" Wow, Mom. So what DID happen?" I came downstairs and just before slinking into the living room, I looked in from the dining room. I didn't know that... Leah had come over. She was on the couch with Jason and they were kissing. Not even making out ... just kissing. I just froze and watched for a minute. The light wasn't on in the dining room, so they couldn't see me. Then I sneaked back up here without them knowing I was ever there. I felt like a perverted, obsessed mother who was intruding on. This was a first meeting and a brief one at that. Just a little playing. I spanked her more. I knew the lines and I kept to them. That kind of spanking doesn’t leave marks. I watched her skin and how much she could take. When my fingers slipped into her she let out an a****l groan. The want was palpable. Her body was so primed for sex. Young, wet, tight, bright, hungry, dirty, blushing and wanton. My fingers searched inside of her. The differences in women is fascinating. She has a very. Well I am already getting into too many unwanted details. Let’s start with what interests most people. My family and its chronicles span far too wide to be talked about in an introduction so let’s introduce as we move along. The “she” in line 1, that was our cook pankajam, at 44 years, she has a 44dd breasts 40 waist and 46 hips. Yes, she “is slightly on heavy side. Wears cotton saris from as long as I could remember pankajam mami. I was 14 when the conversation took place. I was moving out of. After reaching office called Jolly and asked if she would like to go out on date because Sushma will be busy till the late evening and she smiled. I took a day off from duty and rushed home and there she was at home as beautiful as ever. She wore a skirt and a thin white top and looked awesome. I stood at the door and looked at her for a while and she asked, what happened ? I was quick to rush in and grab her by her hand and pull her up to my chest and put my lips on her lips. She was.