I climbed up Pearce's sturdy frame and hung my ass low, teasing his head with my lewd, dripping snatch.He grinned arrogantly and gave an unusual thrus...t. His aim became clear as the piercing on the thick head of his prong caught my clit. I could only moan open mouthed as he worked his hips in an intricate swivel, spiraling searing waves of sensation from my stiff button all the way up through my pussy and into my chest.Clearly enjoying the effect this was having, he worked my clit for what must. My mom is just like any other normal Indian woman. A bit plump with some extra skin on her sides. Those extra pounds are what makes her sexy. I forgot to mention that even though I’m muscular built, I find plump girls much more attractive than skinny girls.My mom is a very traditional woman and an ideal housewife. She always wears sarees at the house except during my Dad’s stay at the house. My Dad works abroad and visits us once in every five years. During my Dad’s visit, my Mom would wear. He quickly pulled my sweater up exposing the weighty swells of my bra encased breasts and then reached around trying to unhook the bra as I struggled helplessly to stop him. ‘Please stop,’ I whimpered clawing at his broad shoulders as my bra snapped open. His hands slid easily under my loose bra and he fondled my naked tits as I failed in my attempts to push him away. As my strength and will to resist him weakened my hands came to rest on his chest. His strong hands caressed the soft supple. I grabbed another towel and sat behind her to dry her back. As I patted her down, I felt her shaking. She was sobbing. I put my hands on her shoulders and said softly, ‘Hey, what’s all this?’ She shook me off. ‘You can’t possibly love me now,’ she moaned. I got off the bed and knelt before her, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her head to look at me. ‘Of course I love you,’ I said, it sounded lame, but there it was. She grabbed the towel and covered her breasts. ‘I’m fat and ugly!’ she.