I am not sharing her real name but will call her Maya. She is married for 2 years and was staying with his hubby in Bangalore for 2 years. He left her... for an onsite work for 7 months. She was staying with her maid as they bought the flat few months back. From chatting with her I understood her frustration and desire for sex. One day I casually asked her if she would be interested to meet me in her place or mine. She did not respond. The next day while chatting she reminded me and said she would. Laura and Tom were approaching their stop. A few more minutes and the fondling would have to stop. Laura decided to move to get off the bus and at the same time catch a glance of the hopefully handsome chap that was fondling her arse. Though she thought, she admitted to herself, it would be more likely to be a pervert rather than someone hunky chap. It was neither. Laura looked into the eyes of a woman with long brown hair removing her hand from Laura’s arse. Tom allowed himself a big grin as. And it wasn't much later that day that our fortune unexpectedly seemed to change for the better. This time a much more cheerful Crystal summoned the whole band to congregate in the hotel bar where the only people there other than us was a bored woman bartender and an elderly hotel guest nursing a glass of bourbon."Good news," announced Crystal with a broad grin and a glass of mineral water in her hand. "We've got a gig arranged next week in New York State." New York again!" Bertha. Joyce would occasionally open her eyes and see the woman in the mirror getting debased by her own son. She hardly recognized herself. And then she’d have another orgasm. Just one after the other.“Okay ... Mom ... here ... it...” Sam sped up his pounding.“Outside.” Joyce looked over her shoulder. Sam had his eyes shut tight, his skinny arms working hard to drive her on his thing. “Not ... uh ... uh ... inside meeeeeee.”“Sorry ... Mom ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.” And Sam came in his mom’s pussy.Joyce.