Do you want to get up?" We get out of bed, careful not to wake him and settle on the couch. There are still a couple of wet spots on the cushions and ...n the rug in front of the sofa. She tries to apologize for the mess and offers to help pay for cleaning. "No worries," I answer, "those are not the first and won't be the last wet spots in this house. I've gotten pretty good at dealing with them." I grab a blanket for us, because even though it has gotten a little cold in here, I don't want to. This story would be in multiple parts which will include all my encounters so far.Coming to the story, it’s about my mom Geetha. She is 42 years old now, and her stats are 34c-30-38.It all started 3 years ago, on a summer night. Usually, my parents sleep in their room with AC and I sleep in the hall where I keep the cooler. That day the AC in the bedroom gave me some trouble because of which mom also came to the hall and slept on the floor, while I was sleeping on the. The time had come to put up or shut up. Rudy turned toward Beth and leaned toward her smiling. “You look lovely today,” he murmured, making sure he was loud enough for Shoemacher to overhear. While not in Sophie’s league, Beth was still an alluring, albeit haughty woman. She immediately brightened. “Why, thank you, Rudy! It’s nice to be complimented by such a handsome man!” The two men at the table stared. They both knew Beth as a poised, matter-of-fact individual who had no sense of humor. He had the greenest of eyes, and his chiseled good looks made me melt. He pressed his lips against mine. I couldn’t contain myself. “Turn around and bend over,” Jim commanded. Oh my God! I couldn’t believe he wanted to fuck me with that club. “I don’t do the ass thing, I remarked as I slowly turned around. I leaned forward, my ass and pussy totally exposed. I placed my hands on the seat back of the couch and waited. Jim slipped a finger into my dripping wet pussy. I shuddered in anticipation..