I was weak. I could not stop them as his words belittled me in front of my wife. I was weak. I could not stop them as she agreed with him. I was wea.... I could not stop them as they both laughed. I was weak. I could not stop them as he told me that I no longer got to share a bed with her. I was weak. I could not stop them as they told me to leave the room so they could have some privacy. I was weak. I could not stop them as they pushed me into the hallway and closed the door. I was weak. I. I was 20 yrs old that time and we had a maid called ketkiben coming to our house for cleaning, doing vessels and washing clothes, she has a daughter called Hansa who was 18 years old. She was dark and short, slim waist and heavy breasts, she loved to wear those cheap jewelry and make up that gave her a horny look. It all started one day when I was just out from the shower and changing clothes and my window was open as there is nothing behind, except a tree and I saw hansa sitting under the tree. We agreed that this was really fun for both of us. Renate and Klaus danced away and left us alone."Care to dance? I offered. "You look pretty sexy, Mom." Ellen. Thank you, sir."There was another waltz and I was able to show off my new skill and then the band returned to one of those Glen Miller tunes which brought us close together.I felt my cock bump my Mom's tummy; felt her return the bump rather than pull away."It's OK," she smiled up at me.I looked down her blouse and smiled at the part of. Then I gently took one finger and placed it over her cotton panties, I could feel her soft moist lips underneath. I just wanted to part her pussy lips and finger her and make her she come. That was what I wanted, but she was a special girl to me, so I wanted to take it slow and to make it a memorable night. Pretty soon, my whole hand made it onto her pussy; it felt like a little mound of nothing there between her legs, all I felt was her dripping wetness. My hand just laid there motionless for.