On the other hand his wife Ramya was beautiful and tradition looking lady. Let me explain her structure, she was around 5.9 foot tall with perfect cur...es. Oval face, dark and round eye, with long straight hair made her look no less than a model. But she always wore tradition dress. Sarees looked perfect on her, but I never spoke to them.To make long story short, my mom surprisingly visited me at apartment. But I had been out on some work. By the time I arrived at my apartment. I could see that. I spat on her anus (actually, she was so lubed up from her vaginal flow her butt was already slick) and slowly pushed my cock into her back canal. I found out later she had never allowed anyone to do that to her before.She knew immediately she’d really been missing out. Within a minute or two, she was squirting all over the place. She had an incredibly foul mouth that seemed to be in tempo with my penis going in and out of her rear end. Wet and noisy, what a great combination. A few more. ‘You got your entire shirt wet.’ I said as I stared back at her breast.‘Yeah, it worth it.’‘You think so?’‘Yes, and I want to try again later.’The willingness about mom doing it later has got me off the hook. I mean pee in my mom mouth! Not only that seeing her wet shirt gives me fear but excited feeling. I don’t know what it is.‘I got to take off this.’ She said as she took of her wet shirt revealing her upper abdomen wet with my urine. Her bra is also wet and that the only thing that lies. Step in the shower now and let’s rinse youoff.” There was nothing I could do except obey. As sherinsed all of the hair off of my body, my skin feltstrange… tingly with no hair. “Well, that looks much better, but we’ll have to dosomething about your figure. That waistline will neverdo. Follow me and we’ll take care of it.”As we walked into the bedroom, I saw some clothes laidout on the bed. It looked like some sort of corset,panties, stockings, and a.