Occasionally she’d glance over at me and smile. I now had my sweats pulled down, freeing my hard cock. I was slowly jacking off while my wife talked...with her mother. My wife in turn had pulled up her night-shirt to show me her tits. This went on for about ten minutes until I heard my wife say: “Mom I got to go. Something has come up. See you Friday when I get off work.”My wife turned the telephone off. Sit it down, got out of the recliner, walk over to the couch, got on her knees and before. There she started rummaging her suitcase and came out with a golden color silk sari. She had brought it for special occasion. Holding the sari over her as she looked at her reflection she again felt warm sensations engulf her body and as she turned, her gaze fell upon the wardrobe which was slightly ajar. Curiously as she opened it she found it stacked with her daughter-in-laws clothes. On impulse, as she pulled the small drawers she found a variety of inner garments which dazzled her. She. Vicki began to show signs of beauty early on and I found myself being attracted to her and all through our teenage years I had feelings that, at the time, I thought was love but looking back at them now, they could be described as lust. I frequently jacked off in the bathroom as I secretly fantasized about have sex with her: the thought of sliding my hard cock into her sweet pussy fascinated me and filling her with my cum was always on my mind. I recall one time going to the lake and for the. "How do we do this?" she asked in a slightly slurred voice.Having established the procedure, I got to my knees and tilted my head back. "Uhm, just walk up to me," I said, shocked at myself that I was explaining to her how to use my mouth as her urinal."Okay," she said. She dropped her jeans and shuffled up to me with bowed legs, pressing her twat against my mouth like it was a urinal for females.Again, it was over quickly. I stood and swallowed the last of her pee while she pulled her jeans up.