She had removed her sari and was in her pavadai (undergarment) and bra. She removed her bra. For now, I could only get a glimpse of her upper back. Th...at itself made me take my cock out of my pyjama and shake it slowly. She slowly untied her undergarment and let it fall down. My heart paced as I saw her big round buttocks. What a sight! It was a perfect pair of buttocks. She took a broom and started cleaning the clogged water in the bathroom. As she bent down, I caught a glimpse of her unshaved. The five of them were like a handpicked group of the prettiest women in the world – each one a swimsuit model, but from a cross-section of ages. They each had an air of professionalism about themselves, but also an aura of serenity and spirituality.The house seemed to have carefully orchestrated routine that flowed around Dave like a gentle current. The children were almost instantly fed and allowed to do their ‘own thing’ in a dedicated room that included a television and various project. The girl had a terrific bosom, D cup size he figured. "She must be high," he thought, for she was staggering, having trouble with her balance."Are those tits real, or are you wearing falsies?" he asked her.She grinned at him. "Sure they are real! You wanna see them?" The girl raised her sweater up to her shoulders. She was not wearing any bra. Her breasts were quite real, he saw. "Whatcha think, mister? You wanna suck my tits, or maybe fuck my tits? I'll let you for a joint, or ten. . Kevin... I can’t believe we’re really doing this!” my mum cried out as I fucked her, with harder thrust my mum's tits start to bounce and jiggle.I leaned down, so I and my mum were face to face. “Oh... fuck... Mum...” I moaned breathing hard, as I thrust into her. my mum pulled me down, and we again were kissing.Some how as we kissed mum rolled me onto my back, and then i was holding my mother’s love handles, as she rode me, her hands were on my chest to steadied her as her cunt up and down.