She was medium-height with long, shiny brown hair, and like I said, very curvy. She tanned beautifully in the summer and her legs were gorgeous. I did...know her bra size because I started looking at them when I was ten and they were 32-A cups but by the time she was sixteen, they were 34-B and when she was in her senior year, 36-C. She could easily have been a Playboy model, really she could.I know I'm her brother and all, but I must have spilled gallons of cum dreaming about her and, now, as an. I envied those men, who were fucking my own mother, like a cheap whore. I wondered if she was an ass virgin. Surely, my dad or some lucky guy must have had that tight ass. I imagined myself filling her tight asshole, with my warm, sticky cum and watching it drip from my own mother's brown, puckered asshole.Sad that the climb was finished, I lifted my eyes innocently and smiled, as my mum entered the flat. That was something else, I thought. Her fine, huge breasts were lifted against a thin. “Jake, I’m glad I caught you at home. The meeting’s postponed two weeks. Take the day off, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Hey, honey, I don’t have to go to Chicago after all. What would you like to do today?” I was not prepared for what she said and the way she was acting.“I can’t do anything with you, I’m very busy today. Why don’t you go play golf or take the boat out?” She was looking at her watch with a very anxious look on her face.“OK Sweetie, you never tell me to go play golf, so I’ll do. " And probably never will be. Her last name is Washington from her fucked up husband after she divorced from my dad. But she still goes by Bellingham -- Mrs. Bellingham. And by the way, she's never married a white man. She likes the brother for the long haul. Just remember that." Craig kissed Joe before they left out, a long deep kiss. "Love you."That was definitely food for thought. Before Joe could respond they grabbed their coats and headed to the west side where Mrs Bellingham owned a.