It surprised me to find that she was still pretty well put together. Her ass was broad but not overly fat and it was quite firm. Her breasts were quit... large compared to the rest of her body, I would say she took about a 38D bra and they hung down but only slightly. She turned to me, exposing the rest of her body and she was blessed with a mound that was only slightly shaven in the bikini area – the rest was a silver, inch long bush. She had hair the same color on her head and bright blue eyes. She finally added “I do want you to know I do like you and I do like you a lot too. I really do Spencer. I also want to tell you something else.” In a rather kind tone of voice he asked “What’s that?” “When I asked you to make love to me the other day well I meant that. I did. I really wanted it to happen in all honesty. I still do. When we were, you know, in my bedroom, well I started getting cold feet. I’m sorry that happened.” He thought about her words and then said “Why, why’s that Karen?”. However, today, I wanted to fix her breakfast. It was about ready when she came in.She came into the kitchen wearing her white terrycloth robe. She stretched and yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes."What are you doing up so early?" she asked with a sleepy smile."Just wanted to fix breakfast for my sister." That's so sweet of you," she returned sincerely."Sit down. The paper and coffee is on the table. Everything will be ready in a minute."Cindy sat down but she didn't pick up the paper. I could. Rita could hardly breathe the more she looked at the bulge in her son’s pants. From what she could tell, he was so much bigger than his father, and when she was being honest with herself, it made her feel so warm to see him get excited. Especially when it was because of her. Wasn’t that the highest compliment a man could give a lady? For some reason, causing such a big, impressive reaction for her own son made the compliment even higher.It was a shame she would never be able to satisfy her most.