She looked gorgeous in it. She twirled for me."What do you think?" It's fantastic. You look fabulous, and your bum does not look big at all." I didn't... ask that and you're not supposed to be looking at my bum, well not yet anyway. What about these?" She struck a pose with her hands on her hips emphasising her bust. I happily looked long and hard, looked away, and then with an exaggerated movement looked again."That was the second look, and it was definitely worth it." You like it then?" I moved. Meri biwi ki mini skirt kaafi uper ho rakhi thi aur woh us rickshaw wale ko apni taangon ka pura nazara de rahi thi…..Woh rickshaw wala ghurne lag gaya tha jaise abhi he gaadi se nikaal ker chod dega……Maine us bola, kya hua pasand aayi kya….Haan ji sahab yeh toh bahut sunder hai….Aapki girlfriend hai kya….Nahin yeh meri biwi hai…..Chal kaam ki baat karte hain….Tere paas rs 50 hai toh baat ker aage……Haan ji sahab hai per aap kya karoge….Aap toh aamir ho…..Haan per phir bhi free mein kuch nahin. I smiled inside, knowing I had almost three inches left to give her. "Oh God." She sighed.My meaty invader wormed further into mom's creamy depths until I felt my tip nudge snuggly against her cervical ring."Oh my God, sweetie, you just kissed your mother's womb." She sighed."Wow, this feels incredible, mom." I gasped."Oh honey, it gets a lot better." She smiled.Mom brought her massive chest down onto mine, sandwiching her tits between us. She gazed down into my eyes with a look of shear. Tabithaspoke of her in tones of hushed reverence.They had lived in a vast house in the Cotswolds, called Flint House.My Mother hated it and yearned for a life outside of the sterileconfines of her wealthy upbringing. She was the black sheep of thefamily. The one that brought boys back to the house in the dead ofnight. The one that got expelled from school at 15 for showing upinebriated, in a sadly portentous sign of the future.My Mother drank herself to death. Her favourite was Martini, but.