scene.But I was a bit guilty too for. ’ ‘And after dinner, what happened?’ ‘That’s when it started getting strange. I had the incredible urge to find my old bikini swim suit, the one I wore when I was a teenager.’ ‘Why was that unusual?’ ‘Because now I always wear a one piece tank suit, in dark navy blue, to minimize the size of my breasts. That old bikini, when I finally found it, was so tiny.’ ‘Did you try it on?’ ‘It fit me before my figure filled out, but now it barely covers my breasts, and you can see most of my bottom. But I.