She had a weird personality and that is not a crime to have to be honest. For the most part, she was just like anyone with issues of her own. Her bigg...st issue was that she was pushing 50 and was all alone. She was never married and neither was her sister.Beena was now about 47-48 years old from what I guessed. She was short and a bit plump. She, however, had the nicest pair of tits. Nice. big, soft and juicy pair of boobs. The kind you feel will squirt flavored lassi instead of milk if. Each undergarment was two sizes to small holding in her cleavage.They played another"Oppsie you WIN again Marge" Krabapple saidShe got up in front of Marge and with an evil smile took off her Bra. Marge eyes went wide."You keep in shape" Marge said a bit nervous"3 years of hitting the Gym Margie" Kradapple said "Pretty hot yourself" No not really, I just old me" Come now everyone in my class thought you were a MILF" What's that" Mother I like to fuck" Gasp, Oh not me" Oh yes you"Marge blushed.. After a month in one evening, I got WhatsApp message from an unknown number staying, “Hi.”When I saw the message there was a picture of a lady in dp. So being a teenage guy of 20 I was curious to know who was the lady. I also replied back with ‘Hi’ and our conversation started. That night we talked for 3 hours. I even told my girlfriend that we will not have phone sex as I was not feeling well.Before we went offline the lady who had messaged me told that she was my girlfriend’s mom. I was damn. It was a soft and warm embrace, and almost automatic. I kissed the top of her head. She smiled. That huge smile of hers. I loved her then, I love her now, and I loved her the night I asked her to marry me.I can’t believe it took me so long to realize what I had. I can’t believe it took me so long to bring up the courage to keep her close to me. I can’t believe I lost her before I could tell her exactly what I wanted from us.She wasn’t anyone’s classic ideal of beauty, but she was my ideal. Her.