"Mrs. Chatterjee, it is nice to meet you." It appeared as though my son Siddharth's friend Harsh was at least a gentleman. Maybe some of his polite ways would rub off on Siddharth, I thought.

"It's nice to meet you as well Harsh."

"I want to thank you for inviting me to dinner with you and Siddharth. Hostel food is such a drag." He said.

"You are most welcome, I'm sure Siddharth was happy to have someone to talk to besides me. He says that I tend to get a little preachy."

"Do you?" Harsh asked.

"Maybe just a little," I replied. I looked around before I spoke again. "If the waitress comes by please have her bring me more wine. In the meantime, I'm going to the ladies' room."

If I had known what was being said while I was gone, I would have walked directly from the room and left them both to find their own way home.

"You really going to help me do this?" Harsh asked.

"Sure I am, she needs to come down to earth."

"This is pretty drastic," Harsh admitted. "I mean, she is your mom."

"Yeah, well she has it coming."

"I see you found more wine," I suggested as I sat down between them.

"Yes the waitress came by just after you left."

"I drank the wine in silence. It was a little more sweet than I remembered but it wasn't bad. Almost any wine was good on a cool evening. After several minutes of silence, I began to feel a little light headed. "I think I need fresh air." I suggested. It was a good thing that I had already paid the bill. I doubt that I could have managed to do it at that moment. I really was feeling confused.

When the three of us left the parking lot of the restaurant Siddharth was driving. Harsh and I were in the back seat. I should have said something but I just slipped inside the open rear door of my own car.

It seemed that even before we left the parking lot Harsh was kissing me. The kisses were not those a young man should give the mother of his friend. At least not if he wants to keep his friend. At first I resisted his attempt to slip his tongue inside my mouth. but eventually I gave in. I suppose it was pure instinct, at least that's my story as to why I opened my mouth to his tongue. It didn't take long for me to forget I was more than twice his age.

I felt his tongue in my mouth and I reacted without thinking at all. My breathing was shallow and fast while I sucked on his tongue.

"You like to kiss don't you mom?" Siddharth asked from the front seat. He almost snapped me out of it, but not quite. I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. Harsh could see me, and I could feel him.

I felt his hand move under my sweater. I welcomed the feeling as he massaged my breast, while kissing me yet again. I could feel my body react, but my mind wasn't quite able to process what was happening. At least not in real time. I seemed to be a few seconds behind in my thinking somehow.

He had his hand under my skirt and my panties pushed aside long before I realized it. I felt something small and hard inside. It took me a second to realize that it was his finger. I realized that I was squirming only after my body was in motion.

I had his cock in my hand without any memory of how it got there. I was moving my hand up and down his shaft without thinking about what I was doing. I suppose that it was just instinct.

"I can tell you like his cock," Siddharth said. "Don't you?"

"Yes," I mumbled. My voice wasn't recognizable even to me.

"Do you want to suck his cock mom?"

"No, I don't like to do that." I replied

"But I would like to see you do it. You will do it for me won't you mom?" Siddharth asked.

"Yes," I replied after a second or two. I realized that the car had stopped moving when I heard doors open. I felt hands help me from the car. I went willingly.

"On your knees mom," Siddharths voice demanded.

I slipped to my knees and almost immediately felt a cock pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and took it inside. I felt the heat of it and the smoothness as it moved inside my mouth. I would have lovingly sucked it, but all I could do was hold my mouth tight since Harsh was fucking my mouth as he would have a pussy.

He pushed in and out for what seemed like a long time. Then I felt him stiffen as he put his hands on my head and pulled me hard onto his cock. It slipped deep into my throat as he came. I choked as I tried to gasp for air. For a second I was afraid that I would die with his cock blocking my airway. Finally he removed it.

I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was waking up alone in my motel room. I tried to convince myself that it was a bad dream. I almost had myself believing it, until I found the pictures on the night stand. I was very recognizable on my knees with Harsh's cock in my mouth.

I began to cry uncontrollably.