At that time, she was a young prodigy with one of London 's top investment houses. Both voluptuous and brilliant, she had been a virtual magnet at ...hat conference, pulling men into her by the droves, both young and old. By now, she must have passed her thirtieth birthday, but she was still stunning. Flawless ivory complexion; large emerald eyes showcased by artfully applied mascara; full lips accented in bright red; rich reddish brown hair piled into a loose knot; sleek legs beneath a knee. In fact, sex was the farthest thing from my mind. That and marrying Beyonce (yes, I was in love with her that early). We started making out in the funniest of ways. She told me of what a bad dancer she is and I offered to help her. We got too close and our lips could not manage one more second apart. We rolled over to the couch and then to the floor, still in each others arms. Hers were the softest lips I had kissed, not that I had a huge catalog to compare with, other than my aunt’s (she used. Michael was startled at himself. He'd never been this way before. He turned his mom around, back to the room. Then he pushed her back, against her chest, not roughly, but not too gently, either. She gave way and lay back against the floor."Michael, what -." She didn't finish."Let me do this, mom," Michael said. "I know what I want." He looked into his mom's eyes, at the surprise and wonder they revealed. She was seeing it too, he could tell: the deep bestial hunger in her son's face, hunger for. Khalid and mom sat together and me in front of them.While drinking, Khalid said to mom you are still hot and admired her legs. He used to do that casually so I did not mind it. He took out some weed and we smoked up. He was touching mom on thighs and her face.He then suddenly kissed my mom on her lips. My mom resisted for the first kiss and suddenly she herself planted one on his lips. He laughed at it. Then we began to drink. I went to washroom as I was out and was feeling Pukish. When I came.