It hardly made a difference around the house until I got to be about eight or nine. We would often run around naked or at least partly so with not a t...ought about it. But, well, it pretty much coincided with when I started getting erections, there were new rules around to dress more carefully though there were plenty of lapses, especially about wearing underwear around the house.Once I got to be about nine or ten, I, like so many of us boys, really began to discover just how good it felt to rub. I asked her to get fresh after juice, and then take some rest. And when she enters the wash room, to get fresh, she left her clothes back on the couch. And after 5 minutes she asked me to give me clothes from her bag, which ever I want to see her in. I got surprise, as she is alredy in a mood, and I pass her sari, which she brought with her.This is red and pink in shade, with which she has a big deep neck blouse and from back that blouse is just covering her bra strap. She looks the hottest. We both graduated with first-class degrees but it was really hard work for the three years that we were on our courses. We had no children by choice, something which I came to regret before too very long. We had recently moved to a rather nice four-bedroom detached house in the better part of town. Things were all looking rosy for us. We had a house warming party for our many friends. That was quite a night. I took a couple of weeks off work. There were things that needed to be done. I noticed that the shower had stopped. When? I wondered, hobbling to my room, pajamas almost down to my knees.I woke up with Mom splayed over my cock again. It was just after four in the morning, like the last time. I hadn’t expected her after her parting remark. Had she changed her mind or planned this all along? Who cared? I started fucking her slowly, like before.“Faster,” she urged, displeased. “Come on, fuck me harder.”I thrust faster and harder, lifting us both off the bed. It wasn’t.