" Cans or bottles?" she said.Jill stopped abruptly at the family room door. She sighed contentedly as Tim ran into her, burying his rigid cock between... the cheeks of her ass. She ground her ass against his swollen member. After a moment she moved on. Tim did his best to hide his massive rod.Thirty minutes later Thomas decided he was too tired to stay up, Cindy also left for home and Jill said it was her bedtime. Tim locked the doors and went to his room His mother's quick squeeze of his cock was. Home life seemed very natural and to be honest I never knew any different. My dress of choice around the house was always a big tee shirt and panties although my panties were very bland and girlish until one Christmas Mum and Paul bought me a selection of thongs which signalled that I was becoming a woman even though I was barely a teen. I was excited as I knew how good Mum looked and I remember rushing up to my bedroom to try them on. From that day on I loved wearing them although I still wore. She is quite conservative in nature and is well educated. I used to visit quite often to their house and most of the time Mama was away on duty at railway station in Mumbai. I always stare at her buttocks while she prepares food in the kitchen and peep through her deep round neck of her blouse. She has got perfectly balanced boobs, firm and tight. I often use to imagine of fucking her from back while she prepares food in the kitchen . Mami was very frank with me and we always use to huge each. "You either teach me what you and that woman do together, or leave me to my own devices to find out with some girl or other woman. And, I think you want to teach me yourself." As I said this, I put my hand on her arm."We shouldn't do that. It's not a good idea." No one will know. You don't want a mouthful of this eighteen-year-old body?" I leaned against her from behind, pressing the warm part between my legs against her butt. She was clearly aroused by me. She turned to face me and I kissed.