I was now enjoying myself in spite of the relentless chattering in the background. Mom seemed to be feeling the effects of my stimulation as it distra...ted her from the constant noise being emitted by Grandma as well.We headed back to the car for our last leg of the journey and took our positions. This time, however, I took the blanket and covered us as soon as we entered the car. Mom and I immediately cuddled together and I kept us warm by my constant fondling of mom's aroused body throughout. I touched it with oily fingers. She started shouting ‘please no please no’s told her ‘ abhi to Maine kuch kiya hi nahi he plz be strong kuch nahi hoga’ then i entered my 1 oily fingure in her ass hole. Wow it’s too tight. She started moaning. As I was standing near the bed my dick was touching her vagina. She told me ‘midland please keep distance from my vagina, I don’t want to take any risk ‘I said ok. And I placed my huge oily penis on her ass hole .once again she told me please dhire karna.. He did this with my left boob too. Now I was started to enjoying this. We were French kissing. Both of us were on fire. We were moving all over. Then he slowly started going down. All the way from middle of my boobs to my navel. He rounded his tongue. And inserted in my navel. Uuummm uuuuhhhhhhhhhh aahhhhhhhhh. Ooohhhhhh yessssssss. It feels soooooo goooood. Don’t stop. He would circle my navel and then probe me. I was in heaven. Then he went further down. He smelled me over my panty. I was wet. We’d been drifting apart since Kyle died. It’s a story you’ve heard before, I’m sure. Kay and I got married before we knew each other well; we were really little more than kids, now that I think back on it. She got pregnant with Kyle before we were even engaged, so it was really Kyle who was the reason we got married in the first place. When he was gone, so was the bond we’d had. We’d talked about adopting a kid, but she was against it.And we realized that we weren’t in love with each other.