On my way to bed I did my usual check for Diana on Ari’s computer but the room was dark. Once in bed I lay there under my covers, stroking myself, a...nd thinking of how Mom looked this morning as she sat on top of me having her orgasm, how it felt inside of her.I heard a noise and looked up to see Mom standing in my doorway. I jerked my hand away from my cock. How long had she been standing there? Had she seen what I was doing? The light in the hall backlit her so that I could see the silhouette. Somebody untied her ankles so the could pull her legs up. She felt two men holding her legs, one each and spreading her for a third man and there was a fourth man because a cock appeared at her mouth and forced its way in. They were taking turns fucking her and having her suck them. She felt cum after cum filled her pussy. Someone took a small butt plug and lubricated in her pussy and then slide it into her ass. She didn’t know how long it went on and she lost count of the times that she. I said, “No one knows us here and besides these are way more convenient than Indian.”I picked up a yellow top for her along with a pink skirt and asked her to try them on. She was too ashamed but I pushed her into the trial room. She came out and I was stunned once again. She looked way more hotter and gorgeous than she did in the saree.The mall-helper there complimented her too and said, “Your husband sure has great taste.” To this, we both were surprised and looked at each other but before we. “That’s still only fifteen, probably, and we’re fourteen.”“Well it’s not just about age,” I ignored that probable fib. “There are other kinds of relationships, where people just like or care about each other, like you with friends of your parents or your friends’ parents, or teachers, and it’s not about sex.”“I bet we could make it about sex,” said Evelyn.“I’m not saying you couldn’t,” I looked at her stroppy little face, “just that’s not what last night was about, from my point of view.”“You.