I quickly answered, “John, sweetheart.”“Mom, about last night. You know I am not going to be able to stop thinking about it.”I could not blame...him. I loved John with all my heart and soul, but what we were doing could not in any way be perceived as a mother’s maternal love for her son. It was nothing more than pure lust on my part, and I imagined on his part too.“I know, Honey. I can’t either.” I admitted.“I need to know where this is going. I will not be able to stop wondering when you will. She pushes me back a bit and lifts up her shirt, revealing those glorious breasts once again.I move down to her tits and start kissing and licking her nipples.“Ah, fuck I love that” she says as I suck a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard now, my index finger still slowly gliding in and out of her pussy, getting wetter and wetter by the second.After getting my fill of her wondrous tits, I tell her to lay back on the counter, and make my way down to her pussy, sucking her clit in my mouth.“Oh. To usne kaha ki ghar par aana bhut sari bate krenge mene kaha thik h aata hu.Me breakfast krke uske ghar gya or wo ghar ka kaam kr rhi thi ,as i describe ki wo itni financially strng ni h to usne muje ek chair lakar ke di or me us par beth gya or bate krne laga.Me: or didi kesi ho or yar aap to din din sukhti ja rhi ho?C: are kuch ni yar, pta ni kuch tabiyat thik rhti nhi h or uper se ghar ka sara kaam mujhe hi krna padta h or tujhe to pta h wo to ghar par h ni to mera dhayan kon rkhega.Me: ni. I became quite fascinated and quickly realised that he was arousing himself against the flat surface of the grass. There had been no rain for weeks, so the ground was very dry; the grass had also not been cut recently, so it was still quite thick and soft. My heart began to flutter as my imagination undressed him, to reveal his naked body and those milky-white buttocks, clenching and unclenching, on a bed before me.As if to confirm my suspicions as to what he was doing, he surreptitiously.