I listened to her motherly instructions and made the right noises at the right time in response to her list of instructions.I had heard that Mom was a... phenomenal researcher and had a mind for details like no one else at the lab. My problem with her was she couldn't turn it off when she wasn't working. She tried the same thing with Dad but he more or less ignored her barrage of instructions and did whatever he wanted to do. I was her son and couldn't get away with Dad's indifference. At least. Once I stood up and looked over to her I noticed a very small wet spot on her shorts. I pretended to not notice. After we had finished our meal I took the plates and cups out, I knew that didn’t work that much I had to step up my game. I spilled what was left of my orange juice on my shorts and then pulled them off. Without any shorts on I went to the living room. “I spilled the juice on myself” I said laughing. She just gave me a nervous laugh. So I knew this was helping. I sat on her lap like. Sara was having nothing of it, she wasnt interested in going slow. The hand she was using to frig herself reached back and grabbed my dangling nuts, using them as leverage to pull me into her. As I sank my fleshpole deep inside her, an involuntary groan of pleasure tore from me, and I commenced fucking her for real. I pounded into her for a couple of minutes, but I wasnt sure I was getting as deep into her as I could. I grasped the underside of her quivering thighs and lifted her into the air.. I screamed in joy ahhh tna mota hai yeh, ahhh lagta hai. Aadat daal le ab tu iski, tere liye ab hafte mein 4-5 dinon ki baat hai yeh ek baat tu iske hisaab se faill jaaye, phir tujhe jo sukoon milega, kisi aur mardd ki baahon, ya lund se nahin milega. Ahh madarchod, nikaalo isse meri choot nahin sambhaal pa rahi isse, dardd ho raha hai bahut.”Salim took this chance seeing that was not used to the cock and that was causing me much of the pain at the moment. He turned my head as he started to.