. and the other one will be for me.”“Fuck,” he curses. “Your mouth. Give me your mouth again.” She obeys. “You've got a free hand. Use it ...on yourself.” She obeys again. I can see her thighs spreading and her arm lowering to her side, forearm and hand disappearing from my view as they reach down to her center. My own fingers itch and my middle pulses. I don't move, though. I can't, not without attracting his attention, I'm certain of it.Again there's a loud popping sounds as she pulls her mouth. I said okk aunty. I went into the kitchen to put the glass of water into the sink and due to the narrow kitchen and her enormous big butt, I brushed my jeans on her butt. As I passed her I saw the smoothest slightly tanned, fleshy back of this big woman and the sides of her blouse showed her enormous white milky boobs and I knew I had to fuck her that day.She came back to the drawing room and we started an English movie. There was a silence when I was just looking at her cleavage she knew that. What the hell? I slid down the bed and scooped up the book off the covers, wondering why he had been acting so weird. I grinned as I noticed that the book had landed so the page he was reading had folded over on itself. I unfolded it and began skimming through the story, it seemed to be about a girl getting fucked in her apartment and so I was just about to shrug the whole thing off when suddenly I realized the main character wasn't a girl at all! He was a guy in girls clothing! I quickly. ” Say whatever you want, but these things were magnificent, man made 32DDDs that still swayed and jiggled under her clothing, it was hypnotizing. To his friends, she was a sex symbol, a masturbatory fantasy that we called Mrs. Palmer, or sometimes Rachel, but to Mike she was just Mom, although honestly if he’d checked her out too, none of us would’ve judged him for it. We’d always been good students, both in terms of grades and in behavior. We both had straight – As for as long as we could.