An Incest Saga – Part III

Hi friends this is Dingdon from Raipur, Chattisgarh and thanks for your response this is the third part of the story AN INCEST SAGA BY DINGDON hope you all will like it please do comment on it, it will encourage me and also will help me to improve my writing.

The next day, she again acted as if nothing had happened. It was strange. We were back to “normal”. But my eyes never left her, and she never ever reprimanded me for looking at her.

I was greeted with a quick kiss on the cheeks every morning, and sometimes a peck on my lips “accidentally”.

I was boiling inside. But could not do anything about it.

Soon the week was over. It was Friday, and I got a call on my phone from Amma, asking me if I will be home for dinner. I had some plans which I promptly cancelled.

When I got home at around 8 PM, and rang the bell, she opened the door.

And I knew why she had called me.

She looked different.

She was wearing the black saree I had got her 2 weeks back. And she was looking gorgeous. NO wonder she was reluctant to wear it. It was really thin and showed off her body despite covering her. I could see her black blouse so clearly every detail of it. I could see her fair belly, her deep navel. My eyes swept over her.

“That is why I cannot wear it outside” she smiled striking a pose.
“Oh, Amma, I was, I mean. I” I was lost
“What Prakash” she smiled.
“I mean, you look so terrific, you are so good Amma, so beautiful” words came out.
“Oh you charmer” she smiled and came near me and gave me a good hug.

She had cooked a sumptuous dinner, it was mind-blowing. Eating with dimmed lights, with her, my mother, looking so beautiful, fussing over me, serving for me. My heart was lost to her. I was helpless but to drink her sensor beauty, the way her creamy white belly was exposed when she moved around, giving me tantalizing peaks at her navel, OH GOD , it was so sexy. And even more alluring was her cleavage so erotically visible under the relatively low cut blouse, how her necklace framer the sexy divide between her breasts……. I did not stop myself and more than once I caught her looking at me, and her face would lit up in a range of subtle emotions…. amusement, love, shyness, longing?

I helped her to clear the dishes. There was sense anticipation, as if we were both avoiding a topic.

As we finished clearing the dishes she turned around and washed her hands. after keeping away the last one in the work area and closing the door.

“Why are you still here son?” she asked seeing me these just looking at her.
“You are here”.. I said quite mechanically.
“So” she smiled wiping her hands on a tissue “Should we stay here all day”
“No Amma”
“Then……” was she teasing me. She smiled and walked past me, stealing a glance down my body. I realized with shame that my work trousers were tented.

I found her at our balcony looking out at the night. I went closer and stood near her, my hands on the railing near her. Minutes passed, and the slowly she placed her hands over mine, our fingers entwined. I turned around. She was still looking away.

“Amma” I croaked.
“Yes Prakash” she turned around, with a strange smile. “Yes”… she looked like a goddess.
“What son” she smiled her hands caressing mine “Tell me….”
“Amma, I,”
“Yes”
“Oh Amma, I, I cannot pretend anymore, I cannot hide…”
“Hide what dear” she smiled again, her hands coming up and caressing my face.

“Amma, please, you know what I mean, last week, what happened, I cannot forget it, I cannot pretend it never happened”
“Who asked you to forget dear” she asked with a sudden change in her voice. She moved back inside, and I closed the balcony door and the curtains.
“Amma”

“Yes, you heard me, who asked you to pretend it never happened, are you ashamed, are you thinking we were wrong”. She was sitting on the couch.
I moved to her and sat down near her feet and held her legs, I was moved by her love, her understanding, and my longing.

“No No Amma, I, I mean, I did not want to upset you, did not want you to hate me, I thought I was so wrong to have, you know …..kissed you and all”
“Prakash, do I look upset, do I look angry, my dear?” She said huskily, taking my face in her hands “I can never hate you, my dear, never, and if I was upset with what happened, I would have left you, I could have, and I did not, and I will not, I love you so much Prakash”
“Amma, you mean, Oh God, thank you” I kissed her hands “I love you Amma, Oh God, I love you so much that”
“That” her voice was shaking “That you want me”

There she said that “I don’t think you can pretend” she held my shoulders and pulled me up and I moved up to sit near her on the couch. “That you are in love with me not just as a son” her eyes twinkled. “Can you?”
“No Amma, I mean, I love you”
“Yes, and I love you son” she moved closer and her lips parted, and then she kissed me, Oh God, it was even better this time, her lips were in control, pecking at mine and then drawing our my lips and then we were kissing deeply. I held her to me as we kissed. Slowly she stopped and her eyes opened looking into me. “I also cannot pretend any more, Prakash, I don’t want to think of right or wrong, I just want your love baby”.

I groaned “Oh Amma, yes, yes, I, I want to, I want to love you, I can’t believe, that, that”
She kissed me again hard, her tongue pushing into my mouth.She breathed “that your Amma will want to make love to you”. I groaned and kissed her back and my hands crept under her saree to squeeze her naked midriffeliciting a groan from her.

My mind reeled. Did my Amma want to go all the way with me?I felt slightly disgusted with my eagerness about the possibility. I wanted to cringe with shame, but the rest of me just wanting to keep touching this beautiful woman, to keep caressing her soft smooth flesh and to feel her warm softness pressed against me. She moved back and with an action full of grace and raw sensuousness let her pallu fall down from her shoulders, revealing her heaving bosom held tight under her blouse. I hesitated. I looked into her eyes,which shone with love and more.

“It is ok, it is ok Prakash” she murmured “that is what I want, my love” . My mother pulled my arms around her, and to my surprise, she placed one hand on each heavy breasts over her blouse. Her hands stayed on top of mine, and she sighed with contentment looking at me with a smile. I stayed still, afraid to move and somehow upset this magical scene. My fingers slowly stretched out, and I could feel how big her breasts were, with much more her breast outside of my grasp than inside. I could feel her big stiff nipples underneath my palms, even though two layers clothing and as we sat there. I began to ever so gently flex my fingers.Even though I was barely moving, I knew my mother could feel it, because shegasped in a small breath, and then her hands pressed gently against mine,pushing them against her big boobs, and then she started to pull my hands in small circles, my fingers softly grabbing at her teats, and her stiff nipples bending under the pressure of my palms. I squeezed unable to control, eliciting another groan from her

“Amma-” I began.

“Shhhh. It’s okay.” she said softly. “Just relax.” Her hands left my hands and then I felt them on my upper thighs,and I continued to caress her bosom. She caressed my thighs, moving up. “Yes, baby,” she said in a soft motherly voice. “That’s nice.” Her hands increased their pace on my thighs.

I continued to love her breast with my right hand while I moved my left hand down until it was rubbing her stomach, from side to side and top to bottom, teasing her near her deep navel. She sighed with pleasure.

As my thumb and fingers moved directly over my mother’s right nipple, my Amma moved her head closer to mine, and I moved mine slightly to the side so that I ended up with my mouth right against her neck just below her ear.

“Ummmmm,” she moaned. I caressed her nipple softly between my finger and thumb. It was difficult to do with her blouse and brassiere covering her flesh, but it lent a sensuousness to the feeling, as if I wasn’t quite really touching her. As I played with her nipple, my other hand continued to slide over my mother’s stomach, and I reveled in the feeling of her flesh under my hand. I caressed around her round belly from the bottom and played with her navel, and she let out a loud groan as I did. I was breathing against her neck, smelling her scent, and I couldn’t help myself, I kissed her neck.
She cried out then, but stopped herself, and for a second she stopped moving, and then her hands started rubbing my thighs even more vigorously. My caresses on her bosom became more intense, and Amma was hissing with every breath she took. Then we froze as her hands found my erection.

“Prakash” her voice shook.
“Amma I”

She slowly got up, for a moment I was afraid that the spelling broken, as she pulled her saree on to her carelessly. Then she extended her hand.

“Come dear” she said huskily.

I got up and holding her hands we walked towards my bedroom. As soon as were in I pulled her to me murmuring “Amma oh Amma” We kissed and kissed and she slowly sank down on to the bed, I sat near her and we resumed our kisses, we panted and moaned together, bodies pressed against one another. She kissed me again and then pressed her lips to my neck as our hands roamed over one another. I heard her let out a gasp as I pressed my hands into her cleavage roaming across her heaving chest. My other hands were on her legs and she had moved her legs up her saree and petticoat slipping revealing her fleshy legs. I placed my hands near her knee. My hand moved higher, up between her legs under her petticoat, moving over her thighs, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She opened her legs more for me, letting me move my hand higher. I paused as I reached the top of her thighs, groaning as I felt the material of her panties, and my cock leapt again at the thought.

She looked at me smoldering eyes, and started unbuttoning my shirt, then she pulled it out of my trousers not before caressing my chest and planting a kiss on my slightly hairy chest. “Oh Praksah” she groaned. She removed my vest , pulling it hastily over my head as I fondled her thighs again. I was naked from waist up and saw her appreciating look on my body. “You look so much a man my baby” she smiled, caressing my chest and teasing my nipples with her nails.

“And don’t you want to revisit these” she asked huskily placing my hands on her bosom. I tried to unhook, fumbling with the hooks on her blouse. She laughed huskily “No practice eh?” and brushed my hands away and undid her buttons all the time looking into my eyes “They have been waiting for you since you loved them last week son” her blouse was off, revealing a lacy brassiere, Oh god it was so sexy.

Her full round tits were held tightly in that black lace edged bra, her cleavage full and alluring. Her breasts rose and fell heavily, perspiration glistening in the deep valley of her cleavage.
I could see the outline of her nipples, standing up against the thin material of her bra and stiff with excitement. I reached out with both hands, rolling the long fat nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, cupping her ample breasts with my palms as I did so. She shuddered and moaned, and breathing hard. I felt her shudder and she gasped as I tugged and rolled the stiff peaks of her nipples, watching her as her eyes rolled in her head. “Oh babyyyyyyyyy”.

She got up and stood in front of me, and pulled her saree off, and looked at me with a smile. I pulled her to me, placing my hands on her midriff and burying my face in her soft belly, kissing her flesh all over, and kissing her navel, she moaned as my lips went berserk on her belly and navel, she was so soft, so smooth. I kissed and licked her, concentrating near her navel and teasing the quivering flesh. Then I found her petti’s strings. I held it in my hands. She nodded. I pulled it and the petticoat came loose and fell near her feet.

Her thighs were fleshy and round, her waist flaring out giving her a voluptuous and sexy look. Her black panties clung to her treasures.

“Hey” she called and I looked up. She held my chin “Am I too fat son”

I held her to me and kissed her again, this time feeling her warm sex on my chest as I kissed her navel. Oh Amma, no, no, you are so lovely, so sexy, so so good”. She groaned and sat down near me and kissed me passionately. My hands went up to her bra clad breasts. She reached up and took my hands, pushing them from her hard nipples and down to her thighs. She slid my hands up her legs, revealing more and more of her parted thighs as I looked down. I licked my lips as I saw the lacy black panties and her hairs underneath. She stopped me “Show me all of you now Prakash” she demanded looking into my eyes.

In a daze I got up and she looked up at me caressing my erection over my trousers. “He has been waiting for long” she said unbuckling my belt and then unclasping my trouser. She pulled the zip down, and then peeled my trousers down. I stepped out clumsily holding her shoulders. She stared at my erection which had caused bit wet spot on my undies.

“Amma”
“Darling, my son, is that for me, for your Amma” she sighed caressing my thighs and then moving up to my erection, touching it and then she hooked her hands on my waist band. “Shall I” she asked.
I groaned “Ammmaaaaaa”
She smiled and bit her lips and peeled it off. I stepped out and she saw me, all 8 inches of my erection fully erect and shaking in front of her.
“Prakassssssshhh” she groaned, taking it in her hands making me whimper “You are so big my dear, Amma never thought, Oh God, so hard, so beautiful” she looked at me “For me”
I nodded “Yes Amma”.

I sat down near her. “I love you Amma” I whispered bending down and kissing her with increasing passion, I kissed her neck then and moveddown to her cleavage. I held her breasts in my hand and kissed them over her bra.

“Wait darling, l know what you want” she whispered and unclasped her bra. With reverence I removed her brassiere and groaned with lust.

They were even more beautiful now, huge and round, silky smooth and with her long thick brown nipples already erect. I had not got a chance to see them so clearly the last time. Now I was able and I drank it wanting to memorize each and every inch of her treasures.

“Darling” she whispered slowly taking my hand.
“Amma” I moaned with anticipation

“Love me” she murmured as she placed my hands on them, and then sighed as I slowly hefted them and caressed them. I wanted to savor her breasts but my lust was making me lose control. With difficulty I restrained myself to gentle caresses. I looked into her eyes and saw her love, saw her longing, saw her need.

“Go on” she murmured, as I bent down seeing her blue veins,her rigid nipples, I looked up and she smiled. “Yes” she placed her hands on my head and pulled met to her and I kissed her on her chest over her breasts. Then passion took over as I began kissing her over her breasts, between them, under them, and then I licked her wantonly between her breasts and up her neck and reached her chin and she caught my mouth and kissed me hard groaning into me“Don’t stop” and pushed me down to her bosom again.

Now I started licking her from the bottom of her breasts, coating her with my saliva marveling at the smoothness of her skin and the soft yet firm feel of her flesh. Then I circled her areola drawing sighs of pleasure from her.

“Kannnaaaaaaaahhhhhh” she groaned as I lashed at her left nipple while my right hand played with her right breast. I moved to the right nipple and then took her nipple into my mouth. It was sexual heaven as I suckled her, it was sublime, it was as if were connected.

I pressed me to her as I continued kissing her, I don’t know how long I spend on her, I could never had enough of her…. Never, until her hands found my erect penis again. She started squeezing me and rubbing me making me shudder.

While her left hand caressed my cock, her right slowly pushed my head away from her bosom “Oh Kanna”, she whispered “you love them so much, so well, Amma never thought they can be loved like this” her eyes danced with love.

“Amma, you don’t know how much I love them” I smiled kissing her nipples again.

“Now I know” her voice was husky “I can see how hard your love is” she smiled and rubbing my cock.I smiled and kissed her, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, it was raw, her passion, her sexuality. She was below me now, on the bed, and I kissed down her neck, licking her ,then over her breasts which stood firm though drooping a bit to the sides due to their size and gravity. She cupped her breast and let me lick her, our eyes connecting in love. I teased her nipples and let my hands moved down, caressing her belly. She smiled and murmured “Don’t stop love”

My hands reached her panties and I looked at her. I stopped and she smiled at me “I won’t stop you Kanna” she said her voice thick with emotion.

I got up sat near her and looked at her, Oh God she was so sexy. I caressed her from her feet, kissing her calves, her knees and her fleshy legs. She squirmed as I gave a through tongue lashing to her milky thighs.

“Prakassssssshhh” she screamed as I touched her over her panties, slowly caressing her inner thighs and then boldly up her camel toe. She was so wet, her panties were drenched. I looked into her eyes.
“It is ok, I want you to see me” she said holding my hands to her sex.

Slowly I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged downwards, gently at first, then harder. She shivered against me, her hands at her sides and palms flat against the bed while I worked her panties down. She lifted her hips to assist me. They peeled slowly away from her already wet pussy as I pulled the waist band further down. My mouth was dry with excitement, my breathing ragged as I looked down, between her legs, as I pulled of the panties and made her fully nude.

Her pussy was framed nicely by a prominent little mound and her pussy lips pouted wetly between wispy tufts of her pubes. Her black pubic hair was trimmed and I could see how puffy her lips were, swollen with arousal and glistening moistly, flushed a deep pink along their inner edges. Her clitoris was also easy to see. It was large and erect with her arousal, peeking out under its hood.
My eyes travelled up and down the length of her body. My cock throbbed, jutting out and pointing straight at her while my eyes roamed over her curves. I looked at the movement of her heavy, full breasts as they rose and fell; up and down the length of her fleshy legs and sexy thighs; to her wonderful feet with red painted finger nails. My gaze lingered longest between her legs though, taking in the unbelievable sight of my mother’s wet pussy.

“Mmmmm Ammaaaa!” I panted, tearing my eyes fromher sex to her face. “You’re so so sexy, so gorgeous!” I was breathing hard as the words tumbled out, any sense of eloquence overwhelmed by my rising lust.

My gaze dropped between her legs once more and I was unable to look away as her pussy glistened invitingly in front of me.

“Yes darling, tell me, ….. say something” she breathed. “Are you afraid to love me, are you in doubt….. ?”

“No Amma” I moaned as I moved up and kissed her lips slowly.We embraced once again, tongues snaking together as we kissed, her fingers finding and rubbing up and down the length of my engorged cock. She eased me onto my back.

I was on my back, cock sticking up in the air, my head resting on the pillow. She was above me, on her elbows kissing me slowly. My left hand slid down a little more, and even as I asked myself how far I was prepared to go, my hand with a mind of its own slid down her groin until I could feel the crinkly hairs of her sex. I pressed my fingers against her, pushing gently but firmly until I could feel my fingertip touch the beginning of her cleft and as it touched her there, she cried out “Aaaahhh” and smiled at me biting her lips and nodded an encouragement. I was lost in the sheer pleasure of touching my mother’s soft body, her sex, and I couldn’t even say anything, so I continued touching her sex, slowly playing with her outer lips, then tentatively pushing a finger in and seeing her gasp with pleasure above me.

She looked at me and smiled again. “Can I” she whispered two words.

I nodded. It was magic. It was as if we did not want to spoil the moment by speech . My mother moved back and she was now kissing my nipples and rising up her groin over my penis. She moved her thighs and as she spread her legs I could feel the tip of my cock pushing against the smooth skin of her belly. Then I felt my mother’s fingers brush the tip as she slid her hand underneath us and then held my penis.

“Let me my darling….”
Just the four words.
Her fingers caressed my cock, and I involuntarily lifted my groin pushing it against her belly.”
Let me”

She said again, and as we moved, she grabbed the tip of my pole and I felt her aiming it, and then I could feel the very tip of my dick pressing against a soft, slick depression.
“Kanna, come to Amma da” her voice was shaking.

My hands tightened on her midriff, and she groaned deeply but quietly. I paused for a second, but no longer. I couldn’t wait. The tip of my cock was pressed against my mother’s slit, my fingers were sunk deep into her motherly flesh, and every fiber of my body was trembling with anticipation.Could really do this? Could I actually do this with my mother?

No answer was necessary, because without waiting any more,she moved down and I pushed my hips forward and my Amma gave out a long low moan as the tip of my swollen penis pushed against her pussy lips, and then inside the secret motherly warmth of her cunt. It was like heaven, even that small amount, and the buttery heat of her juicy slit was the best feeling I had ever felt. I grunted with the sheer pleasure of the feeling of my Amma’s lips opening for my stiff cock, sliding over the head, parting before it, allowing it to enter where a son should never enter his mother.

My Amma groaned again “AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhKannnnnaaaaaaaaaaa”

And I pushed gently on her ass with my hands until she moved down on me a little more, bending over a slight bit more, her legs separating,her ass tilting up until she was almost horizontal, and I pushed my hips again,driving another inch of my cock into my Amma’s welcoming vagina. She let out another groan, and then before I could stop her, she drove herself back at me,pushing until my cock slipped more and more deeply into her widening sex,pushing her lips open, driving the stiff cock-meat into her hot, slick hole.Nothing had ever felt as right as my cock slipping into my mother’s sex; it was as if she was made for me, designed to fit my cock exactly, her inner walls gripping my shaft, tightening and loosening as I accommodated her hungry pressure. Her belly pressed up tightly against me, as my cock delved into her sliding further and further until it could go no deeper and I was lodged right up against my mother, my cock as far as it could go, my hands on her hips, her fat ass touching me all over the front of my thighs with an indescribable sensation of love and lust and hunger and desire.

“Oh, baby,” my Amma moaned softly, “that feels so good, Kanna. Oh, darling, baby, you make your Amma, so happy.”

I slid my hands over her wide hips, resting them on her waist as I pulled her even more tightly against me, pressing that fat ass into me as if we could become one person if I only pulled hard enough.

“Oh, Amma,”was all I could say.

“Yes, baby, I know. I know.” She pushed forward alittle pulling her cunt slowly off of my cock and then pushing back again,sliding herself onto my prick. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Oh, yes,” I replied quickly.

“Do you like your Amma’s vagina, baby?”

“Oh yes, Amma,” I said, and I pushed her forward myself, slowly peeling her steaming cunt from my pole, and then I pulled on her hips, sliding her back against me, sliding her juicy slit back around my cock.

“Do you really like my pussy, baby?” my Amma said,still looking at me, but wiggling her ass very slightly in a slow figure eightmotion. It was so unreal to hear my Amma using such words.

“Oh, god, Amma,” I said urgently, “I’ve never felt anything like it!”

“Neither have I darling, you are so big, so hard… oh God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she said. “I’ve always wanted you to be back inside me, back inside my pussy.”

I pushed her forward again, and then pulled her back. It was still slow, but there were no pauses now. Very, very slowly, I was fucking my own mother, sliding my swollen cock into my own mother’s pussy, doing something so taboo, so forbidden, that the very wrongness of it only added to my confused desire.

“I’ve always wanted you, too, mother,” I replied as I continued to increase the pace of our pumping, pushing my mother forward and pulling her back, feeling the soft flesh of her belly slap against mine as we humped at each other. I didn’t have to move much, because she was moving over me so strongly, her motherly body straining to reach mine, her fat cunt slurping hungrily at my meat, pulling it deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust.

Amma slowed down and moved down slowly kissing me”Oh,baby,” she mewled as I began to pump her more ferociously, pulling that motherly ass back against me, reaching forward with my swollen cock to push as deep as I could inside my mother’s cunt. Time stood still, as my cot creaked, as I pumped hungrily, desperately at my mother’s sex, shoving my cock deep inside the only woman who ever really loved me.

She was moaning with each thrust now, and so was I, and we were no longer trying to be quiet.

I held her face and caressed her lips, she smiled and sucked my fingers wantonly. Her breasts were heaving and her sweat was making themshine so erotically. My hands moved down and I held them, and she looked at me and slowed down.

She asked “Want to come on top……?”

“Yes” I nodded.

She quickly disengaged from me, and lied down, and pulled me over her.

As I came down between her thighs, my cock shaking with list, she kept looking at me with love and lust, biting her lower lips. Being the clumsy oaf that I am, I slipped, once, twice, and she laughed huskily.

“Kanna, you need practice, here…” she teased and held my cock, and guided me home, groaning as I entered her again.

I started moving, making love to her. Fucking my Amma.

“Oh, god, baby,” she cried as I shoved my cock in and out of her buttery pussy, her lips sliding up and down the shaft of my cock, the swollen head staying inside, but just barely each time. “I love you, my baby boy, I love you so much.”

“I love you, Amma,” I hissed as I continued to hunch my cock up inside my mother, pushing my prick deep into my mother’s secret place, “I love you, I love you, Amma.”

“Yes, baby, yes baby,” my Amma was crying over and over, “Love your Amma, love your Amma.”

“I do,” I replied as I pummelled her hole with mydick, the delicious feeling of her pussy sliding over my cock the most sensual thing I had ever felt.

“Love your Amma, love your Amma,” she continued to repeat, and as I slammed my cock over and over into her love channel, spearing into her, driving deep inside her.She raised her legs, spreading wider allowing me to go in deep into her.

I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start.

“I’m gonna,” I panted, “I’m gonna… gonna…gonna…”

“Oh yes, baby,” she hissed wickedly. She humped back at me with increasing speed and strength, driving me to impale her with my bloated meat. “It is ok, it is okkkkkkk Prakasssssssshhhhhh….Come for me,babyyyyyy, come for your Amma, come for Amma, commmmmme for Amma…” Shekept repeating that part as we slammed our bodies together over and over, faster and faster, and then I felt it coming.

“I’m-”
“Yessssss”

My cock throbbed wildly as come erupted from the tip,boiling into my mother’s pussy, jet after jet, spasm after spasm, and even as I began to spurt my seed into my mother’s womb, she began to shudder and shake,and her pussy clenched around my cock tightly and she cried out loudly and humped her body up against my pushing my cock more deeply inside her than I thought it could go, her body quivering as she pressed herself against me and I pushed back into her, looking down at her, our eyes meeting in love and realization……. I shook with the force of my own orgasm, feeling after shocks echoing through me as the last of my sperm shot into my mother and she shivered with her own pleasure, keeping me clasped deep inside the velvety sheath of her cunt.

I collapsed on her sweaty, tired and so much in love with her. She caressed my back murmuring something. As we regained our breath, I slowly raised my face from her mammaries and looked at her.
She looked deeply into my eyes.

I started to speak.

“Shhh” she said. “Let me say it first baby” she smiled

“We will speak more tomorrow, it was the best sex I have ever had, and I want to thank you my love for everything” she caressed my face

“And I don’t want you to think so much now, let us sleep,and we will speak tomorrow” she smiled.

I slowly pulled off her, staring at her sex, that was a mess with our love juices.

She followed my eyes and smiled and got up and went to the bath room.

I just lied down, thinking of what happened, and don’t know when, why but drifted off to sleep.