I bent down and she moved in to kiss me. But I didn't meet her lips, not just yet. I kissed her closed eyes first, both of them, then the nick just ab...ve her nose, her cheeks - and then the tip of her lips until I saw her smiling. Her hands had been slowly moving down and I stopped the kisses when it reached my thighs. I ignored her confusion and shuffled her into the shower. It was clean soapy water and it was wonderful rubbing it all over her skin and watching her do it for me and then slowly. It was quarter after one. I lay on my back with my legs apart, wondering if I dare fall asleep. Mom's big dildo was up my ass, held snuggly in place by her snug fitting, bright red panties. I wore the matching bra, both under her baby-doll nightie. I still had not touched my cock.I wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep until the alarm went of at 6:30 AM, every second with Mom's dildo up my ass. It fit so perfectly, the base tucked tight to the back of my scrotum, the head bottomed out just a. Watching her raise her arms over her head, allowing me to pull her tee over her head, had my heart beating like a hummingbird's.I looked down at her tits, holding and squeezing them. "Jesus, Mom, your tits are fantastic." Shhh. Try to behave, Ok? Remember I'm your mother. This is just for the story. What happened next?" She had told me I could do anything, right?" I freed one hand, sliding it down Mom's belly. "And playing with her big tits was cool and all, but," I eased my hand into Mom's. He moved off to wash his face, regretfully noting that he would have to get rid of the fragrant aroma of her juices on him, for fear of it being noticed. It was getting to be time for his late afternoon round of the farmyard followed by the hookah session. He never missed showing up for those and he was not about to change those habits this late in life. Binita was buried and lost. Not just in the recesses of that vast haveli but also in the household chores it offered. She just wanted to lose.