I used to ask her to come with us and to change her clothes in my house. In my house there is a room next to my bathroom. She changes her clothes in t...at room and I use to sneak in that but I could only get the glimpse of her in bra and panty. Then I knew that her boobs were so massive and his ass asking to be fucked. I became mad and I wanted to have her.But months passed and I didn’t got an opportunity. One day my parents had to go out of station for some days. Then they asked her to stay at. My dad went and I was waiting in the living room and my mom was getting dressed in the bedroom. When she came, I was mesmerized. She was looking gorgeous.Mom was wearing a net saree, very thin mangalsutra, matching bangles, and four inches pencil heels. I complimented her and she smiled very gracefully. She was not looking like my mom. She was looking like she just got married some months ago.We went to the parking. She sat in the front seat of my car. I was not able to stop ogling at her. We. She was now grabbing the top of my head and lifting her little ass off the ground, thrusting her hips, and smooshing her pussy harder and harder into my mouth that was completely enveloped with her long thick pussy hair. I began to feel a subtle but an ever increasing quaking emanating from deep inside her loins. The small shivering began to turn into an all over shaking that gripped her entire body. She let out a series of sharp yelps and pulled violently away from my tongue that was still. She could no longer find the drive that had driven her up the ranks. Cynicism had quelled her desire. The meeting with the Iranian ambassador’s secretary was especially painful. He was a hardliner and thought the administration was insulting him by providing a female contact. It was all she could do not to slap some sense into him. Half the damn world was women and the idiot thought them unworthy of making decisions. He spent most of the meeting refusing to speak English, though he had.