She was about to pose for her husband, doing god knows what, for the express purpose of turning on their teenage son. "Do you want to fuck your mommy?... Carol said aloud, watching her reflection in the mirror as she applied her red lipstick. Carol's tummy was full of butterflies as she donned her black, seamed stockings and three inch, ankle strap heels. The excitement of preparing herself while her boy was in the next room was delicious. Mark's decadent, horny mother rose and headed towards the. My chest felt those luscious breasts. My lips found her luscious lips. Our kisses gave promise to a fantastic episode of top notch sex. We parted to remove our jeans. Mine came off first and I stood in my low rise jockey shorts which where struggling to contain an erect cock. I looked to her and she was bent over freeing the tightly tapered legs of her jeans from over her heels. When she straightened up I had to gasp again. She was wearing pink bikini panties with red rose embroidery. I guess. ‘So how does this help you, in detail this time’ I questioned ‘Well man, we got tabs on every government in every world, including Cuba for fucks sake. But we can’t get close to Britain without treading on the toes of this fucking Company. If you take out their top man, create confusion, we may be able to get the bloody Brits to wipe ’em out for good, giving us an opening.’ He took the coke out of his legs, took a swig, placed it back, and started at me. ‘No I said all of it.’ I reminded him,. I nodded in approval. After sometime, I noticed that she was still standing near the door. I enquired, “kya hua, kuchh chahiye kya?” She replied, “aap se kuch baat karni hai.” “haan, haan kaho kya baat hai?” I asked. “pehle aap apna computer band kijiye, ” she continued.So, I closed my laptop. She came near me and sat on my bed, while I was at my work table. She said, “main aap se jo bhi puchhugi please mujhe sach sach jawab dena.” “Haan main such hi jawab dunga, kasamse,” I replied. With a.