" He said while pinching her nipple that elicited another moan. "But tell me what you want the lund for...?Nodding her head, as if pointing towards he... crotch "I want him inside me, Babuji". Her voice besieging, almost begging in lust."Kahan .... naam bolo (Where...name it)?" Balwant had that impish grin when he asked her where she wanted his lund, and she had to say the right but unutterable word. For her, that was the most intimate part of her womanhood. Even that did not stop him from. . um..." I was stammering, my mind not really on the paper in front of me."Is that a W... or a V honey?" he asked, his hand slipping to my ass.I wasn't really looking at the printed article. I was only aware of his warm hand as it ran over the contour of my butt. When I eventually looked toward him, there was a pleasurable smile on his face. I did nothing to stop him; I wasn't going to stop him... not this time. When he saw no resistance, his smile became a grin and he grew more and more. I froze in mid-turn toward the sink, processing her words and struggling to them to what I had expected. Silently, loathe to betray my frustration, I went to the fridge, filled her glass just over half full, and took it back to her. Mom grasped the glass but didn't acknowledge my kindness with even a glance. She read for another half a minute, then downed the glass in a single gulp. My heart surged.Mom set her Kindle aside and stretched. She looked at me and smiled. That easily, she tossed. She had on a sleeveless light blue dress above four inches above her knees. Her legs were covered in black pantyhose and she had chosen a pair of sexy black stilettos. I lifted the hem of her dress to see what she had on under it.The pantyhose was shear to the waist and she was not wearing thong. Her freshly shaved pussy was easy to see underneath...I asked if she had plans to show off her pussy and Ana slapped my hand away, saying that she would show off; but her main plan was getting one of.