She smiled back.I moved about the table playing shots, then, as I bent down to take another I felt a hand brush across my butt. I looked around."Sorry..." Helen said with a smile and a pair of very erect nipples.I smiled, bent down to take the shot, and felt her hand on my butt again. This time stroking. I felt my cock stirring in my tight jeans.I took the shot and stood up, turning to face her. Our bodies were very close together, her, a little shorter, looking up into my eyes. Our bodies. I guided his head towards my flowering asshole. and with some discomfort he was in. I stood there with my hands against the opposing wall. There was no way I was going to let this moment pass. I worked the head in and out for what seemed like minutes. And he was deeper and deeper with each stroke. Until he was fully inside me. His cock throbbed. My ass ached for that moment. He began to stroke in and out. Until it was full 10” strokes. I began to move with him. I could hear him. He was telling. Occasionally I used to scold her to make her pay attention to the study. Priya tried to divert my attention on those upsetting moment by revealing her upper body to me.By that time probably she was affirmed my weakness towards her boobs. She used to smile and leave a couple of her kamiz button open for me. In few instances, she used to leave her left breast on the table corner, open; while leaning towards me on her both elbows. My body used to stiffen, a swift current used to flow over my whole. After I was born, the parties stopped, completely. Dad was not only exhausted from helping Mom take care of me, but trying to take care of her needs too. At one point Dad was so tired that he almost had to go to the hospital. That's when Mom started having 'friends' come over at night or while Dad was at work and I was napping. Dad recovered and Mom was sexually satisfied.As I grew up, they moved their escapades out of the house to an apartment Dad rented just for Mom. Grandma, who didn't know.