Her eyes were closed and my eyes were on her. She was in Sari as usual and the stomach was visible.As per habit, I placed my hand on her stomach and w...ist to which she vibrated little. Then she came a little bit closer. I went closer and slide my hand from her waist to back of her back which was open. After sliding my hand into a comfortable position I hugged her lightly. She moved little bit upward and placed one of her hand on my back of my head as if caressing me in sleep. After she put her. But this story happened 4 years ago when I was 20 and I was studying in a college then.The heroine of my story is none other than my most beautiful mom. Her name is Usha, She was 42 years old when this incident happened. To describe her, she is a divorced woman with perfect stats (38-34-40). Since after her divorce, I and my mom were living in a small 1 BHK house (only 2 of us).I didn’t have any bad thoughts or an intention to get on the bed with her at first. Then that incident happened. She. A devious smile crossed her expression as she knelt beside me and started giving me a hand job and then put her mouth onto the head and sucking feverishly on it. As it returned to a fully engorged size she threw her leg across me and shoved it into her pussy roughly and began to ride me hard. Her loins slammed into my pubic bone fiercely and I yelped with the pain she was delivering, but did not want it to stop, my balls were already ready to explode again, and I wanted her to feel me cum. From that day onwards, our chats moved from touches to boobs to her ex-boyfriends.And to the number of times, she has slid down her panty for boys in her college and surroundings. I enjoyed listening to her stories of her being fucked by different people. I used to masturbate daily hearing those stories. We used to call over the phone every day. I used to share my fantasies and she used to tell her stories. Kind of a sex chat.I really wanted to meet her. But whenever I asked her she would.