I traced along her lithe and muscular legs, sheathed in black fishnet stockings, from her luscious thighs down past her gracefully powerful calfs to h...r pedicured feet, shod in four-inch stilettos that wrapped around her ankles in thin, black leather straps. She had a sharp and angular face, set with piercing blue eyes and when she looked at me, I could tell she knew exactly what I was thinking as my eyes roamed over her tight, little body – and I was thinking how good it would feel to undo. Its very usual as psychology claims this attraction towards the parent of the opposite gender to be quite natural and humane. I too was not an exception to this.About my mother, her name is Rani and she is 45 years old. She is wheatish in complexion and is a bit of the chubby side just like most of the Indian moms in their 40s. Even though she was a bit fat, I loved her not only as a mother but as a woman too. My mother isn’t quite attractive. She does not have even the minimalist features to. After all she was in her early 30s now she pondered, sipping fromher glass.Climbing out fifteen minutes later, before the water could start to coolnoticeably, she patted herself dry, not need to rub too hard thanks tothe baby oil she had added to the water. Her skin looked good too shenoticed, grabbing the huge white fluffy dressing gown from the hook onthe back of the door. She let her hair down and brushed through it andthen picking up the wine glass she headed to the compact but wellequipped. Finishing his drink, he lead me up the stairs and told the closest staffto leave him alone for the night, I counted at least 5 that I could see,but there could have been more. Following him into a bedroom as big as myentire apartment, he had me stand in front of a mirror and stood behindme, fondling and caressing my breasts from behind me, then down my hipsto tug on my clit ring. "MMM, Serena, I thought of you every night that you were away, that youwould return to me, ready to be my content.