“Just wait a few minutes, didi. I will empty these boxes and give it to you.” She stood up and started opening a big cardboard box labeled – “...itchen”.“No, no, it’s fine. You can give these to me tomorrow”. My mother stood up and stopped her from opening the cardboard box. “You must be hungry, eat first. You can take care of this later.”Sangeeta smiled apologetically and thanked us once again for the food.“Sangeeta aunty was looking for you.” Mom said, as soon as I got home from the college. My. Danny opened the rear side door and asked her if it was ok if Mike comes along. She sighed, but didn't want to make a scene so she just nodded her head yes and put the car in park.Since it was a Suburban there was enough room for all of them, so Mike and Danny climbed into the back."How are you doing, Mrs. Palmer? You look lovely today," Mike asked turning his polite tone on."I'm doing fine," she replied looking at the smiling young man in her rear view mirror."I want to compliment you on. They are medium size, milky white and perky. Her areolas are large and deeply dark brown, almost black. My cock helplessly strains against my boxers, her shorts now visibly damp. She leans forward, her hot tits now dangling in my face. I take one in my mouth, my tongue swirling over nipples, her tasting her sweet areolas. She’s moaning, pushing my head into her breasts. I slip off her shorts and feel her smooth ass, my hands now dancing over her crack. Her panties are soaked. I can feel the. Mama went behind her ,put his hands around, fondling her breasts, later holding her teats started nudging her to the edge of the bed towards the window.Now, the latest happening was something like exhibiting to me, my nude mom.He slid down his hands to her thighs on the side, she gracefully swaying & responding to his fondling , by resting her back on him . I was awe struck looking at her. Her face totally transformed unlike my mother’s ,lips bit trembling , drooled eyes drooping , pinkish.