I'm a leg man, and I've never seen finer legs on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn't mess around, drink, or have any vices to exploit. She's new t... the group. Neal married her three years ago. We, at least the guys and Cheryl, were excited by her addition. We've been salivating ever since her arrival.Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great guy but a lousy driver and lousier gambler. He had no life insurance and owed a fortune in gambling debts. Diane had never worked a day. Soon, she began to stir. When I was sure she was awake, I started caressing her body. She snuggled up to me, putting her head on my shoulder, as I continued rubbing her back, hip and thigh. Occasionally, I reached around to squeeze her bottom. I was already hard with anticipation. She asked me to go put on the kettle for tea, which I did. When I returned to bed and got under the covers again, I rolled her onto her back and began caressing her breasts, first through her pyjamas, and then. ‘Thanks Mom,’ yelled Rahul on being kissed hard on his cheeks and holding the kissed part of his cheek he looked up at her.Shobha seeing Rahul looking up at her said ‘Happy.’‘Yes Mom, please stay by my side till my exams are over,’ he said.‘Why?’ questioned Shobha a little mischievously?‘Because you are a source of inspiration,’ he said patting her cheeks. Shobha was exalted to have felt him patting her cheeks and if she had not stopped from saying out loud she would have said ‘inspiration for. She was a jezebel.But even as she castigated herself, she felt strangely unremorseful. In fact, she felt a rush of exhilaration. Her son was filling her with his hot, potent seed. Just the thought of such blasphemy was so wickedly exciting, she felt the tickle of perverse excitement inside her cunt. As it did, she felt her pussy spasm and squeeze down on his spewing penis. No, she told herself. She couldn't let it happen. To be overwhelmed and taken against her will was one thing. But, to enjoy.