"The more I listened, the more I felt both entrapped by the circumstance and intrigued by the possibilities. My mother had married a much older man an... she knew what my career entailed. If I could sell her on the idea of moving to this beautiful place, I could see this working. It wasn't exactly love for Mr. B, but my career made a traditional marriage pretty unlikely. This 'alliance' reminded me of arranged marriages, which are common in some societies, but in this case, the bride got to be a. “Good questions!” she said.“Not so unobservant after all”, I quipped, though I regretted it immediately. I realised it is not wise to bait one’s mistress right after she opened herself up and unveiled she has a plan. Live and learn.“Toilet time. We have to get you clean inside”, she said.“Oh, come on”, I complained.“NOW!” she shouted, making me jump.I made my way to the toilet, sulking. She enjoyed arse play sometimes (I didn’t, much) and insisted on me being absolutely clean for it. I thought. "I think he's weird" Bob uttered."You don't mind him sucking you off though do you?"Oh no, he's good. Very reliable. Once he knows you're 'on' he wastes no time getting to work. Course, I usually see him at the bus station one Thursdays and Saturdays. I think he works somewhere near there" - (This was complete news to me. Not about 'The Sucker', I'd worked out his visiting routine ages before, but talk of a bus station cottage certainly was news! I'll tell you more about that next time, so stay. Then Ashok pressed mom’s boobs and kissed her. He asked mom to get fucked in the park to know if she was ready to be a prostitute. Mom pleaded him that she would get fucked in the car but, he said mom to give up her shame first. Then he called a guy sitting in the car to fuck mom in the park. Mom removed her saree and spread it on the grass in the park. Then she removed her blouse, bra, petticoat and panty and became nude. Mom’s nipple, pussy and asshole were pink.Mom was shy and covering her.