" Do you want me to act that way?" Dear, if I wanted you to act that way I wouldn't have asked you to marry me a week after you jumped my bones on the...cold kitchen floor. – Wait, that didn't come out right. – I loved you the second I saw you, and then I loved you more the longer I knew you. So you don't have a thing to worry about." I know. I guess I've just relied on my looks to get me what I want for so long that I feel threatened." I'll still love you when you get old and ugly. Here hold my. Fingertips made their way through the forest, my mind remembering with another blush the way that I'd combed the hairs when I was younger. From when they'd first appeared, I'd tidied them, the bristles of the hairbrush lovely and sharp, painful at first, but in my control. I remembered the wonder, the guilt, and the glorious pleasure that spread through my body when I realised how much more I could do with the handle of the brush. I blushed again, despite my arousal, at the memory of that first. This story is about my mother who is 50 years old now and was 44 then. She is a normal Maharashtrian lady with a plump body now though she was thin and agile when I was small. She is a loyal lady. Let’s say that for the time being. I have no idea about her stats. She looks a bit young for her age and that is hereditary because even I look 16 when I am 22. It was the rainy season of 2010 when our friends from Abu Dhabi were visiting India. They were on a holiday. They were two families viz. Her moans were barely audible over the sounds of the waves. At this point she was grinding on me and we kissed again. I ran my hand through her hair and suddenly I spun her around, laying her on her back on the blanket. Positioning myself between her legs, I kissed down the center of her body until I got to her yoga pants. I ripped them down, and her thong, in a single movement. Kissing around her slit I could taste that she wanted me already. Wrapping my arms around her legs, under her thighs.