“Don’t you worry about me, Nil. Actually, I’m pretty tired after my journey. We can do this together another time, hey? I love seeing you happy,...and I like seeing you smile. But I probably had better go and get ready for bed now, OK?” She wiped her hands on her dressing-gown, and began to tie it shut again.Shunil, though still evidently feeling the humiliation of his own failure to satisfy, did his best to smile back. “OK… I love you, amar jaan. I miss you so much. Thank you for this. I’m so. I still had a lot to do.The spark of pride hit me again as I surveyed the cluttered apartment. It was small and disorganized and crammed with unopened boxes, but it was MINE. No one could understand why I was so determined to do this by myself. Mom wanted me in one of the apartment complexes my brothers lived in, Dad wanted me to buy a house in the old neighborhood, and my brothers - with the exception of Randy - couldn't understand why I wanted to move away from home in the first place.Then. So 2 days after we were in hotel for lunch and we were sitting in corner position, it was little sideways- no one can see you sitting there. That day mom was wearing salwar and I was in pyjama kurta. There I dared and started smooching moms thighs. She didn’t stop me. Then after we had starter mom herself started pressing my thighs. I was shocked little. But I was enjoying much. Then I put my hand on her thighs smooching her and kept doing it. Mom was seduced so she started holding my penis. I looked her over and she came to me and we kissed. I slid my hand over her firm butt and she groaned again. Finally we took a break and we both slid our suits off. “Wow again””Yes, you’re stunning” I replied. I looked her over as she studied me. I forgot how amazing tan lines can look. Her tits are small but don’t sag much. Her stomach is flat. I grabbed her and pushed heer back on the bed. She sat on the edge as I got on my knees between her legs. She spread eagerly and I got the full look at.