The elevator stopped, the doors opened and he walked into an empty hallway, turned left on the red carpeting and to a double set of large oak doors on...the right. Not bothering to knock, he let himself in and found his older brother sitting at the far end of his large, extravagant office, his nose buried in something at his computer. If it were himself, he knew he would be looking at porn, but knowing his brother, he had submersed himself with something pertaining work via the company.It was. In disgust she made him wear a condom on his little white cock before denying him all sex three months before the wedding. His only relief…? Her conversion of him to the cause. The handsome white male was so easily manipulated… The night before the wedding she stroked his little cock, cooing to him as he watched one of the indoctrination videos. This has become common the last six months before the wedding… Whispering in his ear how he’d never have her again once she went black… How she would. If I were a better mother, I could provide for Jenny in times like these, but ... well, she just don't want what little help I can give her."I should have known something was wrong when she started to ask me to babysit. She would always hire out. She'd never let me help with a thing, till now."I had no idea what I was being dragged into."So, uh ... So, you're Jenny's mother?" I asked."Yes, yes I am," she said beaming. The stress in her voice was gone and suddenly she was beaming with pride."I'm. A thought came in my mind that I would stop only if she said it was enough. I could feel her panty underneath her saree.I was about to reach her ass and suddenly she laughed and said, “There is nothing to massage.” But I could not think of anything than to rub her pussy. I moved my hands toward her pussy. It was moist. She moaned but she didn’t come with any words from her mouth.The so-called hypothetical mother-son relation ended there. I slowly moved my hand over her pussy and rubbed it. She.