I still asked her what was that all about??? She was so scared and said that it was nothing she was just fulfilling her needs and was really ashamed i... front of her own son. Then I started my plan. I told her that I saw all the websites she used to visit and I also know what kinda stuff she is really interested in.She was shell shocked and turned red with shame. I told don’t you have any shame??? You are interested in mother and son stuff you bitch?? She was shocked to listen to that word from. ”Vishal’s grip on his mother loosened rather immediately and as he was about to walk away, Shyamala pulled him towards her firmly.“Are you upset?” She asked pleadingly. Vishal smiled and shook his head meaning that he wasn’t.“It’s worth waiting for you mom,” he said in a consoling tone and tried to free his arms from his mother’s grip.“Why didn’t you kiss me then?” Shyamala winked at Vishal with eyes twinkling with lust. Vishal promptly closed in, hugged his mother with passion and planted his. She rarely wears bra and her sweaty appearance was just enough to raise my hunger. Our back side gallery was common for all and she was alone there. I went near her and saidMe: kya kar rahi ho? (what are you doing?)Sita (being a bit rude): dikh nehi raha hain kya? (can’t you see?)Me (with a wink and lusty smile I replied looking at her boobs): dikh to bahut kuch raha hain (I can see many things)Sita (with a lovely cute look and smile and adjusting her nighty): besharm!! (shameless)Me (holding. I wondered what she thought about our distracted lovemaking the night before I left town. Had she noticed my tendency to drift? If she had, it didn’t seem to bother her. Or maybe she just hadn’t noticed. I’ve always had a hard time reading women. A previous girlfriend, Mary, used to assure me that she had orgasms during sex, but I could never tell. ‘It happened while you were inside me,’ Mary sometimes said. I wondered if Dawn had had an orgasm. Her reaction during sex was pretty much the same.