...I was a vision in red. The tight gown accented my curves, andbetween the contrast of my blonde hair and white breasts and thered of the dress, the ...ffect was stunning. If I had been told Iwould look like this if someone dressed me as a woman, I'd neverhave believed them, but there was undeniable proof right beforemy eyes. "You are a real knockout, Donna. Ready for the small,formal party, Donna?" "Yes, of course, I can't wait, dear," Isaid, and we went downstairs to leave.It was only a short. After changing the dress my mom said don’ttell this to anyone even to your father, I am doing this for your health only atthe evening again my mom come to my room and asked to remove my dress. Immediately I removed my dress and standing naked in frontof my mom but this time I wanted to see her boobs and navel. So I asked my momto remove her saree because it will help to avoid spoiling my mom firsthesitate but she said ok. She removed her saree now she was in blouse and herinner skirt only. That. Barely made it a dozen strokes the first few encounters, but I got better control as time went by. How much jizz had I pumped into her? A half-cup, maybe a lot more. My body was now upright, my hands holding her legs as I watched in awe her still desirable large body moving beneath me. My curiosity about mature women/her satisfied long ago, and now my curiosity of a senior BBW came to satisfaction. I just marveled at her clear, pale skin, not as toned as in the past but. The bent of the sari around her breasts riveted my eyes as i stood waiting for her to let me in.she must have sensed my ogling, for she curtly told me to enter. i fished out my project, seeing others already on the table. quite rudely, she said that as i was late, i was not allowed to give the project. I'd be given just internal marks.although I'd pass still, it meant my effort was waste. i angrily walked to my seat, amid some sympathetic and other haughty stares. i decided to have my.