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Mom was naked mostly just so I would feel less embarrassed about it myself. I can’t say her small saggy freckled breasts were doing much for me, but her strawberry blonde curls felt good when they were bouncing against my amateur hands as they rested on her shoulders. I had noted her pubic hair was the same color as her curls, but I tried to avoid looking at it apart from occasional instinctive and naturally curious glances. I tried to warn mom this time: “Oh God, mom, I’m gonna...!” but I only felt the pace of her fingers quickening and she kept looking up at me with big Bambi eyes. They widened adorably and she yelped in surprise “M-m!” when I audibly squirted in her mouth so hard it made her cheeks throb. My mother’s eyes were blinking as she sloshed a mouthful of my sperm around on her tongue. Then her lips turned into a tight line as she swallowed. Once, twice, again. “All right, that’s that,” mom said, but I could see her arab smile looked a bit forced. She didn’t seem to have liked it as much as I could have hoped. “Or do you think you can still shoot more?” “Yeah, maybe like two or three times, I think,” I answered honestly and heard mom sigh a little in frustration. She hadn’t gotten used to this yet. The therapist had given strict orders that we had to continue until it was absolutely certain I had nothing left to shoot, so mom was soon active again. She was licking my balls and caressing them with her fingers, looking up at me with big blinking eyes. My hands were on her shoulders as I started hardening again. I was feeling really warm and less awkward already and I told her as much: “This really is making me feel better, mom. Dr. Janice bengali is a really smart woman”. “Mm-hm,” mom said and closed her eyes. Now that the sex initial tension was over she took her time and put more feeling of tender motherly care into it, and after shooting several more times I was starting to feel happier and more content than I had for a long time. These had already been the best orgasms I’d had in my entire life, so afterwards I could only softly caress my mother’s hair, knowing that tomorrow would be another wonderful day. I was feeling nice and relaxed now, and I was glad we had managed to find such a good therapist to help me. When I came to breakfast the next morning, even my sister noticed I was looking more cheerful than lately. She didn’t know any of the specifics, of course, indian only that I was seeing a therapist. I just shrugged and said: “Dr. Janice is really good, I guess”. I had learned life is much easier to live to the fullest when you know your balls are going to be swallowed dry every evening with the kind of great care and compassion only your own mother can provide. The memories and the knowledge that the next time would soon follow kept me exited and energetic during the day. We were seeing Dr. Janice twice a week to give updates about our situation and to make sure we hadn’t skipped any evenings. The intention of this month-long oral warm-up period was to teach me to feel comfortable about being close with another person, after which I was going to make love for the first time. I was feeling glad that I was doing this with mom instead of some random girl and I said as much to Dr. Janice. Mom touched my hand as she explained to the doctor: “Yes, and I think I’m getting used to the taste, so everything is going fine so far”. “Good, good,” the doctor said, lifting her glasses with her little finger and scribbling in her notepad. She was satisfied everything was well after the first week, so she let us leave earlier this time. The rest of the month went surprisingly quickly because there was something wonderful to experience every day. We were going to visit grandma’s place for a family gathering just before our final session with Dr. Janice. That could have caused some complications, but I’m sure mom had thought of something even if she hadn’t mentioned it to the doctor. My grandparents and cousins had gathered for the summer fest. I hadn’t been particularly close with them before, but they seemed to notice I had become more social than before, so we were chatting quite a bit during the dinner. I got on my hands and knees amateur with sex my ass bengali towards him. For George to see me filled with cum and a black cock, to see my infidelity to our marriage. I gasped, my back arching as she wrapped her arms around my legs and pressed me tight against her mouth. What would it be like to experience something like this? “Yes. I even dead stopped once or twice causing his junk to smack me on the ass several times. She kept his dick in her mouth even as it started to deflate, she could not get enough of it. After a bit of swimming and kissing we looked around and saw that the pool area was only closely overlooked by the villa on one side. I’ve always loved being around the man. He’s always so cheerful, the complete opposite of my dad. She slipped off her bathrobe and got down arab onto the indian floor, presenting her hindquarters in a highly salacious manner.