“Oh! Hi Grandma!” he exclaimed. Mandy, felt faint, her knees wobbled. Jack seeing her begin to sway, rushed to her side, and helped her to the ...ofa. Their clothes from last night were strewn on the floor. Libby walked in, shutting the door as she did, and sat down across from her. Concern showed on her face. “Jack, go and get us some coffee, please. Make it quick.”“Mother Libby . . .” Mandy was at a loss, as to what to say. The evidence of their sins, was clearly all around. And what. My husband never fucks me…he is always drunk…you have really given me the best fuck of my life.’ She then turned to Preeta and said ‘I loved your pussy and balls too…you are very gori…and very lucky too to have a husband like this…please keep coming here and we can have great fucks again’.I told her ‘yes, we will come back and have a good time.’ She said ‘next time I will get my friend also…she is also very good at sex but starving…we can have great fun together’. I laughed and said ‘I don’t. I removed a towel from the boot of my Tata Safari and asked her to dry her hair. She was also feeling cold as the car a/c was on and so I immediately put it on heater. “Do you want to put another shirt?” I offered. The car had dark tinted windows so she did not mind changing inside the car. She put the sun shield on the front glass and started to change. She quickly removed her top. I had seen her many times in bikinis but this was the first time when I looked at her with a different angle. She. We lay side by side in silence. I wasn’t sure what to say, wasn’t sure how I felt. Guilty?I should feel guilty, after all I’d just fucked my son. Surely that was wrong, everything I’d been brought up to believe told me it was. Yet somehow it felt right. It had certainly been the most intensely pleasurable experience of my life and Jake had been more than willing.“No!” I told myself, it couldn’t happen again.I turned my head to face him. He smiled that familiar, boyish smile that always made my.