I was not too tipsy by then. My son was, “What about dad?” I told him dad wouldn’t mind if it’s only for a weekend. I looked at Arjun and said... “What do you think baby?” and gave a peck on his lips. He was mesmerized. Since we were all tipsy, all of us didn’t mind.Now I asked Arjun to get another bottle of alcohol. He gladly accepted and went to get some more. My son, with a smile, “What are you thinking?” I answered him, “Don’t worry, it’s just fun.”I made him sit next to me. I put my leg on. Pathetic I know. Who emails an author who slaves away for weeks at a time writing a story, and the only thing they've got to say is that my fingers are more useful up my ass than on the keyboard?And it has little to do with the content of my stories. They call me dumb because I... have issues... with spelling. SO FUCKING WHAT if I don't use a freak'en spell checker every time I fire off a hot sexy story? You mean to tell me people highlight my words as they jack themselves off, just so they can. Kiss krte krte mai ab neck tk pahuncha or vhan pr chotii chotii kiss krne lga. Ab Mom mchlne lgii or apni Gand uthane lgii. Mujhse bhii rha nhii gya or vese lete lete hi maine unki choot me lund dal diya piche se.Iska fayda ye hua k mai ek to unki puri gand ko feel kr paa rha tha or hmarii purii body bhii rub kr rhii thii. Mai sirf apne hips ko hilata rha or vo bhii gand uthathii rhii. Mujhe lg rha tha k unkii thighs ab kamp rhii hain. Mai or tejii se unhe chod rha tha.Mom vese hii uthii or. He stopped momentarily to tear off his mask and throw it aside, then he kissed my stomach, working his way down past my belly button and to the top of my trousers. Slowly he slid them down my legs, past my butt and pussy and all the way to my shoes. He finished stripping me by pulling off my shoes and throwing my trousers aside, now I was completely naked and held against the bathroom door by an expert at love making. Dale spun me around and bent me over, kissed my ass cheeks and then spread.