How did you like my gift?Mom – That’s a beautiful saree you gifted.Rocky – I knew you would like it.Mom – You do so much for me.Rocky – You ...an return the favor if you want.Mom – How?Rocky – Let me see how you look in that saree.Mom – Ok (she shares her saree pic)Rocky – You look stunning. Where is my gift now?Mom – I know what you want.Rocky – Then why are you not giving me that?Mom – You are my son’s friend and 22 years younger than me.Rocky – Love has no boundaries.Mom – Hmmm.Rocky – I want. But I decided that the best thing to do would be to get her out of town for the two weeks that Inga was going to be here. I would then be more free to experiment with some of my more outrageous fantasies.That was easier than it sounds. She has talked about going on a Panama Canal cruise with her sister for years. We selected a cruise that left from Tampa, Florida and ended in San Francisco. San Francisco is her favorite city so I had no trouble convincing her to spend a few days there with her. The dim light allowed us to see each other, all of her splendors now visible since she had removed her thong while I finished undressing, and my fully engorged erection standing before me. Our bodies collided together with urgency, our lips met in passion, our arms around each other, touching and feeling all that we were, wanting what each had to offer. The moans of pleasure filled the metal chamber, echoing too loudly for safety, so we quieted our voices and went on with the rest with. The bastard in charge of the caravan had ordered his surviving musket men and spearmen to deal with the slaves while he and the drovers high-tailed it back down the hill. The guards did what they'd been ordered to do. Thankfully the muskets took time to reload and the spearmen were few in numbers by now. It was also fortunate that the bastards had kept an eye on their backs. The moment I started down the hill towards them, they turned about to face me instead of continuing as they'd been.