"Why does your son think I am your boyfriend?" he asked agitated. "What else do you want me to tell him? That his mother is a whore who fucks men for ...oney because the man she likes won't support her? That's what you want?' she yelled. "I never said that", for all the money that Bob had, he still lacked confidence of a real man, a trait that we planned to exploit. "Yeah. I know" mom said sarcastically. "You tell me you love me, that you'd marry me and kick your wife out. You make me do stuff. She opened the door, and my heart skipped a beat.She was wearing a black saree without a blouse but only a black bra. Her waist was shining in the light that was falling on it. I just wanted to lick it then and there. She pulled me in so that no one sees us. As soon we entered, she latched the door.As soon as she turned, I hugged her tight and placed my freezing cold hands on her waist. She moaned slightly and hugged me even tighter. We remained like this for 2-3 minutes and then separated,. She smiled nervously. I noted the pounding of her heart in the veins at her supple neck. She was practically panting.I grabbed her swimsuit and arranged it to help her step into it. She lifted a leg to slip it through the leg hole, which afforded me an incredible view of her pussy, not 6 inches from my mouth. I was drooling. Pulling it up, it hid her perfect pussy from my eyes and then more of my mother's gorgeous body disappeared behind the thin, stretchy material. Her nipples, however, could. Henri pulled the boots and stockings off first and then he took off the blouse and bra. He rubbed his hands all over Sophie’s tits and abs for several minutes and then he dropped to his knees. Henri slid Sophie’s skirt all the way down to his ankles. He lifted the feet one at a time to pull the skirt free from his legs. Sophie had a boner and it was very obvious in his panties. Henri smiled when he saw the erection and then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Sophie’s panties and slowly.