Our eyes were locked but I was concentrating on watching him pleasure himself in my peripheral vision. Our lips met with our mouths open and our tong...ues collided and seemed to wrestle for position. His face tasted like my pussy, and his morning beard tickled me, but I loved his kisses. They were passionate and he seemed to lose himself in the moment, as if time stopped. I relieved his hand with my right hand, stroking him palm up while he kissed me. His hands grabbed my face while he gently. Also if some of you have read my recent stories you know that about two months ago I started having sex with my son, Mark, the 23 year old. Well as usual Nick was leaving on a trip to of all places Las Vegas for a conference where I love to go and party. He asked me to go with him, but with work and all I declined and stayed home. I took Nick out to the airport then as I was driving back home I called Mark to see if he was free for the evening or a couple days. You know by now what I was. Then I asked, “what about you?” He told, “I had a wonderful experience at my village, with a girl, when studying in college, before joining service.”I got excited and said, “Please tell in detail if you can”. He started and the story went like this. While studying in college, I stayed in village at my grandmother’s house. There I and my grandmother stayed alone. As my grandmother was very old, one servant maid of middle age come to our house to help my grandma in cleaning house, washing. It was my bhabi who taught me the whole thing. It all started one day when I got back from my school. Let me tell you something about my bhabi. She was 29 years old, 5’5” tall, well built with nice round ass and a pair of bouncy juicy boobs. She usually wears saree or salwar kurta when she goes out, but at home she wears a nice short kurti and a pair of tights with no bra and panty. This dress she wears only when she was alone at home, other time she wears saree.Now let me start the story…It.