The day was mostly gone before I exited the park and headed from Moab north to Seventy, and west to US 191, which goes north to Price, Utah, and then ...rovo. I was never going to make it to Provo, so I headed for Price and used my GPS to find and advance book a motel room at the Super Eight, just in case things got crowded.They didn't.Price is a sleepy Mormon town, off the main highway system. Though it is obviously very family centric, it has less appeal than Salt Lake City, or Provo, which is. In her fresh white panties, she came back and lay beside me. I had nothing much to take off. I took the lungi off my waist and threw it aside. I was in my undies, the hard cock outlined clearly under it. We kissed once again, and then I pulled her panties off as she pulled my undies off.There we were, mother and son, nude on my bed. She was with only her glittering gold Mangalsutra on and with all the lights brightly on. I sat up, supported by my elbows. I looked at her nude body fully as she. They cannot be trusted. They have no heart. They have no soul. I could care less about them. But I hide it well. I adopted the demeanor of a handsome, polite and friendly guy around the ladies at work. I don’t let any of them see my true face and inner darkness. Now, many of you would consider me a woman-hater. Perhaps I am. But I don’t think much of men either. There are a lot of stupid men out there. Like a certain British musician once worth close to a billion dollars who married a. But there was a reflective glass in front of me which showed me their reflection.We started pedaling and enjoying the ride when Javed decided to take some pictures. “Bhabhi let’s take a selfie,” he said, and they took a picture together. They started talking about normal stuff. I got a bit distracted by the beautiful lake in front of me.Suddenly I noticed a thing in the glass in front of me. Javed had his hands on my mom’s thighs. He was talking very normally about stuff while caressing them. I.