I’m not sure if I should look at you as my mother, or like one of those women in the magazines that turn me on.” I responded. Her face softened. �...�Adam, you should still look at me as your mother, especially when I’m not helping you cum, or teaching you about sex. But when I am, I’m still your mother, even if you are getting aroused. If it makes you more comfortable, when we’re doing these things, just look at me as a woman. Like right now, look at my body.”I looked down, taking her all in. Her. "Well, I was getting tired of my fucking husband cheating on me. Then he was stealing from me. And I was getting real tired of him hitting me... Anyways... Caught him with my sister and that was the last straw. The divorce was finalized two years ago, I got screwed over because he can't keep a job, and I've just been struggling ever since." "Holy shit," replied Mark. "I had no idea. What a fucking dirtbag. And, pardon me for being forward, but any boyfriends now?" "Nope. Can't get more than one. Her breasts were trying to burst out of her bra and I helped them by freeing the top portions exposing her nipples pointing upwards. I asked her to raise her hands as that makes the boobs stand up and started sucking the nipples, teasing them by blowing air over them, biting them softly between my teeth and pulling on them. All this while my one free hand was inside her panty playing all over it squeezing the hot lips and fingering her. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter as it got. Hai, kya figure hai, bhagwan ne apne haathon se tarasha hai. Kash ki mein hi bhagwan hota! Kya gol gol mammay, aur gol gol chootad hain. Agar kuchh flat hai toh uska pait. Kamar itni patli, ki jaise chaho ghuma lo. Us patli kamar ke upar woh jhoolte hue bhaari mammay, aur neeche woh chaand jaisi gol gol gaand. Hai, mein mar jawaan! Kab mere paas aa ke kahegi, “ please mujhe chod lo, mujhe tumhara lund apni choot mein chahiye”. Khyaal achcha hai, Ghalib! Jab bhi usko dekhta hoon to paani nikal.