My mom is always braless and wore cotton thin blouse at home so her nipples are visible through her blouse and one day he comes to our home at morning...and sit on sofa after some time mom come to give him tea while putting tea on small teapoi her pallu drops while bending in front of him at that instant he stares at her cleavage and nipples like hungry wolf.She meanwhile shortly put her pallu on shoulder and he smiles at her so she instantly moves in kitchen that moment happened in front of me. After sometime I removed her pajami(lower). She was in black panty. I was madlykissing on panty. When I removed it, there were long hairs on the pussy. I kissed on pussy but could not lick it due to smell of love juice.I entered my middle finger in the pussy and started rolling it. She was totally mad and was pressing her hand on my head. She was moaning in low voice but she was enjoying it a lot. After that she started kissing me madly all over. I removed all my clothes and she was enjoying my. In my younger days I had played around with many differentaspects including BDSM, cross-dressing, bi curious times and the like.So needless to say, by the time I was 30 I had little interest in plainvanilla sex. With the ease of access to all these and other kinkythemes via the Internet, I was now in hog heaven. I could see as manypictures as I wanted, place personals in order to meet people or havehot e-mail exchanges as well as a host of other activities.Well like any sexual need, it became. She realized it and stopped me there. But I ignored that went on giving her a massage.Shreeja: Enough, stop it!Me: Let me do it fully, or the pain will come back.She didn’t say anything and in a second, I moved my hands over her thighs, lifting her nighty near her pussy and exposing her milky legs. She was resisting but she was turned on as well. I knew I was in control. She bit her lips and put her head back on the sofa. This was the green signal for me.Shreeja had not felt the touch of a man.