My mother was a typical Indian housewife whose life revolved around her husband, home & children. As a kid I often wondered why I always found my moth...r sleeping next to my dad in the mornings, when she slept with me at night. Sometimes I had seen my mom coming out of the bathroom smiling while my dad had his morning bath. When I asked her she would always reply that she rubs soap on my dad’s back. As I grew older I understood many things and my parents, too, began to be careful.They gave me no. She couldn't move and when Mark took her hand, Helen wanted to jerk him off and let him spray it on her. She was burning and needed to be loved. No, Helen needed a long, hard fuck by her son and she needed it soon. "What would people think if they saw this?" Helen whispered and didn't see any harm in holding Mark's cock, so she left her hand on him and enjoyed the blood rushing through him.Mark smiled and moved a little closer to his Mum. Her hand stayed on him and it felt like she was about to. I don’t care for basketball. But then, I’m not there to watch the game.I listened as Glenn assured everyone I’s not a hooker. He explained that I’m just an everyday housewife. I’m the wife of a friend who’s a member of a club of which he’s a member. I’m not even a swinger, just a newly converted slut. That really turned the guys on. That, and the fact that I’m attractive and far less than half their age.The men all took off their jackets and ties and waited their turn as the CEO took me in his. I slide my tongue a little lower to indulge him as well. From the base of his cock I return to her inner lips, the place where they merge in one body. I lick the place and feel him sliding in and out, in and out, in… Her dew runs down his shaft and I try to catch the drops on my tongue. Then I feel her hand in my head again, guiding my mouth and holding me in place until I start taking care of her clit. I move my tongue from side to side, circle it with my tongue, bite down a little. She moans.