I was in bed, sleeping. I trust my son and his friends to generally do what’s right. Naïve? Yes, maybe, but I have to trust him a little or I’d g... nuts! My house is a simple one-story ranch. My bedroom is the one on the right. My son Art’s bedroom is across the hall. His door was shut, as usual. Kevin stayed in the smallest bedroom, the one I thought of as the guest bedroom. That door was slightly ajar. Call it a maternal instinct. I wanted to look in to make sure he was okay. The room’s. Me: if it’s wrong, why are you not stopping me right now, mom?Mom: Aah, I don’t know, son.I continuously pressing her boobs and rubbing her pussy while speaking to her. She started to moan.Me: You know, mom, because you like it. Please look at me.She turned her face, I kissed her lips, and I increased my speed of rubbing her pussy.Me: If you don’t want it, mom, tell me to stop.Mom was moaningMe: Do you want me to stop, mom?Mom: No, don’t stop. I can’t control anymoreShe reached an orgasm. I. I felt pity for him and immediately offered him the job.I went to his house for address checks, reference checks etc. It was here that I met the heroine of this story. It was a small room with an asbestos roof, a small portable TV and one bed. And on it was sitting a very beautiful woman, looked about 30 years of age sewing a garland of jasmines. She was wearing a green colour cotton saree with golden borders with a tight blouse and the saree tied tightly just about the level of the navel. The. He smiled and said “ you know I think your a right sexy Milf “ I answered sorry, what’s a Milf ? “ knowing full well what it stood for, he replied, “ a mother I would like to fuck “ I laughed and said you naughty young man, and slapt his knee, he laughed just as we approached the curry house, he parked up in the car park, and I said I wouldn’t be long having phoned the order thru.Duly collected I returned to the car, and he opened the boot, as I bent down to put the containers in the car, I saw.