Madi. Where was she? He grunted, pulling himself into a sitting position before moving to his dresser. It was amazing how his mother had failed to rem...ve any of his things, despite the fact he hadn’t lived in the place for three years. He pulled on a pair of boxers before moving to his closest and pulling on his flannel robe. He tied the sash as he made out of his room and back down the stairs. He found Madi curled up on the couch watching TV by herself. ‘Hey, Baby.’ He grinned, scratching his. I ring the bell and my angel open the door and she was looking hot in red saree, she knows that and she welcomed me in and offered me to sit on sofa and she went to kitchen to bring water while she was walking her ass made my pant tent and I had water and she observed my bulge in my pant and gave a naughty smile and went to kitchen to arrange bf and I followed her and hugged her from back and my hands on her navel and I pressed her back to me and she can feel my tool on her ass and I was. Of course after we married, she kind of let her self go but I love her far more today than I ever could have back then. Our shared history, and all of the years we've spent together have linked me closer to her than I was to my own mother, but lately something is not right.Why should I care you ask. Helen will be sixty in a few weeks. Her once proud breasts now sit low on her stomach where they once thrust outwards and upwards and caught the eye of every man who passed. Her ass is now wider. "I suppose." "Do you want mommy to lick your pussy and get it ready for daddy, sweetheart?" Mom asked, her voice the same as if she was asking Lilly if she wanted cream in her coffee. "I-I-I don't know," Lilly stammered, looking at me for help. I nodded. Mom continued her sexual teasing her daughter. "Lilly we would never make you do anything you don't want to do. Do you understand?" "Yes," Lilly nodded. "Do you want mommy to lick your sweet little pussy?" Mom asked, moving so close it.