As I kept walking forward, I noticed that the man was all by himself and he didn't have a phone to his ear, so who could he be talking too. The answer... to my question was answered almost instantly. He wasn't talking to himself, he was moaning. My hearts beating a mile a minute as I get closer to confirm what I think he's doing. Sure enough, he's masturbating and tugging on himself pretty hard and fast I must say. I was stunned. His shorts were pulled down to his ankles and his legs spread pretty. Because of our love said mom, caressing Mona’s head and I want him to make love to a woman who understands love, sex and who knows real good fucking. How wonderful if mother and son have one common fucking lover!My son will kiss the lips that I have kissed so many times and fuck the cunt that I have eaten so many times. Alok will be lucky if you agree Mona and we would make a magnificent triangle!Mona seemed excited and began to eat mom’s pussy seriously and mom closed her eyes and moaned. Mona. She would be doing her thing and I would be sucking.I would suck to such an extent that her shirt would become completely wet in her breast area. Her black nipples and her areola would be completely visible. Bindu would then smile at me, take off her shirt and continue casually with her reading or texting.I would them start licking and biting and sucking on her boobs. She would occasionally give out moans. In time, she got used to the biting and pulling of her nipples. I never got tired of. I also wanted Mom to do it to me but again I did not ask. Somehow I felt it was wrong. I was 11 before I realized that I was supposed to wear underwear under my dresses. Mother always wore a dress and so did I, but she never wore panties and I never gave it any thought. I never wore them, either. It wasn't until I was at the playground with a neighbor friend and I saw that she was wearing something under her dress that covered her pussy. I asked her why she was wearing pants under her dress,.