My mother didn't mind, as she did it a fair bit as well.One night we were sitting naked on the couch. We were watching some of my mothers old Russ Mey...r films. I was feeling tired so I sat my head on my mothers lap. Her pubes were suprisingly warm and her thighs were soft, perfect for my head.We had gotten to the part in Valley of the Ultra Vixens were the lingerie salesman is about to enter the door. Incase you haven't seen it, before the man rings the doorbell, the camera cuts to a close up. The tips of our tongues entwine in the timeless dance of lovers. Hands urgent, moulding our bodies together. The hard press of his cock sends fiery waves of lust skittering across my skin. His hands press on my shoulders, laying me back on the couch. The rough texture of the cushions against my back unheeded as the heat of his mouth skims down the side of my neck. Nibbling, biting, enticing my senses with his touch. The liquid heat of desire pools low in my belly as my body arches up to his. Connie attended to her own hairwith a mess of combs, smaller brushes, and spray bottles."Now," she said, once she had finished with her hair and begun on hermakeup. "The plan for today." I'm all ears," Tyler said, examining all the various utensils andproducts Connie had brought to the station with her. The entirecountertop of the vanity was littered with hair and makeup items. Ifshe brought this much with her when she went on vacation, Tylerwondered how much she kept at home. He tried not to. She bought me glass of water. I drank it slowly she was looking at me with corner of eyes while she was working around the house. After few minutes she came and sat in front of me on sofa. She told me that Shweta is with her uncle and aunty for 15 days and her cellphone is lost. I was relived and told her that I will leave. She stopped me saying she will make coffee for me. I waited for some more time and She was making coffee for me.While having coffee she started discussing about me, my life.