She sobbed her thanks, then gasped that she wanted just a few with the whip before we finished. Three strokes that old whip managed before it disinteg...rated; the thongs dried over the fireplace all this time had become brittle.I went round to her rump inserting my stiff prick into her wet sex, I did not last more than a dozen strokes, exploding my sperm deep into her fat red patterned body, and I returned to her head to allow her to clean my now shrinking tool. When she had finished that task I. I returned one day late from office and was sleeping , thinking about her and shagging my dick. Suddenly I heard a tap on my door. I was a bit taken aback as my dick was erect and it would show but nevertheless, I opened the door. She said she was not feeling sleepy and was getting bored. In order to relieve the boredom, I made her sit on the sofa and we were watching some random English movie, I didn’t realize when I dozed off. Morning when I woke up, I saw the beautiful lady sleeping on my. I watched Cindy open it. My Cindy, that almost always smiles. And when she started reading, her face sort of caved in."What's wrong, Cindy?" I asked."Oh, Terri, it's my mom, just being my mom, like she's always been." I'm sorry, Cindy," I said. "Is it stuff I'm not supposed to know about?" Oh, Terri," she said, her eyes sort of wet, "Most of the world is stuff you're not supposed to know about. But you do." Stuff I'm not supposed to talk about?" I said, changing the angle."Kinda. Mom is not. The moment I entered her house, I was in for a ‘sexsational’ shock. I had always seen her dressed in a saree only, so imagine my surprise when I saw her opening the door, dressed in a skimpy frock,that barely reached halfway to her knees, giving me a clear view of her pure white Thunder Thighs.The frock was a sleeveless one, and clung to the top part of her body tightly,clearly revealing the shape of her big torpedo like breasts. From the waist down, the short skirt of the frock flared out.My.