I had been his pretend mother for almost a year now and we were close because of it. I didn’t judge him…it was taboo but he was a sweet young man... I knew it wasn’t just lust…so I played the fantasy to make him happy. He was so beautiful, if one of my son’s grew up to be that gorgeous….“Ann, can I talk to you about something?” he asked.“Sure baby, you can tell me anything.” I said, hearing concern in his voice.“You know this…game we play. Where we pretend that you’re my…my mom?”“Yes. Vo mere uper aa gaya aur mere boobs dabane laga, 1 boobs muh me lekar chusne laga uar dusre ko hath me le kar masalne laga, muje halka sa dard ho rraha tha mai pyar se aaahhhhhaaahh aaahhh hhahhahahahha kar rahi thi, fir thodi der boobs chusne k baad vo meri nabhi chatne laga aur mera pura pet chatne laga mai bahot garm ho rahi thi. Thodi der baad vo utha aur mera pent khol ne laga meri jeans tite thi so usse jaldi nahi nikal rahi thi mai kapde jyada tite hi pahanti hu. Thodi muskilo k baad. There were only 4buttons that had to be unbuttoned but it seemed like ittook her forever. As soon as she had started I couldfeel my rock hard cock begin oozing pre cum and lookingat the others watching my wife strip they wereobviously enjoying her show as well.Beth began tugging at her jeans inching them down herlong tanned slender legs. She had gotten them downaround her hips and looked at the 3 men who weresuppose to be taking her picture and said to them ” youbetter start taking pictures now. Every cop in the county knew the joint. It wasn't the paper on the windows kept them away; it was the paper on their palms once a month.We walked in and it was hardly any brighter inside than out. Just a couple of bare bulbs painted red over the old counter, now the bar, and a few flickering candles in the corners of the big room. The cigarette smoke and leftover turpentine fumes made a sweet-sour stench of a fog in which a few couples were groping each other on the dance floor -- a space about.