He changed my mood, I pushed his head towards my hip tightly.I removed my blue embroidery blouse’s hooks and lifted my black bra. I released my boob... from the bra and it hit on his head. He suddenly changed his position and took one of my boobs into his mouth. He squeezed the other boob. By that, I had one more orgasm!I pushed his head towards my pussy immediately. He was licking all of my liquids and swallowing them.Suddenly, my bf helped me stand and put his manhood so fast in my pussy. But. Like a gentleman, he grabbed my bag and insisted on carrying my large handbag as well. I said, "It's OK honey, I'm a big girl, I got this". No, he replied "I am your bitch mama, let me. Please. That is the least I can do for you allowing me to be your bitch". My heart was beating a mile a minute! I was both excited that he had called himself MY BITCH and I was shocked that he was already into character. I went along with it. "You damn right! and hurry your ass up". I thought to myself “Was that. Some women feel good in contact with their mature sons. Some lonely and widow women get success in seducing their son and had their life fueled with joy and excitement. You know beta!, your shyama aunty who has now settled with her son in America. Once she was come to house. She was now totally changed. You know why! Why mom? I said. When I asked the reason, I totally shocked. She said, her son take care her every need even physically also. They are living there just like couple and having fun.. Not dressed for a long train ride.I, on the other hand, was dressed for a long ride. Jeans and a t-shirt, unshaven and bare feet in sneakers with laces untied.I gave her the mandatory smile when she looked at me, and her lips formed an almost invisible smile that disappeared right away. “Going far?” I asked.She nodded, and then hurried to get her cellphone out from her purse so she could give it her full attention.Fine, I thought, a little more offended than I had the right to be. This was.