In other words, mom more or less had exclusive rights to my cock. Mom even got a masseuse to teach me enough massage techniques so that sometimes I could combine the two and gave her the massage and “happy endings” whenever she wanted it. Indian Sex Video During that huge protest movement against Beijing, in the so called “Umbrellas Revolution” in Hongkong, mom was popping in and out of the apartment at odd hours of the day and on odd days of the week. Perhaps like my Dad before me, just a little taste of her world was more than enough for me. After some stops and starts I finally got inside her and started a very slow, and for her rather painful, fucking. When I moved in for the penetration I had some problem. But then, it was not as if I need to fuck anyone else. Our sex life had some odd characteristics worth writing about. I soon realized that mom was using sex as other women would use yoga, a way to relieve tensions and stresses.
