“Please extend your arm,” I said.She did, arranging her saree on her bosom.I applied on her hands and started mildly massaging her, assuring her a...ll will be okay in no time.She smiled and said ‘ I am old, it makes no difference“No, you are not, “I replied smilingly and unconsciously my eyes searched for her cleavage, which was visible by then. While massaging, her saree had got slightly misplaced and her big cleavage, between her big boobs was really visible.She noticed my eyes straying to her. Once we came out of city limits where there is no real people movement we thought of getting into some advanced mode and I placed my hand on her lap and slowly moved to back of her blouse from the leather jacket. I am surprised to touch her bare body where the blouse is only having knots tied. She removed the leather jacket and I untied the knots and placed my on the boobs and pressed them hard to feel them.We were in no rush and while I was driving I continued pressing her boobs and started to. "Mommy, that's us!" Kristine shouted. "I see us Noah. I can see you carrying me!" She was very excited.It just depressed me. Why did some MORONS think that planting bombs at a hotel, and killing perfectly innocent civilians would win them anything? The worst thing about terrorists is their inability to see the truth. Every time they killed women, old folks, and children, the world withdrew support, sympathy, and any chance their opinions would be taken seriously. The only thing they earned was. I released her breasts and gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. Mom dropped her upper body back to the bed, her face flushed as she began to finally surrender."Travis...oh God...what are you doing?" mom moaned. "Something's...oh fuck...I'm going..." the rest became gibberish as I watched a thin line of drool run from the corner of her mouth. Then, I felt the most incredible sensation."NNNGGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" mom screamed into the sheets.I felt a hot silky vise slam.