What was I thinking? This is my mom. Stop perving on her. Man, I must be going nuts. Anyway, mom brought me into her place, pointed out the couch...and the bathroom and the dinner she had prepared at her small dining table. My mom could cook. The roast and potatoes where amazing. It was so nice to have a conversation with her. I talked about the kids and work, about everything that was happening back home, leaving out the problems with my wife. I’m sure mom sensed something was up but. I felt sad and back into my professional life. I worked late hours to come out of the situation.After 20 days, when I woke up, I open my mobile. I received 5 SMS and a WhatsApp message from an unknown number. I was shocked. She sent WhatsApp. With her profile photo, I confirm and SMS at night. I try to contact on Facebook but my account was disabled.I opened WhatsApp she texted, ‘How are you. This is Swathi.’ (name changed) I replied, ‘It is nice to chat with you dear. How are you? What. The Army surplus canteen I carried had dried up about an hour before, but I wanted one more minute at the little waterfall. It wasn’t but three or four feet from top to bottom, but it sure made a pretty sound. As I was watching the water cascade down, rippling the surface of the pool below it, on a rock on the far side I saw a crawdad the size of a lobster! And he was crawling back into the water. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, maybe he was coming home from a vacation he took at the. I massaged her ass crack with my fingers as her salwaar was tightly knotted, but I inserted one finger into her ass crack for sometime on my movement.She moaned heavily but not louder as she was controlling herself uuuuuhhhhhiiiii saaaalllleeee haraaammmiii and I told her hiiiiii Neha kyaaaa mast gaaannd hai terui after that I moved my hand from her ass again to her sexy bra which I couldn’t resist at all. We both were so horny that we didn’t notice anything and kept enjoying ourselves. I did.