My dad is a flight attainder and he always gone for days and sometimes weeks, and me and mom always alone at home, so I will take any chance just to t...ouch her, hug her and kiss her on the cheeks. This happened when I was 17 years old; she was maybe on her early forties. It was a week end and we woke late that morning, I went to the kitchen wearing a white T-shirt and pink panties, to really get very surprised to see my mom at the kitchen table leaning forward with her black sexy lingerie’s. My. Over coffee we talked and I found out that she was one of five kids and was attending school on a handful of scholarships. Her major was Business Management and she was carrying a 3.85 GPA. She shared an apartment with three other girls and she couldn't wait until she graduated, got a decent job and could finally live alone.I told her all about me and then asked her out. She looked at me for several seconds and then said:"Know this about me Rob; I'm a no bullshit girl. I won't put up with any. ‘You can call me Rowe. What’s your name,’ she asked. ‘George, and you can call me George,’ I replied heavily. She rose and waddled over to the kitchen and looked in. ‘Not bad,’ she commented. ‘By the way, something’s burning on the stove.’ ‘Oh God, I’ve forgotten all about the meal I was cooking.’ I rushed into the kitchen and retrieved the pan, just about saving the contents from total incineration. ‘You cook?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Not married?’ ‘No.’ ‘You have been.’ ‘Yes…how do you know?’. She was standing in front of the mirror with her wet blouse and petticoat on. She was busy drying her hair with a towel. I could see her shapes properly as the clothes that she was wearing were drenched in water. I went towards her and hugged her from behind. She was shocked to see me there.Aunt: Rishi, what are you doing here? What if your Mom sees us together? Please go out. (she pushed me away)Me: Mom is busy in the kitchen preparing food. She will not know.I kissed her lips,.