." Your accountant is gonna love you," Milo grinned. "unless the business folds."I shrugged. "It's a service business. The products are always in dema...d." Milo nodded."What is it exactly?" he asked."Cleaning, catering, hospitality work," Darla supplied.Milo nodded, eyeing Luz -- and probably making the connection. "We're probably profitable already, despite some startup expenses -- I need to look at the books. Or we were..." I muttered."Well, you get a couple of tax write-offs and a new place. After some more time she also became fast and started to reciprocate for my strokes from below. She was lifting her hip from the bed and started to make rhythmic sounds like “Ahha…ahha….ohoo…ohooo…mumm…hummm…..ahaa…ohhoo…” I understood that she was enjoying my actions and felt proud of myself. I further increased my speed.Her sounds were going high pitch. I also understood that I was reaching the climax…. I sucked her right boob again, bit lightly on her nipple, aunty jumped of ecstasy and I. " I point to the box. "You can keep them too, nobody ever claims their stuff anyway." She nods and slowly pulls down her panties. She’s completely shaven except a small patch. "Fancy." I say jokingly. "That is a beautiful pussy. It sucks that you won’t be using it anytime soon." At this point I’m completely hard again. "You are still my slave right?" Yeah." She says slowly."And intercourse is off the table right?" Yes." She says firmly."Well what about just, you know, letting me see it a little. I went up, had a bath, wore a lungi and a vest, came down and sat on the couch next to mom. I hugged her sideways.Me: I love you, mom.This wasn’t unusual. I did this frequently. Mom was used to it.Mom: I love you too beta. What do u want for dinner?Me: anything that doesn’t take a lot of effort and time.Mom: idli batter is ready. Idli sambar?Me: okay.I left her when she began to get up and followed her to the kitchen. She was wearing a saree. She took vegetables from the fridge and began.