I held her hand and walked to the pooja room. The garlands which I bought that morning were already there. We looked into each other’s eyes and enjo...yed the moment.Me: Mom?Mom looked at me, querying into her eyes.Me: This is the last moment that we exist as mother and son. And this is the last time I will be calling you a mom, and you will be my mom. After this, even though you will be my mom to the outside and I will call you mom, we will never be mom and son. So one more time – ‘Mom.’Mom: Yes,. I know you might want to keep them on, but trust me, afterwearing them all day your skin will thank you for being able to breathagain. We wouldn't want you to develop a rash now would we?" Jessy askedplayfully as she helped Ash out of his towel and bikini top, going towork with the glue solvent and the makeup remover.It was somewhat weird and in a way it also was a bit concerning to seethe 'breasts' he had had all day suddenly fall of his chest bringing himfurther back down to reality. "You can. Any way we are in the balcony, I will be giving you running commentary, you can resume your masturbation and time it to match with mine. Ok, that lady is there. She is smiling at me and waving. I also smiled and waved at her. She has tied a bed sheet in her balcony in such a way that she is visible only to us. Are you there, Suma?” Jaya asked her. “Y…..yes” Suma replied as she started massaging her clit between forefinger and thumb. She put her forefinger inside pussy, trailed her juice to clit. As I was high, I had the bold courage of asking Nasrin to come on the terrace (on the pretext of something very important I had to tell her). Little did she know her pussy would be torn that night? She humbly complied with my order. While I waited for her on the terrace impatiently, my heart began to pound thrice as fast as I was mixed with emotions – emotions of guilt and sorrow for this poor helpless village girl, but at the same time, lust and frustration from the beast within. It was pitch.