" My face was a mask of confusion; I didn't know how to respond. Why she was acting this way? Surely she must know I'm her son. Mom got off the bed an... stood unsure; she nervously glanced at the wall behind me. There was genuine fear in her eyes; she quickly recovered, though, and smirked; with a slow hand, mom released her grip on the bedsheet concealing her womanly charms. The white fabric slid down her torso, hugging the curves of her body, displaying her full mommy tits, then her soft mommy. Maine ok kaha aur beth ke tv dekhne laga, thodi der bad bhabhi aayi aur saath me beth ke tv dekhne lagi aaur kaha ke wo kisi kaam se delhi ja rahe hai aur unki train hai abhi so sorry tumhe wait karna pada, main “its ok bhabhi”, aur maine unhe chocolate di unhone kaha so nice of you thank you fir hum aise hi idhar-udhar ki baate karne lage like padhai aur family fir maine pucha,Main “ek baat puchhu app gussa to nahi hogi na mujhse”, bhabhi “nahi tum pucho to”, main “apki shaadi ko kitne saal ho. They’d had a lot of hassle finding friends and relatives for us all to stay with for the nights before and after. I was farmed out to stay with one of my uncles work acquaintances and made my own way to his apartment after we arrived. He was English – tall and looked very mature to me – but I guess he was only around 40. It was very humid and he was wearing baggy shorts and an open shirt. He was very polite - spoke Cantonese fluently (my English was not so good then) and carried my bag. She turned and locked the door.Allison sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. When Chris sat down, she moved closer to him and took his hand. "Chris," she said, "You know what we did yesterday, and the day before, was very dangerous and, in fact, wrong."Chris wanted to cry. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he added, still feeling that he had taken advantage of his mother.Allison looked at her son with surprise. "There's nothing to be sorry about. We are both adults... and I do.