Her body was trembling; she was hungry enough to eat a moose. She was drenched with sweat; her breathing was fast and deep, like she'd run a couple of...miles. She hated exercise!There were too many biological imperatives. She had to eat, drink, and work off the nervous tension ... the urge to pee won. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and blinked. It was four thirty. It was still dark outside, so it wasn't the afternoon. She laughed and shook her head. This wasn't the first time she'd. She had the same loving voice of a mother which aroused me like hell. My dick was responding spontaneously. Now I stood in front of her and lifted my head to say, or rather stammer, ‘You are beautiful Mom’‘Hahhhaaaa… what’s new about it, you have been seeing me for so many years!’ she laughed aloud.I said, ‘But you are beautiful was all I could say’.‘Come here Sundroo’, she said and when I reached she kissed my cheeks and the forehead before hugging me tight. Though it was a motherly hug and. I went in she was alone she said “ U r late, we r waiting frm last 30 mins. Sujit just went out to get my cell recharged, wat took u so long. I told her the same thing which I always blurt to ma gal wenever am late. Traffic, signals blah blah……. She was wearing a Punjabi salwar kamiz, which had a slight low neck, I knew that I am gonna get the chance to see that beautifull gully. My wish fulfilled wen she offered me some sweets they had brought. Later Mr Sujit came & went for dinner, we talked. And something that’s been nagging me since I talked to Lisa when we went to sign the papers a couple of weeks ago. She called Samantha, ‘Sammy’, and I’ve never heard anyone call Samantha that.”“Why does that bother you?”“I don’t know. As I said, it’s been nagging at me since then. The thing is, I can’t quite figure out how to reconcile all of the information. The ‘Ice Princess’ reputation seemed to be legitimate. But if it’s not, then I don’t want to think about the ultimate consequences of.