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Her 36DD were her real asset, and her wide hips that lead to what only could be described as an incredibly fat ass. That’s the sight I was greeted to as my own mother was bent down getting something from the fridge. With her black skirt pulled tightly around her large ass. I stood there distracted for a moment just staring at her behind. “Still sleeping, are we?” she asked as she stood up and caught me staring, I figured she must have thought I was daydreaming or just lost on thought. “How many eggs did you want?” she asked again completely breaking me out of mesmerised state. “Uhh 2 is fine Fucking and some toast if that’s okay.” I finally responded. I didn’t often stare or fantasise about my own mother, but the internet has become littered with that sort of porn, so of course the thought drifted across my mind from time to time. I wouldn’t try and perv on her, but on occasion I would be able ass to catch a glimpse or her or the sight of her would make me realise she is a woman. I don’t think she knew her son thought of her like that, and surely it would manifest into disgust if she did. I took a seat at the kitchen table and realised that staring at my own mothers are did nothing to help aide in the erection I had throbbing in my shorts. As indian my mother made breakfast, we made some small talk about hot her work, my university work, about dad coming home next Wednesday. My dad worked away most of the time, which was just a part of our lives. I am sure it put some strain on my parents’ marriage but they both seemed happy and able to manage the arrangement. Then as my mother was serving up breakfast the subject moved onto girls, as it often would and my lack of interest in them. “I mean it would be nice to have a girlfriend for the obvious reasons, but beyond that it would just be a lot of work. Plus, with all my classes lately, I just don’t have the energy to do anything besides study, work and sleep.” I said as I sort of went on a diatribe of excuses as to why I didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment. It’s not that I didn’t want one, or couldn’t get one. I mean I was an average looking guy, but it’s more that I just didn’t have an interest in spending that energy. “No energy?” My mother let out a small laugh at that comment. “God, the youth really is wasted on the young.” She sexy teased before I shot back. “Well I mean, you do everything for me so I don’t really need a girlfriend right now anyway.” “I don’t think I take care of everything a young man needs, and I think I should start making you do your own washing and cooking from now on.” She responded. Her and I made conversation for a little bit more before she had to leave for work. After I finished up with my own breakfast I went for a shower and took care my pressing issue at hand and couldn’t help but think about my own mother telling me I need to get laid. Hell she was right, maybe I do need to get laid. It was just after 8pm at night by the time I finished my classes and my part time retail job. Wasn’t exactly the most exciting life I lead, but it would keep my out of trouble and too tired to make any bad decisions in my life. Mum was already home and no doubt she had already made some dinner and left it out for me. She’d probably be in bed by now catching up on some reading before eventually going to sleep. Walking inside the house through the living room I noticed my mum was still up and watching tv with a glass of wine in her hand. She only had wine after a considerably long, miserable day at work or if she was feeling lonely missing my dad. She was still in the black pencil skirt that had scrunched itself up her thighs as she sat on the couch and her button-down blouse had one too many buttons undone and it showed off her cleavage and I could see the edges of her black bra. I couldn’t help but stare at her for a moment before she realised, I was there, and once again caught me checking her out. “Hey there stranger, there is some lasagne left in the microwave for you it is probably still warm.” She said with a smile. She clearly had a tough day at work, as she was definitely more on the tipsy side. Something that was rare to see, but happened on occasion. To some people maybe flirting in a bar is a standard Saturday evening but to me, this was a new experience. I loved working my pussy up and down his cock. I loved the extreme temperatures on different parts of my crotch. Between when I got in line and when I was able to actually put my stuff on the conveyer belt, I beat three levels of Candy Crush and was waiting for another life. I felt Kiera’s lips trembling with anticipation, and I knew mine were as well. I never expected to be naked today, but hey, I guess that it will help me when I have to pose in front of a whole class of wanna be artists.” The first floor was the entrance and held an actual dance club. He pulled it out and switched it off. What indian an I? He slid his hands around her lower back, finding the hemmed end of her Fucking thin top, and working his hands underneath onto her soft, warm skin. Mark retreated to his room just before the shower stopped, and Lily soon exited. In her sexy room, ass Julie sat on her bed thinking about what she had just done with her brother, was hot it right? I can’t get home late again.” Max was still sitting watching us. Fatima slowly straightened her posture and raised her eyes to meet his stare head on. It was totally hot watching that huge dick pump in and out of her petite body. She followed his eyes and saw that he was staring at her pussy that was wide open for him to see. "I wouldn't believe that for a minute."