She pictured in her mind’s eye, his flaccid but heavy, thick black cock, supported by his underwear.She wondered if he found her attractive, she ran... her hands down her legs. She had shaved them and they were beautifully smooth and her short pleated skirt hopefully, if he sat facing her, would allow him a good view of them and possibly, just possibly her white knickers if she pulled it up a tad and spread her legs a little. Her nipples had become stiff, erect and would be darker in colour-she. "I love your body. I don't know whether it's your tits, your arse or your cunt that is my favourite part. And I'm not sure whether I'd sooner fuck your cunt or eat it. What do you think?" I thought that I might see if I could excite Mom with my dirty talk and ministrations and by the tremble in her voice when she replied it was working."I like it best when you play with my pussy but I don't know whether I like intercourse better than oral sex. It's too soon to make up my mind." While mother. "What can I do? Anything."Her head cocked, appraising. "That's better."I caught that wildness again in the flash of her eyes and suddenly it clicked. Hussy was right; she'd planted the panties. Part of her game. Her control. Relief began to wash through me before she interrupted its flow."But you need to prove it."I swallowed. "How?" On your knees," she sneered.She pointed at the tiles. Numb, I complied, the floor absorbing my heat. I looked up at her towering above me. Deadly. Alluring. My. I booked a cab for pooja to pick her from her home and I directly reached at New Delhi Railway Station. We met at 6:45 am. She was wearing a black colour top with blue jeans. I saw her and felt like there is some movement in my underwear.I controlled and then took our train. We were very happy because this was the first time we were going outside for 2 days. On the way we talked normally and enjoyed the shatabdi breakfast. We could see the eagerness of having fun with full enthu in each others.