I was watching the whole thing for abt a half hour until they came to climax. After that mom came back to our room slept near me as did not happen any...thing.After while she became asleep deeply. But it was hard much for me to get asleep again. After some time I don’t know what happened and how I got courage, I started to touch mom’s breast on cloth. She was deeply asleep. So did not react. It’s encouraged me and then I opened her blouse and bra gradually and started to play her tit and then. She shook her head slowly with a smile. She then came closer to me. Closing herself between my legs. She then pushed her face to mine. "After this weekend. We wont be seeing each other 'til Christmas, maybe." She whispered. Our lips only a breaths apart."What are you talking about? We live in the same city. You can call me if you need help... or get lonely." I whispered back."You wanna be my booty call?" She asked whispering. Her hand placed on my chest."We could just call it something else." I. As time goes by it seems its happening less and less, seeing that when we first found this roots rock music style we were in college, now in our mid thirties. That being said, most of these guys are in pretty good shape, have a rock style about them, and some have significant ink. My wife has always thought some were good looking, though never really made much of a thing about it.Over time, I’ve been able to get Karole, my wife, to open up more. After all, I comment on beautiful women, and I. We shook hands and kissed lightly on the lips, then I ran quickly to the bedroom, taking off my clothes on the way.Aunt was rubbing her pussy and pulling on her nipples. Rana watched as I resumed eating out my lying aunt. In a few minutes, Rana was squirming gently as her pussy tingled in desire. Aunt was quick to notice although she was busy with her own need. Between moans, she said, "Rana if you are not comfortable, you can take off your clothes. You can play with yourself, too."Rana was.