Ohh I felt I was in heaven. I started to fuck her slowly. She has started to moan slowly. When I was raising the speed, my mothers hands were fallen o... my back, she was holding me tightly. I was afraid, quickly I was about to withdraw my cock from the pussy, my mother has not given the chance, immediately she held my hipps and said don’t withdraw your thunni (cock) maga (son), Hadu maga hadu, ninna ammanige hadu ( fuck son fuck, fuck your mother) I wondered to hear such horny words from my. A surprised expression answered my statement as I sat beside her. She turned to me flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder as she leaned in. Her brown eyes widened as she feigned innocence. “Really, so you heard your Uncle Louis and I fucking?” She whispered in her soft husky voice. The tip of her pink tongue swept across her bottom lip. I felt a shiver run down my back as she grabbed my hand. Turning it so the wrist was exposed, a manicured index finger started to trace an imaginary. After a few days.. the solitary time arose. Myparents & her parents left to Madras for 3 days to attend a marriagefunction. My Cousin sister and my grandma were left behind, and theycame to my house for the stay. (they live in another house oppositeto my house).That night, my grandma has gone to sleep [my grandma usually sleep inopen veranda (for fresh air) and we usually lock the door inside). Wewere alone watching the TV, (the TV is in the main bed room). She wassitting in the sofa & I was. As I wondered at the opulence, I realized that Angela had been brought up with the proverbial golden spoon in her mouth. There was no way she would ever live in the style I was accustomed to."Well I'd enjoy the show and her company, and then go back to Vermont and return to a normal life," I thought.Friday morning Angela and I used the Lear Jet to fly to Boston. A limo picked us up at the airport and whisked us off to our hotel, one of Boston's finest. We had a two bedroom suite with a living.