It was disgusting as well as exciting.yes,i was finally seeing mom with uncle suresh.suresh uncle has been of great help to us after our dads demice,b...t that doesnt excuse mom for having affair with him.my feelings are mixed on one hand it means she likes suresh on another hand i can boss her around now. My mom saroja,is little weak minded female,after dads death she was emotionally blackmailed by my uncle fell into his trap,even though i suspected it never could get solid proof.now there she. .I place my hand between her closed legs, and again, pulling her legs up, bending them at her knees, clasping her feet, opening her legs so she feels the hot suns rays upon her most sensitive parts.. She moans in approval..I continue to stroke her entire body, but now including her inner thighs, ass cheeks, and areas that surround her anus and labia.. I'm carefully only allow my hand to ever so gently graze her now large and swollen clit as I move my hands on her.. slowly and as gently as I. I can’t wait to tell the kids at school about you,” JR grinned.Rising, Bobby squeezed JR’s shoulder and said, “Just be careful. Don’t be boastful or insensitive. There may be kids who either don’t have dads, or they don’t live with them. Think about how you used to feel when you were in their shoes.”JR got a contemplative look on his face and said, “Thanks Dad, I hadn’t thought of that. I sure wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. I’ll be careful.”Bobby patted JR’s shoulder as he was leaving. I didn’t want to cry any more, but my heart and my tears conspired against me. ‘Hush,’ she finally said, holding me tight. ‘Don’t cry, honey. We’ll be together again real soon, I promise.’ We lay together for about a half hour, lying on our backs as we held hands. Words just weren’t necessary or wanted at that time. I rolled up onto my stomach and lifted my head up to look into her eyes. ‘I want one more thing before we leave,’ I said. ‘What’s that?’ I reached over to get the strap on..