She asked me to bring olive oil (jaitoon ka tel), but told me not to say anyone. I went to market just to bring olive oil and hurriedly came back to R...ena with olive oil. She asked me if I know some lady who can massage me. I replied that I will send my maid to help her and will send her around 10 pm after she finishes my house work and I went away saying this Around 10pmi went to her home and knocked. Reena opened the door and she was wearing a secutive lemon colour train types nighty, Her. I suspect that more men would have hot, incestuous sex with their mothers if their mothers didn’t have a clue that their sons had brainwave sex with them. I suspect that more men would willingly and eagerly have hot, brainwave sex with their mothers if there wasn’t the shame, the guilt, the embarrassment, and the remorse. ‘Wow! So what are you waiting for, an invitation?’ Think about it before concentrating and focusing on it. How hot would that be to kiss your mother? How hot would that be to. He groaned in pain and pleasure. His head was starting to swim and he didn’t think he could hold himself up too much longer. She sat back, giving him a playful nip with her teeth as she pulled off him. She stood up and folded down the cups on her bustier revealing her breasts. She reached over him and took the back of the chair in her hands, and pressed her breasts into his face.“I want you to caress my tits with your tongue and your teeth,” she said, guiding a nipple into his mouth. He did. She reappears in the doorway and her hair is released from its upsweep. Her blouse is pulled from the waist band, wrinkled from being tucked in but holding enough form to show her natural womanly curves. He glance has become a full body scan before he breaks the silence, ‘How was your day?’ Her eyebrows arch at the question and then she rolls her eyes a bit. This can only be bad he thinks as she walks toward him. There is purpose in her step, and he steels himself for her vocal eruption. There.