Our Moms always join us, since really they were the core of the gang. Since we're all older now, Moms and Sons, there is a lot of light-hearted sexual...banter that goes on. I guess we're still teen-agers at heart. It does make me wonder, though, how much cross-pollination there was between our Mothers and us. I suspect, now that I'm older and wiser, there was much more than I suspected. Funny, every one of us has a refrigerator in the garage for the beer. Moms and Sons seem to always go to the. Dressed in a dark-blue saree and her golden jewelry a little loud, I felt like she is the reason for all the heat in the world. She must be around 30. Good-looking, well-dressed and busty figure. I love those plump women who fit so well in a saree, with their breasts filling up the huge blouse and their asses protruding out, and those flabby curves with cuts to die for. She was picture-perfect.And little above her luscious breasts was her seductive neck flowing below a beautiful face and… what. (the farmer) He asked why I only had a towel, I said I was taking a bath and my clothes went missing, so I was looking for them. Ted said to wait till he came back and ran off calling out Bills name. I was dry by the time they came back and thinking it was only guys here I put the towel over my shoulders. When Bill came down the hall he stopped and just stared. Then he asked if I had a problem with clothing. I blushed and said I didn't like to wear any but someone took mine. He laughed and said. I jammed my eight and half-inch steel rod into her tight little shaved pussy and she let out a small whimper and my pelvis met her cute and firm ass. I slapped her hip and she damn near passed out, begging me to not stop. I shot my load deep inside of her as she cried out, “Don’t stop! Give it to me!”It was a quick down and dirty couple of minutes. I left her lying on the bed, trying to catch her breath. I headed back out to the hot tub to find her friends sixty-nining each other on the pool.