Like my girlfriend, only bigger, my mother was well-fleshed and they hung all the way down to her stomach without sagging like an old lady’s would, they were full, wide and fat from top-to-bottom. I loved my mother like an angel, for years I had been longing for this moment and I knew it had to happen, but thats when the guilt struck me, about my girlfriend… I consider myself to have a good slim physique, and I don’t get many complaints from my girlfriend, whi is extremely well-fleshed and voluptuous, just like someone else I happen to know, and love…
My mother is 43 years old, and single, and to my knowledge as not been involved with any man since she broke up with my much-hated father years ago. The second I arrived at the second floor landing, that when I heard it.
