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The only thing my mom had that would surprise anyone who knew was that she had a rather large chest. Not that you’d know by looking at her because she concealed them so well with loose fitting clothing and snug sports bras. I haven’t ever seen them myself, but I would guess they are saggy based on the rest of her body. Her bra size is 36DD . I know this because we live alone together and have my entire life and every guy has checked their moms bra size at least once I’d imagine. I never met my father and mom never really talked about him. She doesn’t really talk about anything ever other than about god and even that stopped since the accident. My mother never told me what his name was but I did know that he wasn’t a good person. My grandmother before she passed away years ago once told me that my father is burning in hell and I didn’t know if that meant he was dead or if he had sinned in her eyes. My mother was raised very religiously in a strict home. Much of that was the same for me until the accident. My mother turned into a recluse for several years after her injuries. She stopped trying to better her life, she stopped going to my school functions, she stopped being a parent. She sat around the house depressed, drinking heavily, and sulking every night except for my birthday or other important holidays when we’d have cousins come and visit. As a young man I didn’t know how to help her and her refusal to associate was infectious. I spent my high school days in my bedroom most days without many friends to speak of. I became a whiz at online gaming and spent much of my time doing that. I got my high school diploma through online courses and I was taking College courses online as well. I really didn’t have a need to work with the money mom had so I stayed home in a huge house with all of the most expensive gaming and computing systems I could get. The only activity I did outside of gaming was my daily swims in our pool and I also played basketball in a nearby Hardcore recreation league. I’m basically as average as my mother physically. I’m a bit chubby and my appendages are very average. My great physical feat is my height. I stand nearly 6’4’’ but that’s not tall enough when you play recreational basketball a few nights a week. When I turned 18 years old my mom gifted me a brand-new truck. I know it was expensive, not really for her, but it was exactly what I needed at that time. I briefly considered moving into my own place but as little as my mother was seen, I never really needed to. We lived in opposite ends of the house and I saw her maybe once a day for only a few minutes. Each time I saw her she would be doing some basic chores around the house. Although she has prosthetic legs she typically opts to “walk” about the house on her stubs which are her knees. She really got around pretty indian good that way and she surprisingly has prevented herself from becoming huge because the distance she “walks” takes twice as much time and effort to do. The few people to ever visit our house other than family holidays was the maid twice a week, and the groundskeeper twice a week. Mom could get a home nurse if she wanted but she’s basically fully functional now. Unless she needs something from a high shelf she rarely asks for my assistance. Two weeks after my 18th birthday I was feeling really frisky one night. Sure enough, it was only a couple of Hardcore minutes later when he told me, “I’m getting close.” And a few seconds after that, he said, “Here it comes.” Ryan and indian I had quite a bit of fun playing with it that evening, and a few times since. With a shocked tone I ask "Your nipple pierced" Do I need to put on a fucking rubber this time?” I pressed full length back in. In just a few minutes I spurted and seconds later my Queen let out a blood-curdling yell and fell back onto the bed moaning softly. He tried to soften his volcanic groan as best he could, but this ejaculation was a real afterburner. He was in the middle of telling me about their trip to Greece when last call came. “She isn’t dangerous, is she?” You will find that he will be unable to converse with you. I don’t care what mum says anymore. And no, I don’t think you’re crazy, either of you.” Rod mumbled a positive response as he rolled her over on her belly, mounted her from the rear and slid his cock into her wet, loose cunt. He looked at her, then leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Her legs gave way and she sank quickly down all the way on me, and then she quivered slightly, her face reddening and blush extending down her neck towards her chest. Damn, I wish I could see his throat, that would be hot. “I have a futa-girlfriend,” another girl said. His finger carefully stroked her clit. My fingers trembled as I sat her on the bed, pulled off her shoes and pulled down the zipper at the back of her simple dress, eased it from her shoulders and let it fall Involving a whole bunch of his mates She shuddered and said, “What are you doing?” “There was this one guy, Vince, who claimed he turned every guy in your school gay.” The nurse leaned over. WARNING!