Tell me that it’s none of my business and I’ll let it drop. But, we used to tell eachother everything. The good and the bad. And I think I know yo... pretty well. You aren’t yourself and I’d like to help if I can.”Wringing her hands on her lap and not looking back towards Cindy, Jenna softly replied,”There is something ... something on my mind, but...” her sentence trailing off into silence.Jenna took a deep breath and rubbed the palms of her hands along her thighs to try and calm down. She knew. I’m back with another story of mine. Those who don’t know about me, then please go through my previous stories. Now coming into my incident, this story is about me with my friend’s mother. Yes, guys, it’s true. Her name is Ayesha and 45 years old. She is the perfect milf and doesn’t look too fat. Her son is a friend of mine and I’m not new to her family. Her husband works in one of the MNC company and moves to nearby cities because of his work. For every Muslim festival, I was invited by them. I do and she takes my cock in her hand and licks the tip with her tongue. Little flicks of her tongue at first and then she put it in her mouth. She is sucking it up an down and using her hand too. It feels wonderful and I want to fuck her so bad. She stops and tells me to make love to her.She rolls over on her back and spreads her legs to accept me. She reaches down and takes my cock and puts it in her pussy. She is wet and hot. I slide it in her pussy, a little resistance at first, then it. She grabbed a cart and headed towards the produce section to find someone interesting. There was a good looking, nicely dressed gentleman who was maybe 6 foot with well groomed dark hair and a goatee looking at the asparagus. She walked past him to let him catch her scent. She paused momentarily as she went by and said "Good morning".He looked up and smiled at her "Good morning" His eyes lingered on her as she walked by. He watched her butt sway back and forth as she walked past, then his eyes.