But deep down she was guilty that she was fucked by her own son. Sujata excused herself and turned over, her back facing her son Adil. King Adil was s...ill horny. He moved close to his mother on the bed throwing his legs over her humongous thighs.He pinched her nipples causing a lot of pain and he bit her lips very painfully. Sujata broke the kiss and asked her son to sleep. She said that she’s too tired for another round of sex. Adil: I’m sorry mother but I want to fuck you again.Sujata: I’m. Beautiful sex-starved and dazed. Her lips were amazing, but I thought about what this was and refrained from kissing her. I needed her hips. They called to me. My cock needed to meet her thick fleshy lips. "are you ready" I asked and she nodded. Her pussy was practically a river of glistening clear and white love butter. I almost laughed at how stupid the question was. She was ready. Her pussy screamed "Ready", and now I was ready to cheat on my woman 100%. With her sister no less. It all made. ’ It was stated much more eloquently than I could ever write and contained words that I could only hope to receive. I exhaled what seemed like a gale and took a deep breath to replace the one I had been holding for over a week. Come on, guy, breathe in, breathe out. Dear God, you’ll give yourself a heart attack. Calm down to a nervous wreck, at least. You have to survive until she returns this coming spring. Her words seemed to give me an open license to expand my plans for our reunion. I did. A small damp spot had appeared on Janice's panties. While we had been talking, and I had been getting myself worked up looking at her crotch, she had become excited too. So, the open display wasn't entirely innocent then. She was getting off on the fact that she was exposing herself, and making me hot. Harmless fun, I suppose, but perhaps I won't tell my wife.I was about to stand up, and be on my way, when Janice suddenly changed to conversation, to her low-life ex. It would be rude to go.