I have been a huge fan of ISS right from the start.I have a thing for mature woman as they always fascinate me with their raw passion.Enough about me ...ets get to the story and make it short.This story is about Swati(name changed).I moved to Pune to have a fresh start with my job and relationship was not ready to get in a relationship cause good girls they have their own way of getting in your head but yeah sex the very essence of life keeps us longing for more.The first day I moved in the flat. “Put your finger in me Jane, feel how wet I am for you”.God she was wet, my inexperience made me think she had pissed herself. I pushed my finger deep in to her and she just moaned louder and louder. “O kiss me, kiss me” she pleaded. I straighten up to kiss her lips and she pushed me down “not on my mouth Jane, where you know I like it” and she pushed my face in to her cunt. Again my inexperience told but from her moans I soon found out what she liked and did not like.She held my head firmly. Although I knew it was wrong, Ienjoyed this sinful contact with my teenage son.I convinced myself that if I did not acknowledgeit, I could pretend it was not actuallyhappening.Finally, with the wine’s assistance, Idrifted off to sleep in the arms of my son, hiserect penis pressed firmly into my buttocks. Itwas a wonderfully intimate moment that veryfew mothers will ever enjoy with their sons. AndI was convinced then, as I am now, up to thatpoint, I had not done anything too terriblywrong; I had. At last, she muttered, ‘Yeah, we should get to be in love with whoever we want.’ She mentally kicked herself for offering such a lame answer. Lisa was on a mission and she would not be denied. ‘We should get to make out with whoever we want, too, boys, girls. You ever wonder what it’s like? Making out? Kissing and stuff?’ Don’t screw it up this time, she admonished herself. ‘Yeah, I have. Thought about it, not done it.’ Lisa eyes sparkled impishly. ‘Wanna try it? Kinda like practice?’ Karen.