Hum unke bedroom me unke bed pe beth ke padte par jab me koi wrong answer deta to wo bahot gussa hoti.aur unki ek aadat thi jab padane ke baad jab bhi... wo muje questions puchh na start karti wo apna ek haath meri jaangh pe rakh deti aur jab bhi me wrong ans. deta wo jor se mere lund se thodi durr ek Chuti kaat ti aur muje bahot dukhta kabhi meri kamar ko bhi chuti kaat ti unhe isme bahot maja ata par muje bahot dukh ta tha.. par jab wo apna hath rakh ti to muje ajeeb si feeling hoti aur mera. She attempted to return the favor but each time her hand was repelled by his and he would shake his head at her gently with a small smirk on his face. He was certainly controlling the scene and her arousal rose with each touch of his hand until she was afraid she was going to bust. She excused herself from the table to head to the ladies room. She slid out of her seat allowing the slit in her skirt to open and reveal her stocking tops and the garter that held them up. She was sure he saw her. Every time I closed my eyes, as I often did to reach and hear the correct sound in my head, I had a clear picture of two fat women's naked bodies on each other. It was making me nuts, it was screwing up my lesson, and Miss Hanscomb, no fool she, was right on my case:`For the very first time, I saw Miss Hanscomb drop her mask."Sylvia, we need to stop our lesson. I know you are trying, dear, I can tell that I appreciate that you are making an effort. What I an asking you to do with this Handel. My father snored on one side and I could sense the men glancing over on the other. They could only see Mom caressing my face but even that was somewhat erotic for a Mother and her grown son. I could sense their envy. What if they knew she was stroking my cock beside her thigh? I hardened even more at the thought.As if she knew my most inner thoughts, Mom whispered, her breathing betraying her own excitement, “Come for me, baby. Right here with everyone watching. Come for me.” Her hand slipped.