Before I start let me explain my mom who is the main character in this story. She is of 48 years now and a gorgeous slightly plumb Mallu south Indian ...ady working in a private firm. Her stats read 38-34-42 as far as I can understand from her under garments. Being a south Indian lady she is blessed with an awesome ass and wonderful boobs which can attract anyone born as a male in this world. My dad is a central government employee and very often will be out of station and is 56 years old. My. Number one she has malformed titties. One is barely an A-cup and one is a c-cup. Number two she couldn’t kiss. It was embarrassing. Number three she had the hairiest bush I have ever seen. Number four she had no clue how to suck a dick and I swear on the bible she was blowing on it. Number five before I even tried to pop her cherry she started crying saying it hurt to be fingered. I tried to end the whole ordeal. You gave her a major inferiority complex. She insisted I fuck her. So I did it.. I think about rubbing them."you like to laugh?"she smiles."yes,of course young man,i like to laugh a lot."she said frolicking her poofed up thin hair with her skinny,veiny and witch like hand.i knew she needed a my dick."i know how to make a broad laugh."i say pulling out a pack of lucky strikes i keep in my coat pocket for just these occasions.these oldies love the smell of a second hand strike,they miss it,it makes them feel young,it makes them feel sexy."alright toot's,"i say blowing that. Greg pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, “Doggy style.”With great reluctance, she lifted her hips, letting David slip from her clinging sheath. An almost desperate moan escaped her as an aching void replaced the wonderful fullness, but it didn’t last long. David scooted from beneath her, and Greg grabbed her ass as soon as she spun to lower her hands to the ground.“Now that’s an ass,” Greg said, and gave it a slap.Vanille gasped and looked back over her shoulder to watch Greg move.