It's the little things that I remember: the brush of your hand against my face, the way the corner of your mouth would turn up in amusement at somethi...g silly being said. But mostly I remember the warmth of your skin, the goosebumps you raised when flesh made contact with flesh (no matter how innocent the touch).It was so long ago, like the words in her song. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still to this day, is please don't go.But. ”“Maybe she is a sex worker..”, mom said after a few minutes of observing them. By then, I was busy fondling her boobs over her saree.“Maybe she loves being a slut for her son, mom..” I started opening mom’s blouse hooks.“No.. what if someone sees!”, mom held her blouse together.“Please, mom. No one will see. I have been dying to fuck you.. I can’t control anymore.” I pushed mom on the floor and began smooching her.“Beta, please. Not here. Wait till we go home. Then you can do whatever you. ” she paused with a faraway look. “I thought I could retire to my ranch when I reached thirty or thirty-five, about the time when my bloom on the big screen finally faded, and didn’t have need to deal with randy directors and frisky leading men any more. I thought I could quietly get a Reno divorce from Brad at that point, find myself a new husband, and raise my children as well as a couple of herds of cows and horses.”“And the Gold family encouraged this strange match?”“Yes. It seemed to fit. After a few seconds, she started responding, by kissing back. In the meanwhile, my hands were exploring her beautiful body. I cupped her smallish breasts, over her half sari. Kneading it for some time, I went to the area between her legs.I slowly touched her legs & started moving upwards. I teased her with touching her clit, & the area around her pussy, but not touching it yet. As I was exploring, I could sense her heightened excitement from her kissing. Finally, I put my finger on her pussy,.