Eventually I decided on one and loaded it up. Not long after I heard my mom come downstairs. She went into the kitchen briefly and then came through h...lding a bottle of wine and two glasses. She was wearing one of my t shirts, which just covered her ass and she had some booty shorts on.“Don't mind do you?” She asked, biting her lip.“No, no your fine mum.” I smiled.“Thanks” she returned the smile “thought we could enjoy a bottle of wine together?”“Um yeah sure” I was a bit hesitant but it might. I used to suggest her some tips ( I go for marathons) and then slowly friendship developed. One day I got her no: in the name of suggesting some tips and healthcare. I started visiting their home regularly with the senior for dinner and eyeball my baby. One day she saw me eyeballing her but I didn’t stop looking at her swinging ass. I bet no one can. She reduced talking to me but I was still looking at her. One day when bhayya is not there she started the conversation and telling all that is. . get pre..." "I know. It's a particularly bad time of the month too. I need some time to think. It should have never gotten this far." She looked at her son's sad face and her heart melted. She reached over and took his hand. "We'll get through this together. I love you." "I love you to," Chris returned, staring into his mother's eyes. He added, "But... but not like a son to his mother." "It's gone way beyond that for me too." She squeezed his hand again. "Do... do we have to... you know.... I just murmured happily over his delicious dick. with his other hand he reached down to caress my panties. he rolled my cock in his palms, rubbing me up and down in his fingers. i let him push his boner all of the way down into my throat. i realized that i had to go ahead and get him off down here or somehow move us upstairs and still be so fucking hot. i knew i was going to pop soon when he fondled me through my satin. the dreamy desire to put on my garter belt and seamed stockings, red lips.