My husband had made us some drinks, put on some favorite background music, and dimmed the lights. I had completed my own preparations, wearing only th...t which I knew would produce the desired effect on my virile man: a lacy bra and panties, and, above all, the black spike-heeled shoes that accentuated my long and (I must say) very attractive legs. I was hot to trot! My man was still the handsome, thoughtful person I had married. Partly because he was still attracted to me, I had made special. I really like mature aunties and bhabhis so any unsatisfied bhabhis or aunty can mail me for satisfaction and if anyone needs full body message she can also mail me. It was my first day in the office and I noticed her and for attracted to her and after one week of training, I came to know that we are going to work on the same project. As the days passed we became very good friends and she told me she is married and her hubby was working in Dubai she lives alone over here. Then we moved to. One of my Aunts is out lying toeveryone; telling them that Lynn had a break out, so she'll be keepingher veil down. Really there's no need. My reflection reminds me somuch of Lynn. I wonder who'd even know the difference? Music fills thehall outside the door. Mom rushes me along.So many people... They cry and smile as I walk past. Ahead of me isRichard, behind me is a little girl throwing flowers at the ground. Dadholds my hand tightly. It's amazing that he's sniffling. In spite. . and ... Your boobs are so big, Mom. I like them as much as Keily’s small titties.”“Such a vile daughter,” Mom moaned, her hand stroking my ass. She moved lower. “I bet your dripping wet. Your pussy’s as turned on as your cock.”I gasped as my mom’s fingers descended down between my thighs. She brushed the fiery curls adorning my vulva and then found my wet pussy lips. My eyes widened as pleasure surged through my body. She was touching my pussy. My mom was touching my pussy.“Yes!” she snarled..