As she’d leaned the neck of her housecoat had dropped forward revealing a glimpse of the upper part of her breasts and nipples.Not certain if is mot...er’s actions had any sexual overtones, he only glanced at her breasts. ‘Average tits’ is what his group of boy friends would call them. They compared girls tits all the time, bragging about different sizes, fullness and the size, shape and colours of nipples. Well, the boys certainly wouldn’t be hearing a word about these! He thought Mum’s. My mom is a housewife, a very good housewife. She is not skinny nor too bulky, she is perfect. Her boobs and ass are in great shape and size. Mom mostly wears saree. At night, mom wears nighty, sometimes without a bra.So, coming back to the story. It was a regular day in November. I took leave for my cousin’s marriage. And we were travelling to Gujarat for attending the marriage. My dad left us there since he could not manage to get sufficient leaves. So, he went back to Mumbai.Mom and I were. Mein mera kharr lund saaf dikh raha tha Sumera bolli merray raja ka lund to dikhao aur underwear nichay kar diyya aur kholli ankhon sasy dekhnay laghi aur bolli hay tera to bohat barra ha ab maza ay gha aur sumer gee nay apnay sarray kapray uttar diy men bi josh men tha aur apna lund pakkar kar bolla aja meri rani men tayyar hoon wo muskrai aur mer lund chusnay lagi mujhay aik dam jurrjurri hoi assy laghta thaw o bhari mahir ha iss kaam men wo lollipop ki tarah shoos rahi this mer full tana. She gave me a quick glance to see if I was looking. I was.The ball was in my court. I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of ice water. I set one on the dining room table and then brought the other to Alma. "I thought since you're so hot, you may want this." I held the drink out, but it was clear what the bulge in my shorts was offering.She stared openly at the bulge and then brought her eyes to mine. "Thank you!" she beamed. She took an drink and then held the water up to her brow, then.