"It's a fantasy! It's crazy, but I'll work through it. Don't you worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid." Everyone has fantasies, Marsha. Fantasy ... . . is part of life, honey, don't shut it out. It can make life bearable until . . . " Carol's voice trailed away. Marsha looked at her strangely. What was her mother trying to tell her?"Until what, Mom?" Jokingly, she asked, "What's your fantasy?"The blush on her mother's face brought her up short. Oh, my God, she thought, Mom's had an affair.. She said no right away, I kept on insisting until she agreed. I couldn’t see her lips wrapped around my cock since I was driving but it felt sooooo good. “Yessss babe! keep sucking. You are amazing” I was repeating it again and again. I could have given her first cum in mouth experience but a sucker started racing with my car. Probably he figured out that Abeera was playing with my cock. She stopped sucking it and we had to go home. The best thing about this experience was that I knew she is. I did not understand what to do next and started pulling her saree.She stopped me and got up and said, “Not like this, wait.”She got down from the bed and she was standing on the floor. I could not control and I went and hugged from behind and kissed her on her back from the top to bottom and her neck.Slowly, I put my hand on her belly and dropped her saree pallu and started pressing the maid’s boobs. She was moaning, “Aaaaahh.. Sampu..Oohh god..”Me: Aunty, I want to see your boobs.Sarasu: Yes. I let out a long, slow whistle of appreciation. She had put her hair up in a sexy kind of wrap that showed most of her graceful neck. Her dress was a little strapless green number that barely covered her breasts and only went down to mid-thigh. It was kind of tight too, it left nothing of her curves to the imagination. The whole thing was completed with a very sexy pair of black heels. "You like," she asked.I could only nod and gulp. I was ready to explode and I could feel myself standing there.