I wanted my mom to be my first. Unlike most guys, I wasn’t the kind who could just fuck anyone their first time and get it over with. I was a sentim...ental sort. I wanted the first girl I had sex with to be someone special. I wanted someone I loved and trusted. I know it all sounds sappy, but I was a romantic at heart. I saw sex as something special, something you did not do with just anyone.Now, mom was not always the person I wanted to be my first. For the first few years I felt sexual desire I. It felt as though their bodies were made for each other.Before long, Erik’s initially timid movements became impassioned thrusts of his hips, and he dug his nails into Robert’s flesh as he pushed them both closer and closer to a euphoric climax. They were a cacophony in that small bedroom, from the grunts and moans and whispered names, to squeaks and creaks of the bed and the forceful impact of sweat-soaked skin on skin. Sporadic and intense kisses interspersed their erratic, ragged breathing,. Amazing!" Samantha replied breathlessly. "I have to ... do that again!"This time Samantha grabbed Aaron's face, and she did jam her tongue into his mouth. This started a tongue duel between the two. Aaron could feel her growing tits pressing against his chest as she pressed her body tightly against his. The action was making his cock hard, and he tried to shift to conceal that fact. Finally the girl came up for air. "You hadn't planned on doing that, did you?" Aaron asked rhetorically. "Still. It is a story of me and the best ever woman I have been with. It has been the best ever a sexual time that I have experienced ever in my life. Let me introduce myself. My name is Vivek, and I am 27 years old from Bangalore. I started working recently. This series that I am trying to narrate is with a woman for whom I have lusted.Her name is Sandhya, and she was called Sandy. I am writing the story with her consensus. She is in Singapore now. Just for all of you to know, Sandy is now 40 years.