Slowly massaging her navel area, I asked her “what?”“Is it possible son? She is asking him to…?”“Asking him what? Amma?” I asked.“Look...here, she is asking her son to put it in! Is it possible? Is it real?”I told her, “why not Amma? Why is that not possible?”.“Oh, Oh, mother and a son?” She wailed and I asked to read further to find out whether it was possible.In the mean time, I had brought down my right hand till her waist and untied her Sari knot. In the story, mother was showing her cunt to. Her legs where covered in shinny pantyhose and the tiny orange shorts crossed her ass cheeks leaving half of them exposed. She even had the thick white Sox and tennis shoes. Then when she was sure every guy had checked her out she put her hands on her hips and as she slightly arched her back causing her tits and nipples to almost be offered up for inspection. She announced she would be our personal waitress. The guys all cheered. Then she left to attention to the food in the kitchen. All the. We went down a short hallway and then I was carefully led down a narrow set of stairs. The floor was bare cement for a short distance and then we entered a room and I was brought to a stop.No one spoke but I can hear the sounds of other people in the room. I can’t begin to guess how many. I couldn’t tell anything about them. I just heard breathing and the occasional rustle of clothing as people moved around me.I heard Tyler setting up his camera and lights and then the hand holding my arm,. In the end, I was caught pretty quickly. All it took was a smile from Marissa and a shy request that I take her out Friday night. She looked almost nervous in asking me out, and her innocence captured me now the same way it had first caught my attention last year.I had first-hand knowledge that she wasn't such an innocent little girl, and in fact could be quite the freak in bed. But her coy affection was intoxicating to me after all the brazen in-your-face sexuality of some of the girls trying.