She had mile-long legs and I have seen them on many occasions when she wore those gowns and robes at home. (Oftentimes, she also wore knee length skir...s). In her saris, especially those that weren’t meant to be draped tightly, you couldn’t see those great knees and strong thighs that went up to her rounded buttocks. The sudden dip at her tiny waist (tiny by her otherwise big standards) had once made my teenaged daughter blurt out that she had a great figure.Great, hell, her figure was every. I pulled intothe driveway and got out. My Madam met me at the door, and gave me a hug.I was a little shocked by this. She hardly ever showed affection. Shekissed me on the cheek, and that's when I knew that something was wrong. "What's wrong, mother?" I said, suspiciously. She only kissed me for two reasons. One, she needed me to do a favor forher that I knew I wouldn't like. Or for a dramatic change that would altermy life. For instance, my mother kissed me on my 14th birthday, when. . I had to touch his cock, hold it, taste it, let him fill me with it over and over. I grappled with his belt and trousers, and when they fell to his knees, my mouth watered at the tent in his boxers... I dove my hand into the material, and felt his hot, hard cock, pulsing and venous; he moaned into my mouth, and started pumping his hips slowly back and forth into the tight grip of my hand. The heat in his shorts was tremendous, so I pulled them down a little, also wanting to feel his firm cock. It squeezed and squeezed until my cock finally exploded deep in her pussy. Brandy dug her nails yet again in my back and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and she dug her heels in my ass to keep my cock filling her pussy with my hot cum pulsing in her. Our lips met once more as we held each other tight, drifting off to sleep thinking of our future together.I woke up to the pounding of the front door. I looked around but I was alone. I hurriedly got dressed and made my way to the door.