I feel his hot breath on my neck and the sound of his labored breathing in my ear. You might ask why, at my age, I am laying here on my back, butt hole naked with a man almost half of my 72 years between my legs, having his way with me. The apartment - my apartment - is one of two above a bar. Mine is not the front apartment that overlooks the busy street, but the rear apartment, the single kitchen window overlooking a vast parking lot. The window in the front room looks out onto a 5' by 5' alcove, open only to the sky 30 feet above.
I have 38C cup breasts. I suppose you could say that I have an hour glass figure. As a result of my husband leaving us years ago, my son Mark grew up rather quickly right before my eyes.
This story is fictional, and is about a forbidden relationship between a Mom and her son. Mom and her boys Jackie Malone pulled into her driveway and pressed the button for the automatic garage door opener. My name is Shalini and I am 46 and my son 26 now. It never is supposed to happen but it just happened. To be frank, I am a sex-craving woman.