She stammered an "Excuse me" and left the room.For the next few days, we ignored the situation. Actually, we avoided each other. I think each of us di...dn't know how to react, given the circumstances. Once again, we had crossed a boundary -- the most overtly sexual boundary yet. In the past, it had all been implied. Not this time. My mother had seen me stroking away at myself, my objective: to achieve orgasm.Finally, on the third day of awkward silence, Mom knocked on the door and I covered up. It seemed like she was waiting for me to arrive.“Thanks, aunty!” I said, picking up a cup of tea.“Aunty?!” Sangeeta laughed, “How old do you think I am?” she asked.“Umm… maybe, 25?” I said. She actually looked like she was in her 30’s but I was being polite.“Really?” She said, getting self concious and adjusting her peach colored, sleeveless nighty. “Oh, I don’t look that young!” she said, slapping me lightly on my thighs.“Really aunty, you don’t look a day older than 25.” I said, a little more. As a bonus, the hotel had overbooked so offered a free upgrade to one of their suites. It was on the top floor of the hotel. As they opened their door, they had been greeted with a massive room, with two large windows through which the sunlight had been shining through. In front of one window was a brown leather settee with matching single chair, the other window had a writing desk and carved wooden chair placed to the side of it. A large luxurious bed with big white pillows and white satin. My wife's boss Ronny and his wife Molly Haller got new jobs far from our home town after Molly's scandal; having been fucked in all her openings by a very famous actor in a sex film on the web. Simple reasons had made that film a very popular download in our town. That's why it was impossible for her continuing working as a headmaster at a local school. The local authorities had suggested to her to move further with a salary for two years in her pocket. She accepted, especially when her husband.