My mother name is Vaani and she is 45 years old. I don’t know about her sizes. This story was started in 5 years. Now coming to the story.I’m not ...he much conservative guy. I don’t have any bad intentions on my mom because she really takes care of me. During my B.E holidays, I met with the minor bike accident. But I’m good and I’m not injured more but my hands were injured severe wounds. So, I cant use my hands. She only here to helps me all my needs i.e., from food to bathroom. She feeding me. But there where other ways for Marsha to have the sexual juices flowing when her desires flamed. It was done discreetly through romping starkers with the plumpish maid; the good girl, through her simple looks, never felt a cock inside her cunus, due to her aversion to the opposite sex. She welcomed and delighted in these sensual interludes.The good serving wench knew that Marsha needed more that a sensual romp coupled with a suckle to breasts and sixty-nine poses. Together with her mistress. "Matthew!" The boys' mother snapped, before sighing. "Matthew... WhyHAVE you dressed like that tonight? There are a million things youcould've gone as." I wanted to be a zombie French maid," Matthew shrugged. "I can'texplain why, I just know that this is what I wanted to go as." Where did you even get the costume?" Ellen asked."At a fancy dress store, where d'you think?" Matthew replied. "Thingabout only being 5' 7" is you have a lot of choice come Halloween." And out of all the things in. It was now clear that she was ready for action.She then held my hand and said its ok as she may have realised that i was embarassed with my shaft buldging .The next thing i new was that i had my lips on her lips and we smooched for a long long time with my toung into her mouth and her hand on my shaft (still with my shorts on)I then ran my hand over her lovely lovely breast and then took it between her thighs.She was wearing a loose top and tight pair of jeans.I ran my hand on her breast below.