Madhav glanced down his throbbing giant was so hard and stiff, he didn't know how long he could keep it concealed he told himself as he continued to hold his dear mother close. His hands were caressing her hands and as she shifted herself his hands rested on her belly over the bedsheet.He delicately fingered the pliant flesh for a moment, “Amma you are so nice”She looked up at him “So are you”Madhav couldn't help but notice the change in his mother. She seemed amazingly calm under the circumstances. Here they were, sitting on a bed, her semi-naked under the sheets, him with only his Bermuda shorts on him, both of them obviously sexually aroused and yet, she seemed calm and collected. It was almost as if she had made her mind up to not let anything bother her. It was weird. He couldn't explain it. But she most definitely had a different air about her.He could see that she was calmly watching him as he tried to look away from her body.She could see the profound effect her semi-nudity. " No, John. You're not driving fifteen miles back into town without at least coming in for a cold drink. Now you go sit in the living room and I'll bring us some." She pointed me to the living room and turned to go to the kitchen. I watched her ass transport her through the door and went in and sit on the couch.She came in carrying two glasses of Coke and set them on the coffee table. She sat down close to me-very close-too close."There now what shall we talk about?" Talk, I had to talk? When she sat down next to me her smell met my nose, every ounce of blood in my body went to my dick. I must have looked very pale to her. She had the most amazing odor, a light airy scent that floated over her, and a deeper, musky odor; I couldn't, at that time, identify.When I make no reply to her offer of conversation she leans over and kisses me. No woman had ever kissed me before. I had kissed girls. I was good at kissing girls and they liked to kiss me. Kissing Mrs. Ruth was like being sent into.
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