We two & Shinde Sir were invited by Raj Mohite in a 5 Star Hotel for lunch at the end of 2nd week of Sept-2011. But due to official engagement Shinde ...Sir asked Khot uncle to pick Raj Mohite. So we were following Khot uncle’s car. As Raj was eager to show me how he clutches Swati (my Mom) in political arms. I was also eager to watch Mom getting fucked by a younger guy who is of her daughter’s age from the Political field.I was dressed in jeans and looser. Swati was in his bridal wear look in. She was awestruck. She had a mischievous smile.She came close to me and bit my chest nipple so hard that I had to scream, “Ooucccchhhhhhh.”She stopped the scream by kissing me. I resisted her. I told her to do the basic seductive things and leave the main course for the night.Then she removed the blouse, and she was in bra and petticoat. My god, I couldn’t control, but I had to. She then removed her petticoat. She was now only in bra and panties. I had a solid-rock underneath my boxers.The sexy. She went down stairs, taking them two at a time, and went into the kitchen. Kylie fixed herself a microwave dinner and grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge. Sipping on her Pepsi she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Lying on the table was a photo album of her and Stephan. She grabbed it and fumbled through the pictures. They were of her and Stephan growing up, tossing the pages as she looked at them, she stopped at a picture from high school. It was of them at their senior. At least the apron covered most of the silk shirt and most ofthe shorts, except for the arms and the entire back.Oh brother, I thought. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but theseclothes are ridiculous.I slipped on the new white espadrilles. The slightly higher heelimmediately felt strange and I didn't like it at all. Thankfully, theydidn't look that feminine except for the slightly higher heel. Idecided to switch back to the black flat espadrilles I had been wearing.Still somewhat.