“Good morning, Mom,” he said grabbing a shirt, and putting it on. “Good morning, and thanks for the flowers,” I said with a smile, “But you'...e suppose to give these flowers to your girlfriend.” “You know I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “And I’m not your girlfriend either, I’m your mother,” I reminded him. “I know, and you are also the only woman in my life, so…” he told me. “But on Valentine’s Day, people give flowers to the one they love,” I said. “Yes, and I love you. You are my mom, you. .waha par thodi der bate ki badme aunty nee bola ki tum ghar par raho muje kuch kam hee to thodi der me aa jaungi…phir thodi der tv dekhne kee bad gallery mee khada tha…tabhi muje samne se ek bhabhi aati hue dikhai di…fatak se ghar kee bahar aa gaya too dekha ki bhabhi bahot hot thi..uska figure kafi kamal ka tha ..Khair uski size, 34, 32, 38, kya lag rahi thi woh, ufff, uski ada, uska andaz, uski chal,….meri nazar uske boobs par atki hue thi unka size h unki gaand bahot hi bdi bahot sexy lgti. Her eyes softened, her laughter faded away to a small, almost shy smile.“I love you, Dad,” she said softly.Man-oh-man, was I lost. She very rarely told me how she felt about me, usually a quick, “Luv ya,” as she’d head out the door. This time it was so different. This time it was sweet and heartfelt, so much so, it brought a prickling sensation to my eyes.I reached across the table, brushed her hair lightly, cupped her cheek, and rubbed her pale freckles with my thumb.“I love you too,. My knees were weak too but I still had control. She dropped her right leg back to the floor as I eased out of her, then pulled her close and just held her. I could feel her tears on my shoulder and she clutched me tightly.With her face buried against my chest she said, “Thank you. That was so good.”“Bev, you felt so good. Truly amazing to give you your first good fuck in three years. It won’t be long before I do it again. I hope you have another good position in mind,” I said and squeezed her.