I love her clothes; sarees, panties and bras. I kept a hand under her breast and fondled it. ‘Shashank, I have heard my friends talking about incest...stories put up in the net, is it true?’ She asked me.‘Yes mom I have read them a lot’, I said.She hit me a few times on my shoulders and my back. It was a love hit.‘You are disgusting I can’t think my son was thinking about me as sexual object from so long’, she said.‘Mom you hit me more like that I love it, but haven’t you read incest story. ‘She’s very sexy, I’d fuck her,’ said Rob.‘Me too,’ Fiona replied.‘I’ll turn the cameras on and see what she’s up to,’ Rob said.He turned the TV on and tuned into an AV channel and immediately several cameras fiicked into action showing the upstairs apartment. Jemma could be seen putting her suitcase on the bed and taking her clothes and other items out and putting them on the bed before putting them away in cupboards and drawers.Of course, what Jemma didn’t know was that the friendly couple. Maybe she was uncomfortable with the "couples" vibe that would prevail at a gathering like this. Maybe coming along would force her to reopen, if only for a short while, a door she'd declared closed. Or maybe she simply didn't want to re-awaken dormant memories and feelings.Avoidance. A human tendency. One of the big reasons why it's so hard for people who've been romantically involved to remain friends afterward. Thankfully, I knew Evie and I were not like that.So it was just the five of us.. Her nipples are still erect from the chill air in the room, the areola wrinkled. His gaze wanders down over her ample belly and wide hips. Her full thighs tremble with desire though she tries to stay still. He knows her desires. They had spoken at length over drinks days ago. She had already had a couple of drinks before he found her sitting before the fire. She seemed a to be leagues away when he took the seat across from her. He knew her desire to be controlled, to be pushed beyond her.