As she made her way to the bathroom she started unbuttoning her soaking wet top. She tossed the shirt into the laundry basket and quickly started to u...zip her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She could see her nipples jutting through the sheer fabric of her bra. Her hands moved to her small pert breasts. Jessie squeezed her mounds and rubbed her fingers over her already sensitive nipples. Her hands moved to the middle clasp and with expert ease; she. The conditions were perfect as the fine powder glided us through various obstacles on the downhill slopes. Admittedly, I was never a good skier, but CJ learned to ski well from his dad. Clearly, he could position his body in graceful moves to descend the moderately-steep trails. "Remember," I shouted. "I have nearly forty years on you. I need to slow down a bit before I get hurt." Okay mom," he yelled. "I'm going to join some of the other guys and girls my age. I will be back in a few hours and. We wrapped up assembling and she said thank you and I left upstairs to our home.What a moment that was! I felt electricity in my veins and romance in the air!!Days and weeks passed by, our hot married tenant milf comes to our house on Sundays to cook along with my mother we used to talk occasionally. We always had mysterious eye contact for 1-2 minutes.Then, it was October, Dussehra, and my parents went to our native place. I couldn’t go because of my entrance examination preparation. My mom. And then I felt it -- the slap. It's funny that I never saw his hand, but I felt it stinging my cheek. I spun around like a top and toppled over. Lights flashed in front of me and then I felt the pain. I was too shocked to even cry -- at first anyway. And then the floodgates opened and I bawled while rubbing my cheek.When I stopped crying I saw Ice glaring at me. Looking past him, I saw Jack had stopped fucking my mother and was looking over his shoulder. But what about my mother? Why wasn't.