He said "I've been wanting to get my hands on these since I saw the pictures of you." He grabbed a bra clad tit in each hand and gave them a squeeze, ...hile I slipped my shirt over my head and off. CJ pressed his face into my cleavage kissing all over the exposed skin. I reached around behind me and unhooked my bra, and CJ sat back to watch while I bared my tits to him, my nipples hardening as the air reached them. He said" Your fucking tits are gorgeous." I know I'm no beauty, but guys, and. By the way, I was not into paying money for sex. There was no fun in that. I started drinking and it became a problem. With drinking and no proper food, the going was tough. Alcohol set my sexual desire on fire too.In the end, my mom came with me to Chennai to take care of me, till my marital problems were sorted out and I got settled. I was reluctant to bring my mother to Chennai in that situation as it was a one-bedroom flat. She said it was ok and she can stay with me. She did not object to. Mom then slowly and expertly removed one of her black nylon stockings, removing a spike high heel when the nylon got to her ankle. She removed the wet cum stained nylon stocking off my cock and slowly slipped it onto her bare leg. The black nylon stocking was glistening with our combined mom-son cum. She rubbed her hands up and down the cum stained stocking. Then as she said in her fantasy started to masturbate her pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine as she put on a show for me, faster and faster. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me — it wasn’t a typo it was a nickname — Bust Her. It was a play on those enormous tits and the fact that she was one of the.