This was my mother! What the fuck was I doing? I looked back through the doorway, worried about Carla catching me, catching us. Mom lifted my hand ...nd put it on her breast. "Oh, Peter," she sighed. "Touch me, my darling."I squeezed her tit, feeling her nipple hardening quickly in my palm. How many times as a teen had I fantasized about her? And now here she was, doing this. Sure, she thought I was her dead husband. Yes this was wrong. I pulled her too me anyway and kissed her again,. I pull her over to me on the bed and kiss her tummy moving up to her tits and suck each nipple until they are hard. My mother tells me to get on to the bed and lie down, she steps over me and lowers herself over my face. Looking up seeing her naked fanny and the tuft of hair above her slit and her hanging tits, I am ready to come.I watch as her smooth fanny gets closer, her lips all pink and swollen. I stick my tongue out to meet her and touch her lips, which are all warm and damp from the. That is the mistake she did. I took the opportunity and said that prakash likes her a lot and explained her about all the ways he used to peek at her and how he used to smell her pantys and bras and all she was excited by hearing this. But she kept her cool and said that you should not read all such stuff and it is sin to think about their own mothers like that. I said I am sorry aunty and I will not repeat it again.Then she said Ok and asked me to leave. I am sure that after I left she should. That sweat was going through her cleavage which was looking sexier…She cud not talk bcz of excitement but was just moaning…I pulled her suit from her waist n. Kissed her navel i wanna see her expression but i cud see only her large boobs moving heavily up n down…I kept pulling her suit above n kissing her sexy waist…I put my tongue in her navel n licked it nicely now she was moaning aaaaahhh mmmmmm swtu ohhhh…Her body moving in rhythm…I make her to sit n pulled her suit…She was wearing now.