“Well, it works for us,” he replied, matter-of-factly.“So, what’s the hotel you are staying in like?” he asked after a brief respite.“Love...y,” I replied.“Cool,” he answered, “Then, maybe I can check it out when we get back to your room tonight,” he concluded with an impish grin.If my heart had been beating fast up to this point, I now felt like I was about to have a heart attack.“Listen, I was a little lazy when I got back home from work today and should have had a shower. Do you mind if I have. She looked at herself in a full length mirror. Okay so I'm a little plump she thought. At 5 feet 5 inches and 150 pounds she was maybe 30 pounds overweight. My breasts aren't as firm as they used to be after all I've nursed 3 kids she thought as her hands came up and cupped her breasts. Her heavy 38DD breasts hung on her chest sagging a little with big sensitive well used nipples on the tips. My ass and thighs are big but I don't have a big gut. Her ass and thighs jiggled as she walked but her. She looked at her son calmly for a long moment. Then she looked back down at the man lying beneath her. “What’s going on raji!…Let me up!…” the squirming man demanded.“No santoshl!…Don’t!…Not yet!…” mom responded, stiffening one arm against the man’s chest and forcing him back down on the bed.“You’re not done yet!…”“But I can’t!…Not now!…Not with…him… right there…!…Nahhh!…”.My mom revolved her hips,so as to distract him “yes you can,its my son there.” “Umm Hmmm!…That’s it!…Umm Hmm!…Come on!…”. I just can’t wait!” Whatever it was, I could get no more out of her. I helped her toss salads, and prepare dinner (Denise always made her own birthday dinner, I found out, because John was just a passable cook). I even fixed her another drink, but found out alcohol wasn’t going to help me figure out her secret either. I’d just have to wait. Well, John got home about an hour later. I could tell that he knew what was going on, for sure. He just smiled at her when he saw Denise in her white dress.