My mom used to send me to give her some items like a dress, tops, medicine, etc.Whenever I went she used to treat me like her friend. We used to do ch...t chat about many topics. Meanwhile, I used to admit her structure. Oh! I forgot to tell you her structure, right. It’s 40-30-40. Well bombed babe with marvelous boobs and sexy ass. I know you people are getting bored. I’m coming to the matter now. One day I was passing by my cousin’s house. It was raining I was completely wet. So I decided to. Mom climbed in bed next to me and leaned towards me and we kissed. Her lips were so soft, her touch so gentle, I placed my hand on the back of her neck and we kissed even more passionately, our mouths open and our tongues exploring each other. It felt so wonderful; my body just tingled at her kisses. I suspect Mom knew what she was to do next and as we kissed more, her hand went down and softly rubbed over my little tits, squeezing what she could, playing with my tiny nipple before she broke. As I reach the doorway from the kitchen to the hallway, I run right into who, I can only assume is my jailer's wife!! Our bodies bump together hard, her breasts pushing against me as I try to keep us both from falling. After I regain our composure, is when i notice her. I had not seen her the night before as we had gotten in very late. She was stunning, to put it lightly. She seemed to be maybe of Indian decent, shorter than I am, with flowing long dark hair. The silk robe she wore, was. She even informed me that they may be returning after dining out and we were to decide, calling for a pizza delivery or make sandwiches with the leftovers in the fridge. I looked at the clock on my night stand which was reading 6:49 PM. If Mom and dad were not returning before dinner, it was easy 2–3 hours on our side to put to the best use and get fucking soon. I only remember smiling and immediately walking towards her, standing hardly few steps away. Only one swift move and her top was off.