He wrote a book about it titled “BISBA”. I keep meaning to get a copy, but never have.Anyway, back to my Mom’s breasts. Hers were round and full... Imagine putting a cantaloupe in one leg of a pair of panty hose. It would drop to the bottom, and stretch the leg material tight. Her breasts stretched her skin like that. That skin sloped down to two cantaloupe sized orbs that hung there on her chest. Other breasts push the skin away from the chest, but this wasn’t like that. They didn’t sag,. I kissed the back of her neck and we drifted off to sleep.I woke first, it was early, and I turned over to look at Deni. She was on her side, sleeping, facing away from me in pretty much the same position as when she had fallen asleep. I adored her body, her dark smooth skin, her slender form, she was every bit a perfect little angel and so sensual. She was totally wasted on her useless husband and I was totally in love with her.She must have sensed that I was staring at her, as she stirred and. "I was watching TV, right here in this bed, bothering no one..." It was time - that's all," Heather murmured over my shoulder. "It had been coming for days - since Kate. It was just a matter of time."Jean stiffened initially, but by the end of it, she was relaxed again. Without turning her head, she asked her daughter, "Are we going to have to share?"I felt Heather shrug. "Sometimes." I won't..." Jean pinched it off there, but we knew what she was going to say.Heather's response was, "Good!. I want that. With you.”He seemed relieved, yet I could tell he wanted to stay, which was a sweet compliment again.Suddenly I saw his expression change, like a decision hit him. He kissed me quickly and said, “I have a few minutes. I’ll tell them I took a quick bathroom break.”I wasn’t sure what he had in mind until he dropped to his knees and kissed the wet head of my fully erect dick in his hand.I echoed the words from the coffee service, “You don’t have to…”He stopped me, with his own echo..