Ten months ago, I would have fought any person who'd hurt my wife but today, when Jenivee insulted and taunted her, I did nothing. Things had changed ...and maybe I had moved on. Even though I didn’t want to get back with her, I was feeling pity for her condition.The following day I was anything but focused at work. I had been ignoring Jenivee’s calls and texts as I didn’t want her to know that I was meeting Carol. The episode of the previous day was still vividly imprinted on my mind and I. My mom generally wears salwar at home in which she looks like early 18 but her age is 37. She is a teacher in my school and every teacher and students want to just touch her as she is the hottest woman ever seen. In school the principal strictly told her to wear transparent saree below the navel as it attracts more students towards school. Every teacher, principal and students are black and ugly and my mom is only hot woman there so everyone tries to seduce her by touching her, she ignores. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, placing the tip right on it... and start to jack me off like mad. Licking the tip, sliding my foreskin up and down, “OH FUCK” I moan again.. I know it’s about time, and as much as you want to please me, take me, show me how much you love my cock by sucking me dry. But I don’t give you that pleasure yet. No. Not yet. First I must make you cum. So I reach down with my hand and grab you hard by your wet hair, and pull you up almost. “Well, after awhile, it sort of melted into the background, but it was something I never forgot. When you came here, and I saw how beautiful you look, well, those fantasies came flooding back in my mind. Those pictures you saw were just a result of that fantasy. I guess most people think that incest is wrong, but I really don’t understand why.” Mom was listening intently to me. She was a little shocked, a little flattered and a little turned on. “Sweetheart,” she answered me, “Now I’m going to.