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I do not know why exactly but as I lay in bed, my mind painted an image of her and I, lying on the floor, facing each other with our books open between us. I was trying to concentrate on the open book, but my eyes were glued to her breasts hanging down and swaying as she pointed to something in the book. I caught a glimpse of her nipples, deep pink in color, and I tried to point to something in her book, but my hand having a mind of its own, brushed her breasts and touched her nipple.I awoke instantly with the alarm going off and the image of her still fresh in my mind. I rubbed my eyes and went downstairs to the bathroom. The image of her nipple and white breasts still invaded my thoughts as I took my shower. So powerful were these thoughts, that I masturbated letting the hot water run down my body till I orgasmed. I rushed and got dressed and caught the bus to school.The day seemed to drag on endlessly and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything. When it was time for. I started to act like I was a lunatic and I kept saying –Me: I love her so much, mom.And my mom was thinking that I was lost in depression. So, she was in the process of convincing me. Slowly, I adjusted my hands on her waist and my crying was slowing down. I was telling her that I love her. She still did not feel anything wrong.Then I started to kiss my mom on the neck. I rested my forearm resting on her boobs. Her breath was getting higher. Then I lowered my other hand to reach her waist. During this process, I brushed her boobs over the saree and this time, her saree came off her shoulder.It was dropping down and I started to tighten my grip and moved closer to her. Now my left hand was on my mom’s belly button and my right hand was on her waist, holding her still. She was not telling or feeling anything but just calming me.Then I got bolder and moved a step ahead. I stopped talking and slowly kissed her cheeks. I moved my left hand over her right breast and cupped it. She started.
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