After that weekend things went back to normal for June and I. I assumed she was getting cock from her husband and I had another girlfriend that I was ...anging daily. Then one day she whispered in my ear "I am lonely. Come by tomorrow around ten." And I did and June jumped me. We fucked like crazy. After we fucked we laid there. June said "I am getting plenty of cock from my husband but I still want yours. I want yours and his." "Yes I know June, I love fucking you but I need pussy everyday or. She was a bbw goddess on her own. Big tits, a big belly, an ass to die for and some very big round tights. I liked to watch when she was dressed like that. And yes, it made me hard from time to time. And yes, I had those fantasies of fucking her, but she was my mom. So, just no. For the time at least.So another few weeks passed by. I did the usual, mom lived her life. It was over a Sunday evening dinner, Chinese takeout, when the talk started. She asked me about my life. About everything,. She was not overly flirty or outwardly promiscuous, but I constantly had fantasies about her, mostly involving my cock pocking through her cleavage as I fucked those beautiful breasts! My day dreams would always end with the reality of the situation. Her husband was a big guy with a big dick and, from what I understand, Laure can’t get enough of it! I, on the other hand, was only average in size and I had a confidence problem. Also I am just not the kind of guy who can perform on demand when. He kissed me on my lower belly that made me to scratch the wall like a wild catI was still wearing my shirt. I didn’t open my eyes and took it off. I also undid my bra and let it fell down feeling proud on my 36C breast and erect nipples. My husband again started pulling down my skirt and this time he took it off completely, he lifted my legs one by one to take off that skirt.I felt him kissing my inner thighs and slowly running his fingers on my belly. His hand reached more up to grab my.