She would tell me early in the night what she wanted done to her…if she would sit on my lap in our booth at the back of the bar guiding my dick into...her pussy, on the hood of a car in the parking lot, against the wall in the men’s room, the list went on and on the more she would drink. I got to where nothing she said would surprise me, till the night came when she said she was going to drink until she passed-out and wanted be fucked and told about it later. This became her favorite activity. "Mmmm", I said stroking it.Now, it was a case of finding somewhere nice and private, so we walked up the hill out of the village me unable to keep my hands off his quite glorious arse. "I want to eat your ass" I said to him- his only reply was a sort of moan. Coming to a gate I led him into a field, not the most secluded spot but by now I was desperate to taste him, so I thought it worth the risk. We sat down below the hedge at the edge of the field. Within seconds we were kissing passionately,. But my parents had insisted; both for different reasons. My mom saw it as a way to make friends (something I hadn't been able to do my first year here) and my dad wanted me to follow in his footsteps...even in this. So of course I was here. I was nothing if not the loyal son. The sheep that followed. Always followed. I guess that personality trait would come in handy in the next few days and during the hazing process if I was picked.Today we were doing tours of the houses. Right now we were. Recently we attended a wedding at my MIL’place . she was at the wedding, too. There was no initial attraction between us. I mean she was my wife’s mom . Her name is Lakshmi ,she was fifty-one and a typical middle-aged housewife with five children. Malini being the youngest. Malini’s father had died . when Malini was young. Treating me like a son rather than a son-in-law. But I noticed a sadness in her. we developed a bond. Nothing sexual. That is until an accidental incident which led to my.