Many a time I knew she wore blouses without bra and that she never wore panties in her life. None of this nakedness ever provoked my sexes, believe me... I used to be very obedient son serving his Mom. But I masturbated ever since I got by puberty. Never ever my Mom sneaked into my fantasies even then. What made me think of her? During my masturbation sessions I developed fetish for her clothes. I held her sari, bra and petticoat when I masturbated and this became an obsession later on. I must. .....''''its nothing you can tell me''''yes i did once but it was a mistake''''its ok boy. its ok''his hands rubbing my face 2 finger rubbing on my lipsei was looking at him his 2 fingers pressuring my lips to let them in''slowly slowly , good boy show how you sucked that cock, its ok boy ''i was gently made to suck on his 2 big black fingershidden in the back sucking on his fingers the sound of his pant zipper later and he was helping my hands on his bbc''mmmm your hands so small, yes touch. She also said that she had a real treat in store for us the next time she had to reach for a shot. I asked what she meant but she wouldn't say although I could tell by her excitement and the mischievous smile on her face it was going to be good. The next shot that I took, I deliberately left the white ball so that Jay would have to reach right across the table. I then stood at the end of the table from where she would have to play. It was in a position where we were all guaranteed an excellent. . ." "You didn't realize it because you didn't care," I said. "Like I said, a one-eighty or nothing. Make up your mind now!" "Honey, yes we'll, I'll, do better by you starting now. But, just calm down. And, tonight was, well, whatever it was. An accident, nothing intentional, really," she said. "Come on, let's go to bed. We can talk some more tomorrow. Okay?" she said. "I'm bushed." I was tired too so I nodded my okay. Once upstairs I had a thought. "Amanda, don't bother wearing anything to.