There was no way the boy could have missed what had been going on, and Lauralee's insides drew themselves into shameful knots. Her son had seen his mo...her making homosexual love to his new bride, and nothing could ever change that.Shivering, here face flushed and her heart racing, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to regain some measure of control over her tumbling mind. There was simply no excuse for what she had done, for the things she had allowed to happen to her. Main bola: Lekin aap kaise?Maa boli: Main teri maa hu, mujhse kuch na chhupaya kar. Jo tera mann hai bol diya kar.Main mann hi mann mein samajh gaya tha, ki maa mere lund par fida ho chuki thi. Maine bhi soch liya tha, ki ab main apni maa ko chod ke hi rahunga. Fir thodi der mein maa oil le aayi. Mere paas aake wo boli-Maa: Chalo beta, tum aaram se let jao, main tel laga deti hu. Acha hamare beech kuch bhi baat ho, tum usko baahar kisi ko nahi batana.Maine kaha: Ok maa.Fir maa ne mera auzaar. I wondered how each of them had done and made note to ask at the end. My first impression two weeks ago was that Jeremy and I had very similar tastes, but now, I was a very different person. I of course imagined what each one looked like without their clothes, but I'd seen them all naked last week. Knowing they'd happily disrobe felt delicious, but I left that desire alone. There was plenty of time to indulge in those ideas. Kristen would clearly be glad to help organize it.Kristen had prepared. It was show time. I slipped out of my raincoat and hung it on my hat stand.“Enter” I almost-barked.When she entered, I was leaning against the desk, facing away from her. Instead of my customary wool skirt and jacket I wore a bright red dress with sleeves, but which left my shoulders bare. The skirt was indecently tight, highlighting my ass, which was also complimented by my four-inch heels. Beneath the dress I wore no bra, and although she couldn’t see them, only the skimpiest of bikini.