As I examined the panties I noticed the label. I found the same label in the bra, the stockings, the skirt and the blouse. Bouvard's of Paris. It took...me a few minutes for it to register in my brain. Then it hit me. Bouvard's of Paris, that was the store in the hotel in Chicago where I had seen Vicki shopping and I also saw that same label in Vicki's panties.This revelation triggered another memory that had left me puzzled at the time but somehow slipped my mind afterward. It didn't make sense. Before inserting my cock, I started fingering her pussy. Mom moaned and said, “Darling, not your finger, I want your dick inside me. Come on now.”I spread mom’s pussy lips and started pushing my dick inside her. Within no time, I was fully inside her. I started fucking her very slowly. Mom kept on staring at me with a smile on a face. It was so nice to get friction from her fully stretched pussy, so soft.She held my hands and placed on her heaving boobs. The touch of her fleshy boobs made me. Her best attribute, aside from her little turned-up nose and full lips, was her tits. They were astounding, at least 40-DD. It was no wonder all the neighborhood guys who were friends with her son always wanted to swim in the Bell's pool, because she spent a lot of time sunning herself. Once I'd discovered jacking off, Sara was almost always the center of my fantasy.I can attest now, all these decades later, that fantasies sometimes do come true.That first day was a sunny, spring affair,. Ai was no fraud and it made her feelings sour thinking it. She attempted a smile and changed her tone to hide her uncertainty and said, ‘That was sweet. Tonight’s my turn.’ She turned and asked Philip, ‘Can she come to the gym with me?’ ‘Jeez,’ he chuckled, ‘you’ll get Karla fired for sure.’ ‘I won’t. I promise. Anyway, Kenisha won’t say anything.’ ‘Don’t get banned, ok? And remember, we may rent a space in that building and I don’t want our spa to get a bad reputation.’ ‘Are you gonna just.