"Does this feel wrong mother?"All she could do is moan louder as I took her nipple between my teeth, pulling her tit, extending it from her chest as m... hand slid to her pussy. "Mom, your cunt is soaking wet. That tells me all I need to know." Slipping two fingers easily in that dripping pussy.She moaned, "Oh fuck baby boy, feels so good, Goddd you know how mommy likes to be treated." I do slut, you like to be treated as a whore for your son's big fat cock." Pushing her to her knees in front of. Done with the pleasantries the wife spoke,“She has ordered sweet dish Gaajar ka halwa, about five kilos…”“So do you want me to get something from the market?” He said eager to leave but then she stopped him.“No. I have everything I need. Can you just give her company? Perhaps show her our garden.” She said slightly pushing Suji forward.“But…but…” he hesitated as if he was trying to avoid some grave danger.“No buts, my sweet hubby. Please do it for me.” She said. Meanwhile, Puji was staring at. Now I had enough room to slide back but still keep some distance from touching her.We all sat like that for a bit, eyes closed enjoying the swirling water, but me sitting still with a huge boner. I was about to erupt from just that brief contact, I was that horny.I was horny because it had been several months since my wife died in a flaming car wreck caused, of course, by a drunk driver. He had a blood alcohol level of 1.8 and 4 previous DUI’s but still drove, suspended license be damned. As. As he goes through the ingredients of Eggs Benedicto, I can’t help but stare. He is so sexy. Paris Mitchell is 5”8, African- American, slim with muscles, a sexy smile, great personality, and a straight comedian. He’s an ex-college football star for a highly accredited university so his body is tight. And me being a big girl, I love that little detail. When I left that day, all I could envision is that sexy smile and that unique laugh. The more time I spent at Cucina the more I got to know.