My buxom mother Kriti had been an object of my fantasies for years. Although I knew it was wrong, and I had battled with my moral dilemma for a long t...ime, I couldn’t stop lusting for my own mother. At 40, she still held a sexy demeanour that most women half her age lack. She kept herself fit by doing yoga and exercises thrice a week. Yet she still had the right amount of fat in the right places.Her tits and ass were still quite firm for her age, and she had an agile body that was always covered. I never had an issue with being on thesmall side, apart from the problems I sometimes had buying clothes, butI'll talk more about that later.After the break up, I took a few days off until the new year. It was thebleakest Christmas I'd ever had, and i was still in a raw state when Igot back to work. I tried to hide it in the office, but my colleaguesknew something was up. Maybe it was the red eyes from crying, orsuddenly getting up in a meeting and heading to the toilet whensomething set me. .. the bastard croaked. Dead men tell no tales ... my version was the only story ... and the rapidly developing black eye. Ouch.Fairly soon a second inflatable was tied up to the Flint. This one was the Captain’s Barge.“I knew that young man was trouble,” the captain said. “Politics and influence. I didn’t know he was armed. The easiest way to handle this is to weight him down with something heavy and drop him over the side. Washed overboard while on watch. Yes ... that will satisfy.”The. "Yes mistress." I replied in a soft moan.She wanked me harder, I started thrusting against her hand, my eyes closed, enjoying the sweet pleasure."That's enough sweetie." She said firmly, letting go of my cock.I looked at her with big sad eyes."I might touch it again later, if you're a good boy." She said even more firmly. "Now turn around and present your ass to me."I nervously turned around to give her access. She squeezed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and spread them. I could feel her eyes.