The first couple weeks of summer went by without a hitch. I spent every weekday at Mike’s house screwing his mom. I had her to myself every day but two. I didn’t mind if Mike was there, it gave me longer breaks to recuperate. I had sam asked him once, not long after I found out about them, if he minded that I’d joined in on their tryst and if it bothered him to see me fucking his mom. He said no, She was the one using us, we weren’t using her. I guess that’s true, but even I had to admit that I got jealous when I watched them together. Not about the sex happening right in front of me, but of all the times I wasn’t around. When I went home, he stayed, he could have her when I couldn’t. If his dad when out to do errands on a weekend afternoon, he fucked her… if his dad went to bed early, or stayed at work late, he fucked her… she would even give him a bj when she came to say goodnight!.. I was certainly sexually satisfied with Rachel, that’s why I hadn’t put any effort into finding a girlfriend. So if it’s not pent up sexual needs that drew me towards my mother, then what was it? Rachel was more attractive, and I’d wager that she was more adventurous in bed too, plus she wasn’t related to me! I spent months thinking about it, and I came to a two part conclusion. The first was ACCESSIBILITY. I was jealous that Mike lived with his mother. It’s sounds silly to say it out loud, but hear me out. I had enjoyed MILF and incest porn long indian before I found out about Mike and his mom. The scenes often play out where a young man is home with his mother and the dad leaves, or the son comes home and his mother is by herself, needless to say they start fucking. They’re stupid of course, because people don’t just start having sex with family members like it’s no big deal. But the idea of coming home and having a woman there who just drops to her knees and starts sucking my cock was tantalizing. Or whenever the mood strikes you, you just bend her over and stick it in. While I got Rachel quite a bit, Mike gets her more sunny conveniently, he’s not limited by a schedule the way I am. Some of you are probably thinking, so you just want to be married, or have a live in girlfriend so you can have sex more often? … That brings me to my second point. NAUGHTINESS. How often have you heard of someone who cheats on their significant other Bhabhi for no apparent reason? They have a good relationship, they have a great sex life, and their partner may be gorgeous.. Yet they still cheat, perhaps with someone less attractive than the one they’re cheating on! So why do it?... Excitement! Danger! It’s forbidden, naughty and taboo… especially when it comes to incest! You hear about female teachers having sex with underage male students, and you ask, ‘she’s pretty, why couldn’t she go get a guy her own age?!’ Which of course she could, but the forbidden aspect of the relationship is a turn on for her. This is totally the case with Mike and his mother. Fucking all afternoon is great, but it’s the secret glances they exchange, the quickies when his dad goes for a jog, and the nervous blow jobs when he’s in the other room that make the relationship exciting. And that’s what I want! It’s not that I want my mother, I just want a woman that I can screw whenever we want, and the danger of not wanting to get caught. None of it matters of course, because I hadn’t thought of a Actress way to initiate things with my mom. I needed a way to come to her and let her know that I wanted to have sex, without completely freaking her out desi and having her tell my dad, or sending me to therapy. I would say things like ‘you look really pretty today’ or ‘I like those pants on you’. “You’re such a goof.” she mumbled, still smiling. “Yes I did.” It was all in pink, of course, to match her hair, and she complemented sam it with a silver necklace that drew the eye down towards Actress her cleavage. He then kissed her slowly, tenderly, before proceeding to dress himself. As quickly as she had been there, she was back and closing the top to her water bottle. How was the movie?” "Want to see them again?" I assume she experienced my sleeping position. In that time all she could hear was desi sunny the thudding of her heart and a Bhabhi voice in her head telling her to run. Cindy sheepishly complies. He kept indian getting IT closer to her mouth. I was disappointed by how quickly she got dressed. “I enhanced his eyes,” I said, glancing at the acorns Scáthnamhaid used to see with. “Stress? We rode for about another 5 miles back to the car before heading for home and then taking Vicky home. Our muffled moans were a signal of how well each of us knew the others likes and dislikes. I awoke and noticed I was alone in bed.