The soft sound of a dinner bell alarm, interrupted us to let us know that the food was ready. We reluctantly broke our kiss and Malathi led me by the ...and into the dining room. She served our dinner on fine china and we drank our gin from a sexy crystal as I gazed across the table into her beautiful eyes. Her foot slowly slid up my calf as we ate in blissful silence. I reached across the table and touched her hand softly causing her to smile brightly at me.When we finished our meal Malathi. "Let me go...I gotta go home." But I was beyond having pity for the frightened, young girl. I pressed my thigh down harder on her legs, pinning them firmly and completely preventing her from closing them to protect her innocent sex. Probing the squishy, velvety slit, I finally felt the small bump above her vaginal orifice and began to titillate it."Nahhh...whannhh" she cried out when I touched her there, as if, somehow, she divined that the still unaroused, little erectile was the Achilles heel. He somehow didn’t make the issue known to his mom and tried to behave normally. After this event, his sexual feelings towards his mother increased in leaps and bounds.Though he had a girlfriend, he started masturbating imagining his sensuous 47-year-old chubby saree loving mom Vasundhara. The dynamics of his thought process was changing day by day. He started to look at his mother in a very sexual and lusty manner.He kept a tab at his mother’s chats with unknown boys whenever she was asleep. He. . Just the once." I protested, feeling sick to my stomach through a combination of the trouble I was obviously in and the raging headache, - caused by the previous night's alcohol intake, - that was pounding in my brain."His companion, the woman who was with him. She alleges that you attacked him without provocation." He stared into my eyes over the top of his glasses, looking for a clue whether I was telling the truth or not, "Are you saying she is lying?" he demanded."Lying? ... Of course.