She accepted unwillingly and she was happy that I didn’t ask her to do anything now.Her husband asked her to prepare food for everyone and we had fo...d and when I was about to leave he asked me to stay that night and leave tomorrow morning. She didn’t like that but I readily accepted and stayed. I know I can’t do much here but I just want to stay here and see what she does. He showed me the room next to their bedroom and asked me to sleep there.After a little while they both went into their room. But the incident did not madden me. It has been two weeks I ever had sex and besides I would have enjoyed somebody like him fucking me while my husband is sleeping by my side if he wasn't my own son.Now I am in a state of shock and also feeling erotic. These mixed feeling tipped completely into horny side as my beloved son put his hand on my crotch parting all the entanglements of my saree and started fingering me. After a while he stopped and moved his hand up to caress his dear old mother's. ‘For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.’ I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. . The DJ had been playing songs from the early to mid-sixties, and the strains of Bobby Vinton’s ‘Blue Velvet’ could be heard. “This song always reminds me of you.” I said. “Really? Why?’ “Do you remember the freshman dance I asked you to go to? When I picked you up you were wearing a blue dress. Satin top, velvet skirt.” “Now that you mention it, I do remember. We were too young to drive, so your older brother drove us to the dance. I had fun. You were very funny and a decent dancer, but I have.