Rising to my feet I pulled my underwear and trousers back up, I intended sticking around until she had finished with Roger both to thank her and maybe... get a second helping but face to face. It was as I stood there watching that the familiarity of her voice came to me."Oh fuck!" I muttered as my brain went numb.The woman I had just fucked so deliciously, that I had lost my virginity to and had given an orgasm to, was none other than my own fucking mother! Feeling guilt, shock and aroused I snuck. She opened the back of the truck and I tossed my bag in. She had a suitcase and a couple of large plastic storage containers in it already. We closed up and got in and she started to drive toward the hotel. We chatted on the drive, and I could tell right away that something was wrong. Julie was trying to be the Julie I knew, but I could tell that she was preoccupied with something else—something she couldn’t stop thinking about. I tried a little small talk. ‘So where did you get this truck. Her top fell to the ground by his clothes, revealing a tan bikini top, little more than two patches of cloth held together by similarly colored strings. In the old days it was considered a string bikini. Now it was referred to as a micro bikini. One definition was just as god as the other, as it allowed maximum skin exposure, just shy of becoming illegal. Her soft breasts bulged from the sides and bottoms, and her nipples were already hard and firm in anticipation. When she lowered her shorts. Laha as the offer was to join in a remote place of Maharashtra and she do not want to leave the city life.The discussions went longer. I came to know that, she is not a Maharashtrian and she is a Bengali. Her forefathers belong to Kolkata but her family settled in Maharashtra. I told her that I am going to stay in Thane for next three days and want to meet her all the days as I loved her company. She said she is not a social guy but ceratinly loved my company. She said she has to attend her.