I was too afraid to make a move. I satisfied myself by jerking off.As both my parents are working, I used to be alone in my home and she too would be ...lone with her newborn after her husband and elder kid went out in the morning.I sometimes used to play with her kid and the baby also got used to me. She used to come to me without crying. Aunty would ask me to hold the baby for a while when she has some work to do. I happily obliged as it gave me a chance to enjoy her curves in a close proximity. Then suddenly the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively slower process since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat. “Who’s this”? She called out. “It’s me Mom” came her son Deen’s voice. Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn’t have to worry about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the. I understand the hint and start kissing her lips like there is no tomorrow. I start to take her night dress off slowly and kiss her all over her neck while one of my hands is inside her panty. I could feel that she was really turned on as her juices were flowing. I bit her ear lobes slowly and started sucking her boobs. They were so firm and so big too. I could not get enough of them and I kept sucking them and pressing her boobs for 10 to 15 minutes. Then she asked me to lie down on the bed. I hoped."Yeah baby, I need to take a piss", I said strategically."Mmm, sounds good baby", she moaned, just as I'd planned.Knowing the area, I recalled a few dismal spots that yielded enough privacy. Deeming the end of a dirt road secluded enough, I yanked the car in park and exited. I walked into a brush, unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick and waited a few seconds for my piss to flow. "Wait for me," she yelled, as I stood with my back towards her and my legs apart.As expected, she slipped in.