Two mothers, two friends, both fucking their sons. Who would believe it?She and Brenda believed it, that's who. She wondered how many thousands of oth...r women were in the same situation. How, could you tell anything about people just by looking at them?When they were finally inside Helen's house, the blonde brought a bottle of champagne and two glasses into the living room."Let's celebrate," Helen said. "It isn't every day that two women like us learn what we've learned about each other."By the. I pinched her waist in lust, I couldn’t control my lust. Her sound and touching her was making me hard. I tried to hide the hardon but she already saw me. Then she adjusted her pallu and thanked me and told me to wait in her son’s room. I felt guilty and told her that I will wait outside till Risabh comes. And waited outside.After that day my lust for her grew to a new level, I didn’t know what happened to me. I was lusting for my friend’s mom who is also like my mother. Due to my age, my urge. To be able to see your flexed fingers tease the clit that proudly pushes out between the exquisite folds of sodden skin, to see those fingers slowly disappear in to your throbbing cunt, to watch the sensual peaks of pleasure appear on your beautifully blushed face as you fuck yourself, to be privy to this ultimately personal moment, would be nothing short of an honour. To be beckoned over with those fingers, still curled and wrinkled from your drenched pussy, and instructed to kneel between. I spread other towels on the wet bed sheets; I put a blanket over the towels, and another blanket over that one. I helped Ann get to her side of the bed, found her a clean pillow, and a sheet to throw over both of us. We slept until late Saturday morning. Ann was sore, especially her nipples, but not as much as one would have thought. We both showered; I shaved; and we went out for lunch. Lunch conversation was a hushed, whispered discussion of the night before. There was no part of the.