In the evening, Ronit came in his car, picked me up from my home. He first hugged me in the car, gave me chocolates, and made me comfortable. I got co...mfortable with him. We reached his flat and no one was there except me and him.He smiled and said, “You are looking damn hot, aunty.”I smiled and asked him whether we should directly head to his bedroom. We went inside his bedroom. My daughter’s bf started removing his pant and shirt and laid himself with just his underwear on.He asked me to. Nhi mai chod skta hu bs is time nhi unke bete k hote hue nhii. Lekin iske bad? Khin or? Oh god! Imaginations meri bhot hi sir ghumane vali thi.Isme koi shk nhii tha k Anita Masi ek kamuk aurat thi. Itni buri ki vo itni sundr thi, or unki vo tight-assed body aur puri duniya ko maat dene vale 2 globes. Lekin vo mom ki trh bhot lgti thi, Main khud ko ye sochte hue pata tha k ye dono kitni similar hain, or Mom inki jgh hoti to kesa hota. I know ye ek proper thought nhi hai.Jese ki ap logon ka. , on occasions we’ve tried a few things but...”“Has Mom ever tied you up before fucking you Jake?”“Yes, we have done some of that Emma.”“Mom said you’re well endowed ; is that true Jake?”I felt uneasy discussing the sex I indulged in with her mother but I replied, “Well; she did say I was a lot bigger than her late husband; and that she found it more satisfying.”Emma smirked but didn’t say any more.Draining her glass, she rose and stretched luxuriously before me, “I’m going to study a while. He pushed her down, now on top of her, with his hands still firmly on her neck, and his lips and tongue steadily exploring the soft curves of her neck and shoulders. She started with a small cry of protest, her hands digging further into his hair, as he bit her, right where her shoulder met her neck. He squeezed a little more tightly and the cry turned into a purr, his kisses upon her neck appearing more pronounced than ever. Each one left a burning imprint upon her and excited her more. Her.