It shall be done as you so direct, Miss."Again the voice changed, "Goodbye, Cully. See you at five, punkin.'"The line went dead."Cully, Miss hasn't su...faced in what, three months?"My voice was shaky."Give or take."It'd been a while.I stared into that glass wedding photo frame again, Girl's past words coming to the fore, "Cully, you don't ask. Miss will be here when she so desires and not one moment sooner. If you ask, it only delays her arrival." Understood, Girl. I'm so sorry." I'm confident. I thought she was mad at me. To avoid this, I gave her a proposal, that if she wanted, I will also massage her thighs from front before she said anything, I slowly pushed her back on bed saying that she will enjoy more and made her lay down on bed and took some oil and put on her thighs. Now my mother was lying semi nude in front of me and I could feast on her body from front while.I was looking at her body and massaging her and she was looking at my face. She knew that I was looking at her. It's rather unpleasant.Your mother sits beside you. She does not wear much makeup, she's a bit overweight but not huge, and as ever she's dressed very casually: a pale purple t-shirt envelops her soft body, and does nothing to hide her curvy belly and plump breasts, both of which hang just above her upper belly. They do sag a bit and she's definitely got a "mom bod": wide-hipped, chubby and thick legged. She is always a little downtrodden about her looks, but you think she's just fine.Your. She knew that she had goose pimples and just that simple act had stirred a warming within her thighs. His hands slowly reached up to the collar of her blouse and she felt his fingers reach for the top button and unfasten it while kissing the opening that it created and following each pop of the buttons with his lips and warm, moist tongue. Purring with delight she felt the familiar tingles coursing through her body as he gently rolled her on to her back and slid the soft silk blouse away from.