There was a silent moment, each appraising the other, he said as if a little overawed, “God mum, you look a million dollars, I wondered, well fantas...zed… what you would wear, if you would be in perhaps a nighty, or something, but this is, is magic …great…thank you so much for bothering mum” he went on that he didn’t quite know what to wear himself, whether to come in his suit or his jim-jams… it was an awkward moment. She put her glass on the mantle-shelf, steadying herself, then turning to him. He was silent. He demanded to know what the hell I was talking about. How was this possible? As reluctant as I've ever been to tell anyone anything, I told him the truth. I had just minutes before caught our son masturbating on the family room sofa, and I climbed on and fucked him. It was his cum inside me. More silence. Deafening silence. His hand remained there. I had no idea what he would do next. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our. Me : Where is your house? I need to meet you now, but I will not take service. I just want to meet you.She : No, that is not possible. We have guards who always keep eye on us.Our conversation continued and she told her name as Shreya. One week passed on, I checked with her by calling whether she remembers the service to be performed. After some days, the actual day came on which I had to do this yoni puja. I called her and she said I had to come to some place in BTM 2nd Stage.I dressed up. When she tried to take her mouth away he held her by hair and forced her to swallow the cum it was so much that some of it came out of the side of her mouth.After Kishore was fully drained he let go of her hair and flopped back on the sofa. I could see that bhabhi was extremely aroused and she started rubbing her pussy from top of her panties. It was time for me to make a grand entry. I took of my clothes and walked in with a big erection even though my cock was a good two inches shorter than.