I must have slept well, I noticed it was already 10 o'clock, I could hear mum downstairs working out to one of her fitness DVD'sI came out of my room ...nd made for the bathroom, stopping to peer into my mums bedroom. I stood in the open doorway and looked at her freshly made bed. I found it quite erotic thinking about the major fuck session that was performed right there on that very innocent looking bed.Nursing a semi hard on I ducked into the bathroom just as mum was coming up the. She had put some weight into her essential body parts. Her black nipples were poking through the well-fitting gown.I started noticing two things in suman which I missed earlier. The first being her thick, wide, red lips which can accommodate two big cocks in a single go. The second being her dark, dense, silky and lengthy hairs reaching up to her ass cracks. My next meeting with Suman was about one year later, in my marriage function.I got ready and wore my newly stitched designer blazer.. ..not even a little bit?" Maybe a teensy tiny bit," Connie slowly confessed, "but I could tell he wanted it. His cock was ripping through his shorts to get at me." I'm sure it was. You forget I've seen it myself and am quite sure it is capable of ripping through almost anything he might wear. However, this has got me thinking. You're all so concerned about me...and rightly so. A mother shouldn't just go around boffing her son, but what of you? You're all older, well-established ladies, who have. Reluctantly, I pulled on my shorts and went back into the bathroom to shave, but instead of facing the mirror, I turned so I could watch her dress. First, she powdered and daubed a musky scent between her breasts, on her softly rounded belly, behind her ears, inside her elbows, and inside her thighs. Then she carefully pulled on a loose, gauzy black blouse that ordinarily would have been worn over a conservative black brassiere. Her pink nipples looked like stop signs under that thin, almost.