That same day, I headed over to her flat to see her and make love to her, just to help with my guilt, I was ready to shag her six days from sunday, and at the same time still pretend it was my own mum. My mother was in fact, beautiful, with a certain quality and glow about her. I dreamed and fantasized about rolling up her top, and squeezing her jelly-soft breasts so hard until I would cum in my pants. 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. 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 could literally see and of course feel my own fingers disappear into the mountain of soft flesh like I was putting my hands in a thick liquid, or dough.
