I could see the veins stand out in Joe’s arms as he started pushing his cock up off the chair into my wife’s mouth. His heavy balls were pulled up...close to his erect dick, ready to pump their thick cum into my wife’s mouth. Just then, my wife turned her head to me, and I made sure to get a good closeup zoom as she asked, “You like watching me suck off another man’s cock? Hmm? Want to watch him cum all over me? Joe is ready to cum (aren’t you, Joe?), you’re about to watch him cum. Are you ready?. Her wet hair landed on her boobs making them more sexier. I forgot to cut my wrist and kept staring at her!She quickly took the knife from my hand and hugged me crying. I was already rock hard and as I was in the influence of alcohol, I hugged her back tightly crushing her boobs.My mom realized something was different and took a step back and released herself from the hug. My mother was looking fucking sexy. My drunk brain was making me horny. She stood there shell shocked with moist eyes. She. I said, “They are small.”Brenda lowered her T-shirt with a huff and said, “I said mine were nicer, not bigger.”I knew that I had blown my only chance to see her tits again so I said, “I’m sorry. I’m such a jerk. May I see them again? Please!”Brenda smiled and said, “As long as you said please.” Then she lifted her T-shirt right up over her head and stood just out of my reach.I looked at them and said, “You are right. Your tits are nicer.”Brenda corrected me and said, “They are called breasts. Which she never cared about.Then we came home and there was no one at home. She said she was not sure about the fitness of her blouse and she wanted wear it again both the saree and the blouse. Once she wore it I was shocked to see her like this. She never wore so reveling blouse it had a deep cut and the back was hardly covered, she gave me poses and asked me to take snaps through my phone which I took and rushed to the toilet to relieve myself. Because I’m mad at her navel and get an instant.