Though she was 46, she looked like 34. She had very big 38D yet slightly firm boobs while my girlfriend had only 32D. I wanted to squeeze my mother’... milky boobs but my ethical brain didn’t want me to think that way. So I looked down.“Don’t do anything stupid. I will wear clothes and come”, she said.My drunk half didn’t want her to go. So I asked her to stay with me. She quietly came near me, held my hand and guided me to sleep on the bed. I hugged her and kept my face on her left boob while. She reluctantly agreed. I took her to bath and we had bath together, I fucked her during bath and we came out. I brought some Vaseline and said her that I am going to fuck her ass hole. She did not agree but, I said her I had Vaseline and if she gets pain I will stop immediately. She agreed now and I took large amount of Vaseline and applied to my cock and to her ass hole. I slowly kept one finger in it and second finger, mom shouted slightly and it was stretched after sometime for easy. As we reach the room I immediately shut the door and switch on the heater. I pour the Bacardi in the glasses and gave one glass to sweta. With the sips of rum I started the conversation and asked about the sudden change in her behavior, at first she said nothing special But I insisted her the she broke up in tears and thrown her head on my shoulders,I moved my fingers in her silky hairs and said that she can share every thing with me if there is any problem we can sort it out. Se said that her. And up till recently, we were only regarded as something like a self sustaining ant farm on the side of the road. A closed off ecology of tiny, seemingly useless critters to look at for fun when passing by. But with any large population, there are always those that take interest into something most others find irrelevant.And those started to study our little ant farm more intensely, noticing the ants’ growing will and capability to jump out of our own bowl and onto floating rocks close by. Ways.