I removed her saree from top and she was standing before me in blouse and petticoat.I made her lay on bed and I slept by her side and started to unhoo... her blouse and was smiling and saying,“raji you are so romantic…I love you a lot da,please fuck me till morning and tear my pussy”.She in the meantime moved her hand down to hold my dick which was hard as red hot iron rod. While I was kissing and squeezing her boobs she was making to and fro motion on my dick.She asked me to remove my dress and. Fatima then preceded to the shop floor which dark as the only windows were covered by the shutters and didn’t let any sunlight in. She went behind the counter and switched on the lights. As she was settling in she heard noises coming from upstairs.Upstairs was used as a stock room and used as a ironing room for sarees and suits. A set of windng stairs led to the stock room which was closed off by a door. Fatima thought that she was just imagining the noise and her mind was playing tricks on her. After a while she was on all fours pushing her bottom backwards. Every time she did her knickers pulled tight and her lips were slightly parted. I so wanted to grab at her but waited for Mark to say so. So I looked in his direction and saw he had his cock out and was wanking it slowly. It was an impressive cock, I must say. In fact I was the only one present who was showing anything.Mark noticed me looking at him and he flicked his eyes at his wife’s arse. “What to you think then”? He. But I'm your mother. How can you treat me like this?" She said turning to look at me, her mascara and eye shadow streaking down her face from the tears she had been crying.Seeing my always fastidious, perfectly coiffed, fashionably chic, impeccably groomed, smartly manicured, exquisitely made up mother transformed into a slovenly street whore from the low rent side of the tracks turned me on immeasurably. I began to slam my cock into her tight virgin ass, "Take my fucking dick you sorry excuse.