Mausi k room me hi ac lga tha. To mai mausi k sath let gya. Thodi der baad mausi k upr apna hath rakh diya n boobs press krne lga but mausi ki trf se ...oi reaction nhi hua. Unhone mera hath nhi hataya. Thodi der baad light chli gyi aur jb light aayi to mausi ac chlane k liye uthi to mera hath hataya aur ac on krke wapas waise hi let gyi aur mera hath apne boobs pr rakh liya. Aur mera tha shlati rhi. Mai unke piche se boobs press krta rha. Aur kb so gya pta nhi chla.Sham ko jb utha to mausi. "I'm not going to take this from you! Open this door right now or you are going to lose so many privileges you won't have any till you're eighteen!"Tasha's mother turned sharply and stomped back to the table. She sat down hard, her lips as tight as the knotted napkin twisted around her hand. She released her grip on the napkin, buried her face in her hands and began to sob."I hate this house!" Tasha screamed from behind the door. "I really hate it." So do I!" She raised her head from the table. This is my first story here and based on a true event that happened this evening. While mowing my neighbors lawn (I should add that she is a widowed older lady, while past her prime, she still has a nice pair of probably saggy tits that I would love to see. I sometimes fantasize about asking her if she would want to watch me jack off or something kinky in a good way because I'm sure it's been ages since she has seen a good stiff cock. I always hoped she would invite me in for a glass of water. He had called earlier and told her the bad news: He would be gone longer than expected. His four-day business trip had been extended three more days.Seven days, she murmured to herself. Seven days, and what am I doing? Sitting here, getting soused on cheap wine, and watching the idiot box. Jeez, I might as well take a shower.She went to the bathroom and stripped. The full-length mirror on the bathroom door caught her eye."Well, Mrs. Terner," she spoke to her reflection. "We're twenty-three,.