I am 5’8” in height, not much of an athletic body but good enough. My mother’s name is Manisha, she is 5’5” in height, fair complexion and a...beautiful pair of eyes with rather big boobs and a fat round ass which would make any man have an instant hard on. In our family, it’s me, My mother and My father. My father is working in a reputed MNC firm, he has a touring job so he travels very often, he mostly comes home on weekends.Coming to the story, I never really had an eye for my mother, but it. So I did, but gently. Nipping and nibbling her, licking and sucking, gorging upon one nipple and then the other.'Now under my arms,' she whimpered. 'I like that a lot.' I was surprised because I'm so sensitive there. Nevertheless, I stretched her long, lithe arms above her head. Her armpits were hairless, the skin pale. Dipping my head, I stretched out my tongue and lapped at her armpit. Must and scent mingled in the most womanly aroma.'Oooooooooh,' she cooed. 'That's it. Yes.'Then I raised my. She continued to speak in between bites, "Okay let's make this easier. Let's not talk about you, instead let me tell you a story: Once upon a time, there was a hot shot millionaire TV exec, one who got his kicks in ways we had no idea," I was about to object to this nonsense, but she held her hand up to allow her to continue,"This hot shot TV exec at one point took a fledgling network, and turned it into the number one children's network in the country. A very big deal considering the stiff. It was just a fewmillimeters, but absolutely different than earlier. And they feltdifferent, too, rather hard. Quickly I took my hand away again as thoughit had touched upon something forbidden.Meanwhile the man had added several buckets of cold water to the hot inthe cauldron. He tested the temperature with his elbow and announced,"Madame, your bath is ready."I didn't know why, but I didn't correct him. Above all, the warm waterwas much more important. Carefully I stepped into the water. At.