It took me a while to wrap my mind around all this, but when I did I found myself smiling at the thought. After all, who was I to judge my own mother ...hen I'd been harboring my own dark secrets. Curious, once again looking back, I rummaged through another box discovering even more diaries, looking for one in particular. It was the year I had gone into the service, remembering another weekend when I had actually driven mom up to see her sister, and where I of course had gone in order to say. I knew it was Gwen and that she was nude though she politely did not push at me from behind. As it was I was quickly aroused making it more difficult to control my stream but she managed anyhow. When I was done my erection raged like it never had before. The entire area ached from the intense arousal. Gwen continued to hold me from behind while turning me back toward the bedroom. Her touch. Her strokes had me enslaved to passion. I knew how to stroke myself, how to bring about my own pleasure. So, I got dressed and left her house, but this thing becomes a daily routine. From that day onwards, I used to visit her house in the evening from Monday to Friday and have sex with her. Until one day.A few months passed, having sex with Saroj. One day while I was fucking her, Surbhi, her daughter-in-law, walked in upon us and found us having sex on the couch. She got very angry and walked into her room directly without saying anything.Saroj rushed into her room nude and start talking to her. ’As Sheila unwrapped our catered dinners on the jet, I asked her, “What about Andy? Have you gotten together with him since the barbecue?”“No. No time, although we acknowledged that we’d like that. Margo told him she would like to be there too, preferably with you doing sexual things to her. Maybe you should do another barbecue before the weather gets cold.”“I’ll talk to the social secretary.” I couldn’t help but notice how having sexual relations with others in our close proximity was taken as.