She was very frank with me as she knew me before marriage. She is a fashion designer and she told me she is also having off that day. Now I understood... this was the day I was looking for since long. I smiled and asked her what to do the whole day. She replied “movie dekhte hai chalo” and she switched on the TV and set a movie on HBO named Italian Job. Then she switched off the lights and lay on sofa. I was lying on adjacent bed. And I could not make my eyes away from her body. She was wearing. I looked at her face and her eyes glazed as she moved up the bed to make room as she spread her legs for me. I moved up… wondering just what I should do. I would have loved to touch her and feel her wetness… or to have discovered the feel of her with my tongue, but she reached out and pulled me to her face… to her waiting lips and a kiss that enveloped me. Her hips became a comfortable saddle and I felt her wetness against my erection… moving against me, urging me, evading me. I could only. When I relaxed, mom continued to act like she was sleeping. I rolled off her and pulled a sheet over us and fell asleep cuddled against her. The next morning, mom was in the shower when I got up. It was a Saturday, so she didn't have to work. When I stepped in the shower with her, she just smiled. We helped each other wash. Her soapy hands caused my penis to get extra stiff. Mom's nipples were also erect after I soaped them a few minutes. We toweled each other off and went to the bedroom. When. ’ ‘Things are going to have to change.’ I began to carefully watch him remove that piece of fabric he called a costume to expose a throbbing erection. I have no idea where it went off too, but the only person that was truly paying attention was Jason. I slowly licked my lips and grasped his manhood in my hands, smoothing the small droplets of white pre-cum across his full tip to create an even gleam. I wanted to suck it off so badly that is made my mouth water like a ravaging hungry hound. I.