It takes place back in 1984 about the time I hit puberty. My dad had took off about 2 years before this and my mom put all her focus into her job. Bac... then with no internet and being my age I would mainly look at the women in the sears catalog. I was always drawn to the lingerie and how good they looked in it. So I did feel confused cause I felt like I wanted to be more like my mom and wear what women were wearing. Ok this started the first week of summer break. My mom was on my ass about. I know that I had great tits, because I would often find men staring at them, and why wouldn’t they? I was a double D, and had a tiny waist making them look even bigger. I always thought that I had a big ass but I had often found men staring there as well. Even though I would consider myself good looking my betrothed never even seemed interested me. We had gone on a few dates but most of them ended early and we only had a kiss once. And I wouldn’t even call that a real kiss it was only a peck. Meri maa ki badi chuchiyan aage – peeche hilne lagi kyon ki mere papa unki chut me apna lund andar bahar karte huye dhakke laga rahe the. Udhar meri maa chud rahi thi aur idhar mujhe maza aa raha tha unki chudai dekhne me. Main sayad bahut kismat wali hun jisne apne papa ko maa ko chodte huye dekha. Wo dono kuch kah rahe the jo meri samajh me nahi aaya. Papa lagataar aage peeche ho rahe the aur meri maa chud rahi thi. Ab wo jor jor se meri maa ko chodne lage the. Mera haath apni choti si chut. Another scan of her, and I knew that she still wasn't feeling any pain - and actually starting to adjust to it. About that time, she told me "I'm getting used to it, now. Just take it slow, okay?" Whatever you say", I reassured her.Still, I waited a little longer before putting my hands on her hips, then pressing myself into her - slowly, as she'd asked. I scanned her as I did, learning that she had decided that the worst was over: once I was inside her, the rest of me was pretty much the same.