Mom reached in to lift up my boobs. She had forgotten that I did not have a bra on and her palms grazed a crossed my nipples. When she did that ...t sent a signal right to my clit. The more she touched my nipples the wetter I could feel myself getting. I had hoped that she would not be able to smell the scent being released. I turned my head so that I was not looking at her straight in the eyes. A moan escaped my lips. Oh god!!! I thought to myself. I so. Then without any intimation she went down under my table saying “Sorry to trouble you Sir, my pen has gone under your table”.In the next second, I could feel tinkling on my Dick, it took a second more to realize that it was not tinkling but Deena had caught hold of my – still out Dick, in her soft hand. She was moving her up and down the shaft of my Dick. I was in a mixed emotion – could not understand whether to feel embarrass or excitement.She kept on caressing my Dick under the table for a. “Then her father can bloody pay,” I insisted.“He’s dead you fool,” she replied, “Dead this ten years, my useless spendthrift son is Lord now and between you and I I do believe he is bankrupt.”“You poor cow,” I commiserated.“We could be cast out on the street,” she said.“No no husband, no nookie for ten years,” I surmised.“No, indeed, if you must be so crude,” she snapped.“So them tits an’t had no lips on em for ten year?” I queried. “Longer than that, Gerald preferred serving wenches,” she. She was blushing and he too looked nervous.“Shivani, main tumse bahut pyar karta Hun.”“Main bhi. Aap doodh pijiye, ji.” She said, handing him a glass full of milk. He took it from her small hands and gulped it in a sip.He removed the pin on her right shoulder and pulled her palloo. She rolled over till the 5yards of cloth left her waist. Her flat navel looked like vanilla icecream. Her round shaped melons stood like head lights and her white lacy bra straps exposed from her shoulders. Though.