The door to her bedroom was open. She was laying on her bed nude. A youth, resembling her, knocked on the open door. Called, 'Mom?' but got no repl... form the unconscious woman. He walked in to the room.There was an empty liquor bottle and a glass half full of an amber liquid on the table next to the bed. Clearly, she had been drinking, and passed out. The young man looked at her middle age body, still attractive, legs akimbo, breasts with small brown nipples. He called out softly, as if. She also said that after her son (my friend) went to hyderabad she feels very lonely and does not feel like doing anything and so does not exercise very regularly. She looked at me and asked me if i exercised and i said yes. Suddenly our talk took such a turn that i started feeling embarrassed . Aunty asked, “tumi nischaii jakhon exercise karo takhon panter bhetare khoob tight underwear paro. Tomake exercise samaye nijer jantor ke khoob bhalo kore bendhe aar bhalo kore banchiye rakhte hobe ta. "You can't!" I said. "We can't! I mean ... We didn't do it that much!" We did it every day for a week," she reminded me. "The first time we did it, probably. It kind of felt like it maybe." God! My mom's gonna kill me!" I guess that's why I'm so moody or whatever," Candy sighed. "Like last night. I wanted to tell you, but then I just got mad and ... I'm sorry." We gotta, um..." I shook my head and my brain wouldn't sit still long enough to think. "My mom's got pills!" What?" Those morning after. Ride me.” Saying this she went flat on her belly. Our faces were close to each other. I held my hand at buttocks and asked are you sure? She nodded. Can we use some oil I asked. She said later if required. Both your and my tools are well lubricated. Come enter the dragon she invited with a smile.I adjusted her hips to the middle of the bed and climbed on top. I lowered by self on her and felt the cushions of her buttocks welcoming me. My cock was getting stiffer and I was poking at her ass.