It had to be a Saturday evening, his only night off. Getting out on Saturday evening was difficult for me, no shopping excuse would work, yet I agreed... I only knew I would force an excuse to go. I was out of control and didn't know if I could even wait until Saturday. Saturday afternoon, household duties completed, a meal prepared for hubby and the kids, I announced I was eating out. Hubby taken aback wanted to know why, where and with who. I retorted.“It’s just a couple from work. You know. Attitude," Jamie said.I let it go and made my way across the room and sat the sewing machine on the coffee table. Out on the porch the woman I assumed was young Bobby's mother was having words with him. He was pretty much ignoring her, passing his ball back and forth between his hands. As I was waiting for them to finish, Doreen came out of the kitchen with a tray loaded down with a big glass pitcher of lemonade and four glasses of ice."Let me take that for you, Doreen." I said, stepping in. She walks up to my mother an says " Your right. Looking at the bulges in your chest I can say you're pretty gifted yourself." With that, she starts to unbutton my mom's shirt. I couldn't believe that I was finally going to get to see my mom's tits in all their glory. My dick started to throb after throb, watching each button come undone. Soon, Cynthia slides my mother's shirt down her shoulders and off her body. Her enormous chocolate breasts were spilling over the massive bra cups. The cups. The next morning I woke up at 6 as the festival was just 1 week always and a lot of work to be completed. I had breakfast with family and went out with Rajesh. There was this famous orchestra group. Rajesh wanted them to come and play. They were living in a nearby city which was some 4 hours away.Me, Rajesh and few more volunteers went by car. We spoke to the group and everything was agreed, after that, we went to a hotel to have some good lunch. During lunch, Rajesh started sweating heavily.