“Older man? Almost in your league?”“Well, Jack, really, you are well past your prime, aren’t you?”Jack rolled his eyes. “I ought to spank ...ou, but I’m too tired and you’d probably enjoy it.” Becca laughed at that, and Jack rolled over and sat up. “Come on. The house is a disaster. We need to dress and clean up.”Becca groaned at that, but a light swat to her rump got her moving. They gathered what little clothing they had and went inside. They showered, separately, and then spent the next hour. From what Mrs. Anderson had said and what I had seen on my mother's website, I had a good idea on what the business was. I locked my door and hoped my mother would not use the spare key I'd given her to check my apartment. I made sure the shades were drawn tight and sat in the chair, looking out into the parking lot.Thirty minutes later I watched my mother's BMW pull into a parking stall. The driver side door opened and I watched my mother get out. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing. “Oh my god,” she called out, “Are you ok?” “I think…” I said with a strain in my voice, “I think I broke my leg.” She gingerly made her way down the grassy embankment that I had just rolled down. Once it leveled out she rushed over to me. “Which one is it?” she asked looking down at me. “The right one,” I said pretending to wince. She knelt down and gently started pulling my pants leg. I waited for a second as her hand lingered on my leg. I think she noticed right away that nothing. I rushed and opened it. There she was. Time stopped for a moment. Butterflies filled my stomach. My jaw dropped. She was wearing a saree, as usual, though it didn’t reveal her waist as it usually did.Her hair was in a perfect bun. Her fair Punjabi skin was glowing. Her ass still protruded out of her hips to give her that perfect hourglass figure. “Dhruv! I’m here! So nice to finally see you!” she said and came in for a hug. “I missed you so much, aunty,” I exclaimed.We hugged for nearly three.
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