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As she bent over the kitchen counter to get some cheese for the sandwich, I could see her g-string’s outline through her tight skirt. Her soft black hair fell on her hips and swayed from side to side as she moved around in the kitchen. Looking at all this had made a huge bulge in my trousers, and now my hard on was growing, even more, making it hurt in my pants. I had this immense sexual energy build up inside me. I never saw Ananya madam dressed this way. As I was staring at her perfectly shaped bubble butt she glanced at me over her shoulders and asked, “do you want some ketchup along with the sandwiches Rahul?”. I was surprised and taken aback with her question as I was staring at her. I shook my head “umm… what madam ?” I asked looking at her. She smiled, and gave me an unusual look and asked me playfully “where is your mind Rahul? ”. “umm..A …a …um I was thinking about my homework mam”. She turned around giggling, her hands resting on the counter. She rolled her eyes at me and. Her mouth was sucking then. I felt like my whole insides was shooting out through my prick into her mouth.Then I fell down.I know it sounds stupid, but I did. I didn't trip or anything. I just suddenly fell down. I felt myself going and sort of caught myself with my hands just as my tailbone hit the tile floor. It would have hurt a lot more if I hadn't been able to do that. It still hurt a lot.Mom was all scared and concerned looking and crawled over to make sure I was okay. The feeling of weakness passed and I told her I was okay and she turned off the water and helped me stand up."Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, dripping and naked beside me."Yeah." I responded. "I think it just felt so good for a second there that I didn't want to stand up any more."She laughed and I felt better. She got a big fluffy towel and dried me off, and then herself. I was watching as she dried herself, and her breasts and everything were so beautiful. I looked down and my prick was standing straight.
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