Next we entered in the lift and she pushed 12th floor button, now I was free and hungry , I took her waist by my hands and started to smooch her, pres... her boobs and lifted her in my arms gently, she again moved her hand into my pants, she was about to open my pants, when the lift reached 12th floor, she controlled herself, signalled me to stop, she adjusted her clothes and hair,Later I followed her to her flat, which was like a penthouse, we can see whole of yeshwantpur, getting drenched in. ” He looked her in the eyes. “Why do you think that is?”“I don’t know, sir,” she whispered. “I don’t either, but…” he didn’t finish the sentence. He pushed her ankles further back, dropped his head down and kissed it lightly but firmly. A violent shudder wracked her body and she grabbed the taught silk scarves that bound her wrists to the bedposts, and moaned in ecstasy.He slipped his tongue between her labial lips, and searched out her engorged clit, letting it slide around the tip of his. His dad is the well known B-rate Super Hero "Battle Lord", super strong, durable, flies, wears offensively loud colored spandex, is a total douche-bag, the works.His mom, Ruby, was just in her mid 30's, still a stone cold milf (even Victor could see and admit that). Currently she had long warm brown hair, massive F-cup tits (Victor may have seen one of her bra's when doing the laundry and checked... purely out of curiosity), a tight toned waist she worked near religiously to keep, and wide hips. "It's OK, son, I`m glad you're young and virile. Plus, grandc***dren would be nice."Hearing my Mom talk so casually about sex, I briefly wondered about the odds of getting her in the horizontal mambo. My Mom was still a very beautiful woman, although she never completely lost the baby weight from her pregnancies, and the reason for my pantyhose fetish. I grew up seeing her wearing them every day and spent many hours staring at her stocking-clad feet. I spent just as many hours stroking my cock.