My dad well he left me and mom many years back we had to defend for our own so that put in me in a certain position where I had to be my mother little...boy and the man in the house . We lived in a small semidetached in an average town . Mom at work the whole day and me well at school.my mom, well she was a real hot looker if you asked me , tall red hair girl with 38 dd well-formed tittles (which I was lucky enough some time to get a gimps of and many times I was caught “Roger , what are you. I had sex before that but never with a big girl before but I had seen some BBW porn before and I did like it.The girl wanted me for months (she had told me afterwards).She was latina, probably about 5'7, and weighed somewhere from 180-200lbs if I had to guess. We would go to the park and she would always bring liquor and we'd share stories of sex. I remember the 1st time I wanted to fuck her she had these tights on that made the outline of her ass and thighs look so plump, so delicious. I tried. Initially he objected to her rising and serving up breakfast but Wendy brushed it aside and continued. She loved being with him like a wife each morning before he left for the construction site. Every day he called his real wife in the evening.He worked seven days a week. Once each 45 days he had six days off and made the 700 mile flight home to see his wife, Donna, and the children, a son and daughter; pictures of all of them on the dresser in his room at Wendy's house. Wendy imagined the. Therewere also two younger ones, a boy and a girl that looked about the ages of 8 and 4, respectively. The man in the picture, I guessed was her husband and suddenly a feeling of guilt filled my body. Could I really do this? Could I fuck a married woman in her own house?As my thoughts drifted back to Sandhya’s firm little body and angelic face I answered my own question. Damn right I could!Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Sandhya walked out. My jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a little.