And my age was around 20+.It all started when one day i was sleeping with my mom as that was my daily routine as we used to share beds after my dad pa...sed away. My mom was a nice Indian housewife with a height of 5’6″ & the figure was 36-32-38 and her complexion was a bit wheatish. We used to sleep together but that one day i don’t know what happened but i felt my mom’s hand on my crotch which was bit awkward for me coz it was the very first time i was feeling that movement so i thought it. The flirting was fantastic, back and forth, back and forth. Telling each other what we were doing, what we were wearing, how turned on we were. It was awesome.Then we started sharing pics and were blown away at how attractive each other was. Wow she blew me away with her sex appeal. She took obvious care of herself and I appreciate that.To cut a long story short, we started planning a meeting. More a sexual encounter if you like.She decided to visit Cape Town, fortunately she got an opportunity. Kenny whispered to Betsy, ‘By chance I’d entered the building through Bette Rowland’s’ office in administration and was going around her desk by torchlight when I noticed leasing agreements in her basket. Don’t ask my why but I flicked through them and one was your renewal. It had been signed but attached to it was an instruction calling for it to be cancelled.’ ‘Chance? I think that was absolutely amazing – my office accountant must have sent the renewal application through as she’d paid to. ” “I’d like that, Janeen; I’ll see you tomorrow,” I answered with a satisfied grin. I pretended to turn away but actually watched her pushing the cart towards her girls. Man, she had a fine ass and set of legs. The next day I rang her doorbell and she answered wearing a white terry cloth robe tied at the waist. It hung just below her knees and she was barefoot. “Hi!” she said happily, “The girls are at school, my morning client is gone and I just finished a nice hot bath; come on in.” I.