I kissed around her ass through the fabric of her pants. Then, I reached under her and lifted her saree and petticoat. My mother's milky, white thighs...were getting more and more visible, and I kept staring at them. Finally, I pulled my horny mother's petticoat completely upwards. She was wearing lace black panties. I revealed the milky flesh of her fat, ass cheeks in all their glory. Her black panties were drenched with moisture. It was obvious that she was very excited. She was secreting. Folding her arms in front of her Aunt Barbara backed away. Oh my God, Stan, what are we doing? Um, I, um, I…, I stammered. I am SO sorry Stan. Please forgive me, Aunt Barbara said as she turned and walked away. She stood on the edge of the patio. I could see her shoulders shudder as she sobbed. I went back in the house stunned and unsure what had just happened. Soon everyone else came to. There was lots of joking about having too much to drink and what party animals they all were. Aunt Barbara. “Ugh… it hurts.” Nick groaned, referring to the erection, but continued to kiss her. He slipped his hands along her sexy tank top, and helped her out of it. He stared at her bra, wishing for it to be gone, just like she now wished for his pants to be gone. They both felt hungers, and they both wanted them satisfied. Long moments passed, and at the same time her hands eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his thumb had managed to undo her bra strap. She yanked down his pants; he slipped. But this is not about impressing me. This is about you being free. Please, favor me.’ She let him help unhook the bra and the stepped gracefully out of the briefs. ‘What now?’ ‘I want you to run.’ ‘You’re not running with me?’ ‘Not yet. You are so much better trained than I. We will stretch together. Then you run alone. You show me how you warm up. Please excuse my eyes on your body. You are magnificent.’ She stretched her arms to the sky twisting her wrists together the S shaped muscles.