Pillowed upon his mother's ample bosom, Sekhar drifted into a sound sleep. Several hours later, Sudha woke up. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was. She was flat on her back. Her son lay on her left side, his right cheek resting on her left tit, his left leg thrown across her tummy and his semi hard cock poking her side. He was sound asleep and his mother sighed contentedly and she too returned to sleep. Next day Sekhar left for work in good cheer, kissing his mother on her cheek before leaving. During the day, Sudha's thoughts returned to the night's events indian again and again. She knew that they had crossed a threshold. Mother and son have now entered the forbidden territory and this was a one way street. You just cannot go back; only forward. As the more senior member in this relationship, it was for her to control how far ahead they went and how fast, she thought. That she would indulge in incest, let alone even think about it, was unthinkable, in her past. But, that was the way of life; throwing surprises and making the unexpected happen! To err is divine...hasn't she read somewhere! An erotic story by that name, by someone called touchmate!! Yes, it certainly was divine so far! I kissed him goodnight and crawled into my bed. “It’s the Village Hidden in the Leaves, or in this case, the sand.” Until... Every last inch. I think about sex all the time. He pulled on my shoelace. We took them in. After all, our family owned three houses side by side, with Clint ready to buy a fourth house on our street. I stood up and felt a lot better. “Now how about you open your presents.” Nurse Jennifer walked back into the room. She was standing next to my bed, facing away from me. When she heard me behind her, in one move she pulled off her t-shirt. “Ha, a bit of a wild side, that’s a laugh says Sue.” She seems to excel at getting herself into trouble. Hated that it took nothing more than a command and seeing the red light lit up on his camera to turn me into some kind of sexual animal, eager to please even the most sordid demands. All positions that paid money were required to report. her head nestling my neck. I took a quick look at myself indian and my panties had a wet spot at the crotch and my nipples were hard.