She was the only daughter of a publishing house's Managing Director and had lived the silver spoon existence all her life, so university experiences a...art we were from the opposite ends of the social scale! I could tell from her words that she was hiding some great pain in her past but before I could pry she said with a faint smile."You must think me a right slut, to bring you home so abruptly and shag you senseless?" No I don't!" I said truthfully. "You startled me yes but," I blushed. " She is still in training and needs plenty of discipline." I was mortified as he went on to describe the things he had done to me.Gary then brought us to the other bedroom at the end of the corridor. I froze when I saw a woman standing by the window dressed exactly like me but in red. She was about 40, slim with black hair. I felt sick as it dawned on me what was going to happen. The thought of having sex with another woman had always repulsed me. But there was no doubt that it was about to. I continued the slow teasing up and down movement. Within a minute, my son moaned out my name.“Oh, Sonali, what an oily pussy you have. Ah, how well you grip my cock – you are right, Ma, you do ride a cock rather well.”“Hold on son, this is just the beginning.”I rode him gently, perched on my knees beside his torso. In another two minutes, we both were sighing and moaning like untamed animals.“ Ah, son, are you enjoying your mother riding our cock?”“Yes, Ma, very much what a lucky son I am to. But he was better off with lacy underwear thannaked. He pulled them up. "These are bloomers, Jessica. They are made of a very fine silk. They arethe sign that you are deemed worthy of wearing nice lady clothing."It was just oversized underwear! There were elastic at the legs and atthe waist, but the amount of material combined to his poking penis madeit look obscene! It did not apparently seem that way to Mrs Driver, atleast that's not what she said, for she called Alice:"Honey! Will you come.