What if someone was blackmailing her, holding her accountable to all her deepest darkest desires? She thought long and hard about that as she bought h...erself off for the second time tonight. When she had calmed down a little she really did start to think of the reality of this, was it really possible, could it really work? If she wanted out, she could just go to the police or other authorities and tell them she was being blackmailed surely? But then, what if the blackmailer was anonymous,. “Shall I go pop some shorts on?” I asked looking down at the big bulge in the front of my boxers this obviously forced her to glance down before answering, “Nah” she said, “You’re cool, they look like shorts anyway” which to be fair they do only thinner and shorter and has a buttoned opening at the front which has a habit of popping open!, still fair play and we went into the kitchen to make some coffee.I had to giggle when she sat down on the stool as that was the stool that her daughter was. " She hurried into the dressing room, returning a couple of minutes later. "What about now?" Chris felt his heart flutter. He could see that she had removed the bra. Her nipples were hard and poking though the top. "Mu... much better," he stuttered. "What about this," she said and turned her back to him again. No panty line. Chris couldn't help the erection that grew in his pants when he realized that his mother was naked under the outfit. There was nothing between his eyes and her naked body. The four of us sat in a round, with Latha (and her enticing boob) diagonally opposite to me and Amar and Mom facing one another. In this bizzare situation, I have forgotten to mention about Amar. Amar was finding it a hell of time to conceal his bulge. It was clear that he was not wearing anything under the lunghi and his lunghi was obscenely protruding at the vital point. So he refused to get up from the sitting position on the floor, lest his erection be fully evident. The whole situation was.