She looked down at me, smiled and released her buttocks. I withdrew my hand and brought my fingers to my nose, all the while looking into her eyes.My ...ostrils were assailed by a pungent odour. After all, she was several hours passed her morning shower and had been working for some time. But there was also a hint of sexual arousal, a rich musk. Together this mix of scents had a powerful erotic effect on me. I put a finger onto the tip of my tongue and was met with a tangy, vaguely salty taste. At first, I was pressing her right boob only. Then I started to grab both of her breasts. My dick was rock hard poking in my shorts. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I was rubbing my dick in my mom’s ass over her saree.She didn’t say a word because somebody could hear her. I was continuing the boob pressing. In my mind, I know can’t do anything now, but I can do anything to her. So I lifted her saree and petticoat. I lowered her panty and opened my zip. I started to rub my dick over her. “What time is your wife going to be home?” “She will probably be home around seven. Why?” Angela got straight to the point, “I can’t get the other afternoon out of my head. I really want to fuck you again.” Then she moved toward me and we started kissing, making out like teenagers. If anyone had driven by they would have been able to see us. So, knowing that, we moved inside the privacy fence. When we got back to where the pool was, she quickly removed her shirt, showing off her perfect tits. . “You’re hot!” I blurted out, as I couldn’t help myself. She giggled flirtatiously in response and said “Look who’s talking!!!” And that’s when I felt relieved, that she liked me. That the awkwardness was done and over with! We spent an hour sitting semi-intertwined on the bed, across each other. Sizing each other up. Boldly commenting on each other appearances and bodies. We spoke about what we thought of each other, how we differed from our expectations. Half an hour elapsed, and I have to.