I was in confusion either my mom is giving green signal or what then she went out saying that she is bringing the cream to apply. Then she came to the...cream and started to apply while applying she was touching my dick wanted and i was in heaven. And her saree had fallen of her breast and i was seeing it her nipple’s which was dark with big areola. And it finished and my dinner also finished. Then I was waiting for my mom to come and sleep she came and slept my dick was free but she did not. Angry at it I felt the need to say something. "I'm married Susan. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not. I'm married." "Hush child." Her ministrations continued. "I've got my life sorted now. Please. I'm married, in control of things,Andrew is good." "Does he do what you tell him like John does for me?" "Yes." Her fingers were on my throat now. Her eyes held mine intheir grasp. "That's good," she soothed. "Does being in control make youas wet as when you were controlled by me?" "No." The word just popped. It was at this point my mom walked by and started to ask questions."What are you doing sweetheart?" She was always trying her hardest to be apart of my life since sobering up. She fell on hard times after we lost my twin sister to drunk driving and she coped with it in a weird way. She drank herself to sleep for months. She tried at some point to dress me in her clothes while drunk and would get mad at me for refusing. The therapist suggested I humor her at least a few times and I will just say. "She is a waitress in a local restaurant. A high school drop out as a matter of fact. Hardly the kind of girl this kid would run with." Wilson said."Well, I'm not going to know till I talk to her," I said.Twenty minutes later I was in the restaurant where she worked. At first I thought she wasn't in. The only woman waiting table in the small dining room had to be fifty years old. Then I heard someone call her Ruth. Wilson obviously knew her age, I was gonna kick him in the ass, when I got home.