Her expression seemed almost pained, and she stared into my eyes as I reached up and removed her belt, then, beginning at the bottom, slowly began to ...pen the buttons of her dress. When I’d unfastened the top one and her dress was hanging open I slipped my hands inside and fondled her breasts through her brassiere for a while, molding them and gently pinching her nipples, already upright beneath the fabric. At first she murmured faint protests, afraid that we would be caught and her career. . Ah... Don't... Stop... Ah... Ahh... Harder..."I then noticed something different. My mothers hips were moving to meet my thrusts. It couldn't be. She was enjoying it. This exceeded anything beyond my wildest fantasies. I was Fucking my mother. Raping my mother. And she was enjoying it."Ah... Ah... Harder... Faster... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Please..."I began to fuck my mother with reckless abandon. Each thrust going faster, harder, and deeper. At the height of my excitement I leaned down and. “Please I would be very grateful. And it would make it easier for me to learn.” I added.For a time - it seemed like hours - Bart said nothing and continued to bathe me. Only after he had finished bathing me properly soaping, rinsing and drying my pussy and arse, probing his fingers into the holes and making sure I was properly cleaned and suitably frustrated, did he speak.“The Master knew that you would ask for this soon.” Said Bart in a matter-of-fact voice.“How?” I asked in amazement.“Sir. At that time I thought that this proposal will not work, and moved on to having lunch. We got talking on other topics and had a good time. We left after agreeing that we will reject the proposal saying some reason or the other.After that we went to priya’s house for a formal visit. There I saw Priya’s Sister who welcomed us in their home. Now that was a very homely girl with the same kind of appeal that Priya’s got. ANd then my mom introduced her saying she was Raji. Priya’s mother and was.