Her boobs were like big hanging totapuri mangoes. Her butt was big, wide& sexy. She maintained her figure by regular yoga.Mahesh father was a business...man usually stays away from home for 1 or 2 weeks. As I entered his home, his mother welcomed me in. I & Mahesh started to chat about our college & studies. After a few minutes, Minakshi brought us some tea and few snacks. She came & sat right in front of me. She started to ask about me & my family. I answered her everything positively.I couldn’t. Mom’s hands felt great as she gently caressed my back. Then she massaged each arm. The fever was so severe that my muscles were actually aching, so everywhere she rubbed felt wonderful.Now before I go any further, let me tell you a little about my mom, who was thirty-eight when this happened. First, she was an amazing person. Everyone loved her because she was one of the sweetest, kindest, most gentle people in the world. If she was your friend, she would do anything for you… and if she. That afternoon, precisely at 2 pm I was again led to her. This time she bade me sit and, when she had finished writing a letter which she handed imperiously to Jenkins who departed immediately, she addressed me. ‘Your duties will be to write letters to my dictation, to deal with my correspondence and to run errands for me as required. You will receive food and board and some small stipend. Jenkins will advise you of the household’s rules and you will obey them to the letter. If you breach those. “Hold still,” I told her, grabbing her by the waist.She stilled instantly. I'm not sure if she had actually been squirming around on purpose. “I'm sorry,” she said breathlessly. “It hurts.”I took a few more breaths to control my pace and then started to slowly push again. As it finally slid all the way in she gave a loud cry and stretched her hands out to grab the far edge of the desk. I pulled out and thrust back in, keeping hold of her waist. She started to cry and despite my desire to.