So frozen by what he had just told me that I could not even take my hand from between both of his. My heart seemed to have stopped beating and I felt ...suddenly dizzy.What have I done to make him suggest... make him think, he and I could... had I done something wrong?With great effort on my part, I was able to force my head to turn to see if any of the occupants at the other tables had overheard the proposition that my son had just given me, the words leading up to it. If anyone had heard this. As I burrowed into the leaves for warmth, he finally moved. He slowly moved toward me, ignoring my threatening stick, and my words to stay back. He crouched a couple of feet away from me, barely visible in the dark, and stayed there, until it was obvious he was not going to attack me. I lay back down, and tried to get warm, and keep an eye on him at the same time. I did not realize I had fallen asleep, until I felt him against me in the dark, warm and furry. I fell back asleep, warm at. Far, far, too young. Yet… here we were. The conversation died and I felt it was my fault. I just couldn’t talk to him properly. He was so much older. What would I say? Would I come across as silly? No, honestly it wasn’t that. It was the fact that I was trying to pretend to be uninterested in him, yet down between my legs a steam bath had started. I blamed my parents. They never made things comfortable enough to talk. Ugh! I didn’t want to think about my mother right now. I shook my head. And. Now coming to the story…When I was in class 12 during winters before pre-boards I went to my mama’s house and one fine morning when I was sleeping I woke up and saw my coming out of bathroom wraped in towel and saw her changing dress. OMG what a big beautiful boobs she have I was mad after seeing that and I wanted fuck her. After she was done I went to bathroom to masturbate and there I found her pink colour bra I sprayed all my cum on that. This went on like for more 5 days till I again went.