She saw the desire in my eyes, mouthing ‘come here’ and coaxing me up out of my seat to the dance floor. We began to dance slowly, sensually, one ...f my hands on her hips, one her arms around my neck and shoulder, moving back and forth to the music. We started to grind a bit more and when I looked in her eyes, I could see how much she was enjoying this. I realised soon that it was not just the dancing and me that she was enjoying, but the attention she was attracting - she was soaking it up and. This was exciting. He opened my legs wide... "I want to try something new today, can you see through that blindfold?" he asked me. "Nope, not a thing. Just blackness," I said truthfully. I could see nothing. "Good. Wait here I will be right back," he said. I heard him leave the room. I lay there, naked and tied up on his sofa. The camera was still rolling. I felt cold again and knew my nipples were hard. I wondered what he was doing. A few minutes passed before I heard footsteps coming back in. Tub maine poocha bhabhi aap meri kaise help kar sakti ho to woh boli kaise help chaate ho to maine kaha bbahbhi aap bura maan jaaogi to boli nahi maine kaha bhabhhi maine aaj tuk koi lady ko nude real mein nahi dekha hai kya mein aapko dekh sakta hoon to woh boli jaroor aur khadi ho gayi lo tum khud dekh lo jaise dekhna ho meine jaldi se glass finish kiya aur unke pass khada ho gaya to unhone khud hi mera hath pakad ke apni choochi pur rukh diya boli yeh pusand hai lo dabao aur maza lo mai unki. She walked toward the arch to the living room."Hi mom. I made you a drink if you'd like it. I had some too. Sit for a minute." I mustered up, nervous as hell. I couldn't believe my nerve at hoping to have sex with my mom, even though it had already happened. Since the night of our drunken encounter, there was no inkling or action at all to make anyone think that mom and I had carried on. It was like she denied it had happened in her mind. On the surface, it appeared like it never happened. At.