My son’s wife was quite pale compared to our wheatish color (my son and myself). Her boobs were small but perfectly shaped like raw mangoes. Her thi...ck dark hair was hanging on the right shoulder, reaching her waist, covered by her saree pallu.As they came closer, I gave a handshake to my son. He moved forward and gave me a hug and next second, my DIL came and hugged me with her cheek touching my left cheek. It was normal in Goa to greet like this but I was still shocked.My hand had patted her. ”I raised my eyebrows rapidly in what I was sure a sexually suggestive manner that she wouldn’t be able to refuse.“Whaddya say, Jill?”Time out.You, the reader, are probably asking yourself, “Who the fuck is Jill? Isn’t this story about Beth? When does the sex start? Will there be blowjobs?” Jill is the girl who’s way too awesome for the likes of me! At least, at this point in my life. The sex will be here when it gets here, settle down. And yeah, blowjobs. Anyway, back to the action...“Aw, Jim.. Mom was at a loss. I had thrown her off of her game, and she had to make a decision, and decide if she was willing to give up her dominant position. She would also have the challenge of figuring out how to keep up the charade if she really wanted to. I decided that I would play dumb and go along with whatever lame requirements she had if she wanted to keep "Angela" alive.Mom said that she would give Angela a call and see if she was okay with that arrangement. I enjoyed the sun a little longer. I slowly opened my eyes and found Jason looking over at me biting his lip. I smirked at him and motioned for him to come with my finger. He smiled and walked out the door. Moments later there was a knock on the front door. I hurried over to answer it. I smiled. ‘I made you come with one finger image what I can do with five,’ I said pulling him inside. He laughed and kissed me. Jason lifted me up and brought me over to the sofa. I took off his shirt and pants as he fondled with my breast. My.