“Mmmmm, thank you,” she said as she struggled to sit up in bed. She took the coffee from me and took a sip. “Wow, what time is it?”“Almost 9...30.”“Oh goodness. We are supposed to be in the lobby at ten to go diving,” my mother gasped and started to get up.“Don’t worry, I called and changed our lessons to noon.”“Thank you sweetheart. I guess I zonked last night.”“Yes you did,” I said with a smile, remembering her passing out when she climaxed.Then my mother remembered what had happened. Her face. The invitation in mine is unmistakeable – I am yours now, to love, to worship. The time has come. You move swiftly, completely in tune with my own pulsing rhythm. You take me and lay me on the blanket on the bonnet with a warning to me to lie completely still. Your willing sacrifice, I obey without question. You return and I see that, unexpectedly, you are still fully dressed. Another second, and I understand – this is not a moment that is going to pass quickly. In your hands you have your. As I promised her she pushed me on my bed and told me you are such a playboy in Hindi lang and then she started kissing me and I cuddled my arms around her waist and caressed her like she was my bitch. She pulled my shirt and kissed my chest. Then she went down and pulled my pant and started to kiss and caress my thighs. I stood up from my bed and pulled out her frock. Oh my God! Her boobs in pink bra were looking like fruits came from heaven only for me. I kissed her lips for about 9 mins by. This story is all about my experience with my mami’s friend who also lives in Delhi. This story I am posting only after her consent. To maintain her dignity, I would not reveal her real name. Let’s call her Anjali. Her stats are 36-28-34 (got to know later from her). She is one of the many friends of my mami’s Kitty Party Group. She is mother of one child who is 5 years old. She is a typical housewife with her husband working in an MNC as an Software Engineer.I got to meet her for the first.