"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asked lightly."Oh, you know it," I replied, my mouth engulfing hers. We maintained the kiss whilst I slid ...ne hand back to her opening, dripping wet with a mixture of our juices. This time, I merely rubbed at her gently, eliciting an appreciative moan before returning my attention to her breasts. At long last, sated, we broke apart, my hands tweaking her nipples whilst she traced idle patterns across my chest.I smiled, kissed my mother's forehead. I thought about Alan and decided it would work as after we moved, we were not likely to see him again, he could be relied upon to be discreet and there was the added frisson of her not fancying him and him getting his own back on her for all her teasing. I got quite excited about the prospect of giving her to a man she didn't fancy without her knowing so felt really turned on when I went for my final business meeting with Alan.It meant travelling some distance so we always made a mid afternoon. She sang him songs to his cock. He held her head in his hands. She made Dieter see colors and hear music and feel lightning. She made him gasp and grunt. Then, as she felt him rushing towards his orgasm, she slipped her finger into his anus and pressed."Shit! Ahhh!" He came explosively. Friday couldn't keep up with him and his semen got on her face, on her hair. She kept her finger just inside him and pressed one more time. Dieter grunted and jerked, her teeth grazing the head of his cock, her. My house is in the end of the village and is in 5 acres of land. There is a lot of open space all around my house. This girl, I will call her Pallavi, used to do the cooking and looking after the house. She was about 5’2”, 24 years old, 32–24–32. She used to wear low cut Punjabi dresses. She always tries to expose her boobs to me when ever she bends to do some work. She had a habit of not wearing bras. I could see her cleavage when she bends and some times her tits also. She would not mind me.