I usually sleep with my undies as its very hot here in Chennai. Desi indian I was not ready to give up. As soon as she retired to her bedroom, I managed to sneak into the next room. My mom was cooking breakfast and hearing my footsteps, handed over me coffee and asked me to sit as she needed to talk. She faced away from me and was crying the entire time. We fucked again twice that night.That incident changed my relationship with my mom. Now she was in her bra and underwear and she looked damn sexy. I was eagerly waiting for night to fall. I was shell-shocked and in instinct, I managed to pull over the sheets and cover myself. And as soon as I bent to peep in, the door opened and my mom was stood there covering herself with petticoat.
