“Ya?” he said, “You know, guys love sucking cock too.” Then I felt his hand on my leg.My head felt fuzzy, almost dizzy and fizzy. Every nerve ...n my body felt on edge, every sense heighten. When his hand moved to my hard cock and rubbed it through my jeans, I felt as if I was melting into my seat. I was putty, ready and willing to have his hands on me. I wanted this so much, even if I didn’t exactly know what or why, it just felt so good. Things got a little blurry. Was it a minute? Could it of. In no time at all he was dressed as ordered and he sat on the edge of the mattress knowing that to come out of his room without permission would be just the excuse they would like in order to punish him severely.An hour later he heard Brenda, his mother in law, calling him and responding quickly he answered the call as he was supposed to; immediately he approached her and knelt down, reached forward until he could kiss her feet and answered, here I am mistress, your wimp of a son in law is. My pussy was getting wetter and tingly all inside just thinking about Bobby's huge fat erection. I rubbed my wet pussy with one hand as I sipped my coffee. My puffy wet pussy lips parted open as I closed my eyes and let my middle finger sank in.I moaned softly, Bobby's name barely escaped my lips when I realized he was calling out to me."Mom! Mom! Where are you?Quickly I pulled my hand away from my wet snatch and pulled my t-shirt down to cover myself, I stood up and faced toward my son as I. Now I was in a great situation that I could have never imagined Shikha and I, in a room with no one around us suddenly we both were silent and didn’t know what to say.Then I asked her if I could read her palm she agreed, and I held and gently pressed her hand acting to understand what her lines said she asked – kya likha hai mere haath mein? I told her, to be honest I don’t know Shikha, but I just wanted to touch your hand she moved away from me.I went close to her and asked, Shikha, may I hug.