Eh uski chut thee aur phir usne meri shirt utar di aur mere chote chote nipples ko choosne lagi aur mai uski choochiyo ko masal raha tha. Aur wo dheer... dheere niche pahuch gai aur mere shorts ko nikal diya mera 6 inches ka lund meri underwear me tent banaye usko salami De raha tha meri underwear ko nikal ke lund ko sahlane lagi aur use muh me le ke choosne lagi. Wo itne msat tarike se apni jibh ko mere lund pe phre rahi thi ki bas mai to pagal hi hua jar aha tha thodi der me maine apna sara. She was surprised that she didn't wait very long before an eighteen wheeler tractor trailer stopped to pick her up.Joseph Johnson was 58 and had been a long haul truck driver since he was 23. Over the years he had grown more cautious about who he was willing to give a ride to because it was not as safe to pick up even women because on occasion even they might pull a knife on a truck driver to steal his cash.He made the decision that day to stop because of the size of the young woman standing. Except none of those fantasies involved that woman being my Mom. My leg was still draped over her legs and my hand was now cupping one of her breasts. I pulled my hand away from her breast and put a few inches of air between our bodies.She was definitely warmer than before. That was good. I tried waking her again by shaking her shoulder. I was rewarded with a resounding whack to my head. I almost managed to dodge the blow. It stunned me and I sat down hard on the floor. Mom continued to thrash. Wearing a golden satin saree and a tight golden sleeveless blouse, which was backless and had a low neck. She tucked the saree much below her navel with free hair and a peach-colored lipstick. The makeup she wore was increasing her hotness.Her wax cleaned armpits could be seen often as it’s totally exposed. The tight sleeveless blouse made her cleavage to look hotter. Mom’s navel was easily visible at any angle, just like the moon during nights. Her mangalsutra was inside her saree, which was.