I’m 25 years old. I’m currently living in Mumbai working in an MNC. I’ve been reading Indian sex stories and decided to write few myself. As you...��ve read in my story description, this is a story of my so homely and conservative mom who turned as a whore for a black man. And yeah, this story is a fiction.So, getting into the story, this happened when I was a teen. My mom was 38 and my dad was 45. We were living in Chennai in ground floor of an individual house. My mom was hot and sexy. She had. “Forget that I am your mother,” She spoke while her fingers stroked his thighs. “I am just a woman before you willing to take off the last bit of clothe on me.”Parthiv swallowed hard sensing a fresh stream of blood running through his body because of the sudden proximity of his mother. Vasudha gently squeezed his thighs for a while before they moved upwards. “Take me,” Vasudha closed her eyes and whispered. “Let’s make love here; right in the balcony. I want to see the sky and watch stars while. Drinks started pouring in from every where as the guys wanted to see more of the show. It was pretty awesome to have front row seats to these two making out basically on my lap. Her friend looked at me and said with a wink "I'm sorry we are using your lap as a stage... I'm Heather." I laughed and said "NOT A PROBLEM!!"Heather slid off to the stool next to me as Stephanie again took her place in front of me and began rubbing my cock once more. After the show that just took place all I wanted to. I try to find couples who look nervous — the first-timers.I strike up a conversation with the husband, and buy them drinks. Drinking calms their nerves. It doesn't take long to find out whether the wife is available. I ask the husband if I can dance with his wife. If he says yes then I know I've probably read them right. After the dance, I try to sit next to the wife at the bar. That's when the game really begins!It makes my dick twitch the first time I touch the wife's thigh, and her whole.