His hand underneath pushing his cock against me. He begins slowly sliding back and forward. Bucking my hips against it, trying to get his dick to rub ...he right spots."Tell us what you want," you demand from the chair.The man behind me stops rubbing along me and starts tapping my clit with his cock, his hand bouncing his dick between me and it."I want him to fuck me… Please," I whimper."Slide it in her slow," you respond. "Let her feel every inch."Groaning with need, you know that's not what I. "Oh darling, I'm sorry. I never meant it like that. Of course I look on you as my wife but I still don't think you should be burdened with such a responsibility." Are you suggesting I'm not capable?" Of course not but I don't want to see you with such a promising career saddled with such a burden. Theresa is my wife and I should be prepared to drop everything for her sake if it's necessary." It's NOT necessary." It certainly is." But not you. She happens to be my mother and I love her dearly.. He knew he shouldn’t do this with his mother. I wasn’t a slut like Leyla. But he wanted me too badly to care. His fingers moved from my breasts to the buttons.He worked them down.“Mmm, do you like your mother’s tits?” I asked when he’d opened my blouse, exposing my dusky breasts cupped in a cream colored bra.“Definitely,” he groaned, pushing the blouse off my shoulder. His hands moved behind my back as the top slipped down my arms. He found the clasp of my bra, unhooked it with skill. My. Am sure you will love all that I have shared so far and that will also give you a better picture of me as a person.This is something that happened just few weeks back and now almost a regular thing. I stay at yelahanka old town near bagalur. I stay alone in a 1 bhk flat there and have a maid who comes everyday for the daily washing and other chores. I generally stay in very little clothes in my flat and she might have seen quite a bit of my skin before..So am not much fussy about all that. It.