That day we didn’t do it again.Next day dad came and he was on leave for that day so he was at home the whole day. But I wanted to do it but was not... possible.So when mom was in the kitchen I went there and spoke to her. Even she said it is tough to do it as dad was there.But as I wanted it badly she told me to come to the bedroom after 10 minutes. So after 10 minutes I went to the bedroom and she came too.She told me that they can’t do it all together so we need to do it in small sessions type.. The fru fru upholstery of the banquet was very feminine. I would have had it replaced on day one, but Lois gave me such a good deal and she was so proud of it that I relented.The front wall of the tiny box was a sofa bed. Even though it was sturdy, it was far to lightweight to be comfortable, It folded out to make an even less comfortable double bed. On top of that I put an eight inch air bed. The air bed made it bearable. The rear of the box should have been a bathroom, but since I didn't feel. At work, Sam just managed to be tolerant of others and would retreat to his office and close the door as soon as possible. But with Anna, if something got him mad, he found a way to bury it and move on, or she would call him on it and he’d back down. It was over coffee at his studio apartment where she said, ‘I’m asking this as a friend and not your decorator. Sam, why is it you’re so full of anger or hate or whatever it is? I could understand if you cried, but why the urge to lash out?’ It was. Sit back, whip your cock out and enjoy this sexstory of my mother’s promiscuity.I have a family of 4 people, my Father, Amma, Me and my younger brother. Ours is a normal South Indian family; we lead happy, contented lives; everything as usual, just like yours. Dad works in a private finance firm, which requires him to go on occasional business trips. Amma is a housewife, she used to teach English in my school earlier, but stopped after my brother was born. My mother is like any other housewife.