She was having two cups of tea in her hand, one she gave me and the other she started. We were chatting on various subjects and then I started talking... about love and then our topic was sex. She was sitting on sofa. I got up from bed and sat close to her. She looked very great. Suddenly I touched her hand and she blushed. I held her hand and started caressing it. She was enjoying. Then I touched her lips with my finger and asked, I want to kiss you. She did not say anything but closed her eyes.. Mujhe dar lag raha hy or sharam bhi aa rahi hy.meine kaha ab tak jo kiya tab tak sharam nahi ayi?Or dar kis baat ka?Tum aurat ho or mein mard.dono pyase hy.isme galat kya hy?Woh kehne lagi ki kisi ko pata chal gaya to?Meine kaha kaun batayega ?Isi doran meine use bed per leita diya.or upper aaa gaya.sidha hi use lip kiss kiya or uske boobs dabane laga.woh exite ho gayi.usne mere muh me apni jaban ghusani chahi lekin me anadi tha.woh mere teeth per jaban firati rahi.fir meine uski Saree ko. Unlike those selfish whores who fucked men and denied their sons even the sight of their bodies, my mother shared her every experience with me. I was the luckiest son and I had thrown it all away because I was stupid enough to argue with her about things I didn't understand yet. I caved in 4 seconds.Sinking to my knees, I hung me head in shame. "I am sorry mother. I doubted you and I argued with you for no reason. I deserve this punishment" I said. I was crying. "Mom! You are my Goddess and I. So I will begin...Standing outside the Pimm's tent smoking with a cigarette holder, Sun was out, stilettos slowly sinking into the beloved turf, ah well.I had left Rupert inside, what a bore and his Uni chum's.The warm Sun felt good on my face, I was wearing a flouncy dress which complimented my hat, maybe a little too low cut but hey why hide my assets!I was being watched by two chaps, with camera's, they were probably something to do with the media I thought to myself.Ooh they were making a.