‘I really enjoyed what we did, and…’ The words died in his throat, I picked up my hand and set it down on his leg as a gesture of trust. I wante...d to know what he thought about, what the real truth was, just to get something of a relationship between mother and son back. I just wanted things to be back to a semblance of normality, and talking about this—his and our problems–seemed the way to start healing the broken bond, the only way. ‘And?’ I whispered, but he froze up and went silent. He. His kisses were driving me crazy. “ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I was moaning like hell.He then removed his shirt and I was staring at his manly physique. He kissed me on my lips and v smooched for 10/15 min and lay on bed exhausted. I then stripped off my top and skirt and there I was in bra and panties. He pressed my boobs and a moan escaped from my mouth “oohhhhhh bhaiyya dhire karooooooooooooo oooooohh dard hota hai!!” He tore off my bra and started sucking my nipples. I went mad with. As I clicked on one of the story titles, a different tab opened for the story and the original tab was redirected to another website. It was called Delhi Sex Chat and it had a captivating appearance.There were thumbnails of numerous sexy Indian girls and hot desi bhabhis who were posing in their semi-nude avatars. Before I got to understand what the website was about, my hand had reached for the hard penis to stroke it. Once again, I controlled my urge and began to focus on that attractive. But it was the details that always seemed to kill him. He always seemed to forget birthdays and anniversaries. He did his Christmas shopping every year on Christmas Eve afternoon. He even knew which specialty stores stayed open late, as he had often had to stop and pick up things like a nice bottle of wine or some kind of housewarming gift on his way to a party at around eight or nine at night after Diane had elbowed him in the ribs for forgetting again.Here he was again. No gift, no plans and.