Anju sat close to him and started to fill his plate. Anju struggled to release herself, but could not, as his grip was stronger. First she felt his hot hands over her breasts and second she felt his hot member ram into her bare buttocks. Anju was totally engrossed in his hold and when the churning inside her stomach increased she started to writhe in his arms. Seeing his mother move, Ajay dragged his hand out. She was in a dilemma. He waited for some minutes. She made them slippery with her saliva and when they were moist enough she took them in her lips kissing him passionately. As Anju was busy trusting her tongue in and out of his mouth, Ajay kept pulling her lower body on to his rising manhood. In her sleep as Anju moved down on the sofa, the sari covering her chest slipped down, exposing a part of her robust chest and down below, her midriff too was bare. She had not expected this from Ajay when she had asked him to undress her. She let it sneak to each and every corner
