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“Who’s this”? She called cutie out. “It’s me Mom” came her son Deen’s voice. Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn’t have to worry about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked anime feeling still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn’t prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again form a sticky patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no mood to go to the library. Walking in, Deen looked quizzically animation at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn’t for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid movements of her hips and the slow roll of her hips. The sway was slower but sexier. It was an indescribable exotic sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her crotch on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was cartoon too late to amend things. In a bid to make the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to take a bath so that they could lunch together. “No one did. Dakota bounced off the couch and went to the door. Leonie brought over Sofia pants, cartoon jacket and socks which she put on without bothering to wear anything underneath. “You ready for more?” I exotic asked as I gradually pushed my cock in just a hair further. The entire top floor was her apartment! An ecstatic broil engulfed my mind. People started following us through the store; not directly behind anime us, they had the decency to keep some distance, but whenever I looked over my shoulder, I could see them, peering from around the corners of aisles, darting back when I spotted them like coyotes. He put her hands above her head the same way he had done when he took off her night gown and made a ring out animation of the cloth again. “Hey, it was your words, not mine.” “In most case, yes, of course,” she agreed. It was pretty spacious and had a large computer monitor with a few cutie security camera feeds on it.