Ashwini started rubbing her palm over her pussy, she was also playing with her nipples with her other hand. I was really hard at this point. I too sta...ted rubbing my dick, slowly stroking it.She then started fingering herself, I could see her getting wet. She had a slim body type, she had a 32B bust size with a 26 waist and a 32 hip size.Her body was writhing as she fingered herself, she was beginning to let out small moans.We both were staring into each other’s eyes as we played with. After a while perhaps aunty got a slow nap so her left hand being removed from my shoulder got struck to my hard penis. Immediately she removed her hand from there and lifted her whole body from me. So I felt myself ashamed and simultaneously thought what aunty would think about me as what a kind of boy I am that in such a sad condition I was also getting hard on. But I was helpless. So I kept myself silent. After a little moment aunty again kept her hand this time on my lap. I did not tell. Then outrage flooded her– how could he do this? His hand had slipped under the panty and passed through the neat little triangle of hair, slipping down further into the furrow of her slit, over her clit as it glided down to her opening to insert the top digit of his index finger inside. It happened so quickly her gasp of surprise was cut off by the unexpected sensation from her clit, her thighs clamped closed to no avail, her front passage closed around the finger which had pushed inside and. I decided to leave my mark and put it on her nipple and her nightie. I leaned over to give her nipple one last kiss and walked back to Matt’s room.As I was walking I realized what I had done. I couldn’t believe it that I just sleep m*****ed my friend’s mother. As I walked passed Matt’s room, unmoved from where I last saw him, a sense of pride came over me. I passed out in Matt’s room and woke at about eight o’clock. I looked around and saw Matt still passed out. I decided to go to the bathroom.