He couldn't even count the number of old men she called sugar-daddies.Jamal smoked the dope down to a speck of ash to the tip of his fingers, and fini...shed the bottle of wine. He sat back in the chair and adjusted the crotch of his shorts as his gaze remained on his mother's naked ass."Fuckin' whore," he thought to himself as he adjusted his growing hard-on. "She would fuck anybody." His thoughts were active about the site in front of him.He got up and put the empty wine bottle on the coffee. Hesitant, she agreed to meet the new doctor despite the delicate issue she had.She was rather shy and felt like she would be shamed. Seated opposite doctor Das, Velamma was embarrassed to talk about her issue.“You can trust me like I’m your regular doctor,” he said, trying to create a rapport.“I’m always horny. And my husband says it’s unbecoming of someone my age,” Velamma said as her cheeks turned red.“Your husband doesn’t want a horny wife?” Doctor Das giggled.“Hee hee. That’s cold. Well, he. She showed no reaction. "I'm not threatening you with anything. Cover it up, live your lie, and I won't even say a word of it to you again, let alone Uncle Jim." I pulled her a little closer. Her hand went towards her hip. For a moment, I thought she was going to lift my hand away. But when she laid her hand over mine, she did so tenderly. "All I'll say is that I saw something I didn't expect to see in those pictures, and that's why I'd want to. You positively exude sexuality." I paused for a. "What were you.." Same as you." I cut her off."Oh." she replied sheepishly."Do you....do you want to finish?" I ask."..ok..but you have to come here so I can see."I throw off my blanket and tip toe over to the bed. I sit at the foot of her bed. "Remove your blanket to so I can see." I say. She reluctantly moves it aside. Her pajama pants and panties are pushed down to her ankles. She as a roughly trimmed but somewhat grown bush. She turns the vibrator on again and starts. Moving it in and out..