I said it’s not the matter about modern and all, it’s the matter about how men will see beauty in the women, even lights are off all girls are com...on. She smiled at me, I kept quiet. We had lunch and I dropped her home, once I reach home I Whatsapp her to ask the gas booking no, she replayed for that, then I slowly developed our chatting habit, I used to put missing status to my Whatsapp, she used to ask, see how you miss your wife, my husband doesn’t put such status to his Whatsapp, one day. "No," she said then giggled as my hands found naked skin.I lent forward and kissed her right breast, while my hand mauled the left one."Stop, stop," she said trying to push me away."No fucking way," I said with an evil grin on my face.She pushed me hard and got away, running upstairs to her room."Naughty boy," she called over her shoulder and giggled.She was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, her chest heaving from the effort of running all the way."What kept you," she said and turned and. The thought running through my mind what either of them would do if they knew what me and mum had been up to?. We talked about the k**s and what we would do when i got back, then we said goodbye, i hung up and got myself another drink. I walked back into the living room, sharon and mum were chatting. As i walked in i felt the atmosphere change and they stopped talking, i looked over at sharon and noticed she was holding one of the dvd’s, then at the t.v to see the film that mum and me were just. Naturally, she knew what next to say and do. “Here, Robb, let me help you get those things off,” she said as she opened my fly and pulled my pants down. This was not so easy, as my erection was sticking straight out through the fly opening in my jockey shorts. She stared at it, smiled warmly, and said, “Ummm, nice, thank you.” I took my shirt off, but she had taken on removing my pants as her own private task, and she was enjoying every second of it. She had my jeans off. Now, she started to.