Or mera bistar kharab hone ke kaaran mujhe maa ke saath sona tha.Maa raat ko night gown me soti he or me sirf shorts me unke bedroom me gaya bina unde...rware dale. Vo sex excitement se pagal ho rahi thi or mujhe bina shirt ke dekh kar unka chehra ajeeb ban raha tha.Mene goodnight keh kar maa ke gaal par kiss kiya or turant annkhe band karke so gaya. Light off ho gayi or vo mere bagal me let gayi. Mujhe unki tez saase sunai de rahi thi.Me intezar kar raha tha par vo kuch nahi kar rahi thi. Fir. He was engaged. He chose not to talk about her, the wedding, the impending plans. It somehow made our friendship seem more fair- it was taboo for both of us, and secrets to be held by only us. One day, I decided to bring him photos of our updated home- we had painted many rooms and added a deck. I walked into his model and told him I had photos. He was with another client and he would be with me shortly. I left the pile of photos on the kitchen counter and proceeded to hide away in the master. “Shit!” she said, “Here is my nice harvest in the grass. Bad boy, come down and help me.”On our knees, we started to collect the red currants. When I looked up, I was stunned to see right in front of my face the upper part of her meaty thighs and in between a bush of black hair under the cockles of her butt cheeks. And no panties, what exciting scenery!While I wondered whether her skirt slipped up unintentionally, her next move answered that doubt. She turned around, looked deeply in my eyes. (I might cum while writing the futher part of the story…)So as she was on her phone, she stretched a bit. She stretched her arms up high and then was back on her phone. However, this time, her tshirt landed in such a way that it exposed a small part of her smooth tummy. God. One couldn’t tell that she was a mother of a 18 year old boy when they looked at that tummy.That caught my glimpse. I too started browsing through my phone , however my eyes were fixed on her tummy. Suddenly , she adjusted.