I was a little surprised to find that I could tell the difference in how clothes fit me. I wondered if I had always known or it was part of the tuneup... I just didn't find it important enough to dwell on. I slipped into a pair of my jeans which also fit me better than those provided by anyone else. The others were either skin tight or baggy. Mine just seemed to feel right.Even though I didn't plan to leave the house for a while, I slipped into the upside down shoulder rig for the small .38. To. An old man jagdish was appointed as driver. Sometimes if Sanjay is busy in the shop, my father used to ask Jagdish to bring food. It so happened my Mother fell sick. My father took her to the doctor in the hospital. The doctor asked her to be admitted for check up and treatment.Since there was no relatives are available to look after mother, father himself stood as by stander. I was alone at home. My father asked Sanjay to take care of the house. He willingly agreed. I sent food through him to. Don't you want to fuck me, Daddy? I know Mommy doesn't fuck you like she use to. I never hear you anymore. Daddy, please?" she begged me. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't get the thought of her tight pussy out of my mind.Suddenly I didn't have a choice anymore. She climbed on top of me and pushed her sticky pussy into my face. I could see the juices running down her legs as I plunged my tongue into her. She tasted better than I could imagine...so sweet. I ran my tongue around her clit and. .. and if that wasn’t enough, her own son was going to watch. I also wondered if she would rather have been alone. Probably so. But while I was sympathetic to the need for privacy, wild horse could not have dragged me out of that room.I was staring at my mother thinking that she was the most gorgeous and sexiest woman I had ever seen. She had on a black bikini bottom and top. It left most of her buttocks exposed and showed the creamy swells of her gorgeous chest. I was could already see.