The boy was obviously lost over that experience. She didn’t want her son to ache like this. He need not ache. Wasn’t she there?The pull of her fee...ings for him and the consequences of what she was about to do were at odds. What if her husband found out? What if her Ajay rejected her advances, horrified that his mother would be his willing sexual partner? What if Ajay told Shobha? What if, what if, what if? But couldn’t she tell her husband that her son had found a release for his needs and that. I sip the glass of sherry I had poured myself and my mind wanders off into my past.I hadn't always been a nearly thirty's housewife, no when I was younger I was a bit of a wild thing. Guys are allowed to sow their wild oats and I made sure I did too. I finished my drink and my hands moved to cup my size 'C' breasts. I always loved having my tits worshiped; fondled and squeezed, made my pussy wet whenever some guy did it. Made my pussy wet now as I did it to myself."Shit," I said softly for my. She was. She was still out, her eyes rolled back into their sockets, with only the whites showing. She was starting to moan softly, though. Cire hopped up onto her lap and stood there, facing the other door. His hair was standing up on end, his tail fluffed up, and he was growling at the door as the men left. I could tell by the muscles in his legs that he was ready to pounce at a moments notice. If I had to describe the look on his face, it would be 'pissed'.Sarah was just beginning to show. I don’t know if I can let you do that.”Knowing I wouldn’t panic like I used he grabbed out for my hand, stopping me mid pace. I looked up into his eyes and saw everything, seeing that he was true and wouldn’t hurt me, seeing that if I was unhappy with something he would stop, unlike my ex did so long ago when he attempted to push me into something I wasn’t yet ready for. He didn’t need to say a single word, his face told it all, and I felt myself relax again him, my head ending up resting.