My mother’s name is Shweta and she is very beautiful long hairs fair complexion 5’6″ in height brown eyes and 34-34-34 in size. Now coming to th... story; we live in a house in Mumbai with all luxuries as my father is a rich man.One day he got informed that he has to go to Delhi for 20 days and he left me and my mom at home. My vacations were going on and I spent time in home mostly. One day when I was masturbating in my room my mother came in and saw my shooting my load of cum on my laptop. (I. It had broken her heart when she'd sent his suit to the cleaners and found the charge slip from the hotel in his pocket. The son-of-a-bitch was even going to try and put it on his expense report. The words printed on the slip were burned into her brain, "Marla - Room 316. Must have room for her by 6p.m." She had checked the date on the charge slip and it had been for one of the nights that he hadn't come home until late. The tears would not stop.At noon the phone rang and she almost didn't. She latched onto my cock with her mouth and I thought I was going to have a stroke. Feeling her alternately sucking, swirling, and bobbing her head up and down on my shaft was amazing. I'm one of those guys that don't come with a blow job, but was thinking to myself that if I ever did, it would be in the sweet mouth. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt, the best I ever had. And it didn't stop there. After so many years of being on top, I started to grab her and push her down on the bed. That's. “Well, okay then, I guess I can spare a few minutes. Lock the door.” I knew I shouldn’t, but she was just so damn good at it!Fucking testosterone!Her eyes brightened as she hurried around her desk to hang the OUT TO LUNCH sign on the doorknob and lock up. I parked my butt on the edge of my desk and waited.She closed my office door behind her, drew the curtains on the windows and assumed the position on her knees in front of me. She knew she could get me going with just a look, and that look was.