I drank in the sight of her in the early morning light.Her skin was pale. She had the sort of skin that didn’t tan well. She would burn first and go...bright red like my mum. The breasts were magnificent. She might even be a bit bigger than the photos of my mother at her age. Closer to a ‘D’ cup, I estimated. She had the same tiny waist and the flare of her hips that suggested childbearing.But this lady carried a little less padding. She was a lot more toned than my mother had been at the same. Everything happened so suddenlyand so perfectly, he still felt like himself on the inside but on theoutside he was a young, short Japanese woman.And he was naked. Looking around he found his clothes, including hissocks and shoes, in a pile behind him, as if they had been blown off butnot violently. They looked as if they had drifted to the ground lazily,enjoying their journey.Taking a few steps to gather up his clothes he felt very strange,usually there was something between his legs that made. I lifted up my torso and used my arms to suspend my body over hers so that the only point where we touched was where my cock was wedged deep inside her vagina. Taking my time and savouring every nuance I began to fuck my mother. Each thrust made her heavy breasts loll from side to side. She showed no signs of waking up so I speeded up my thrusts, ramming my cock as deep as it would go, again and again. I was in seventh heaven. Even though she wasn’t reciprocating the kinkiness of what I was. “Not yet.” She pulled away and smiled at me. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up from the couch, playfully slapping my ass as she lead me toward the bedroom. Halfway there she stopped, pressed me up against the wall and began kissing me again, my back against the wall, our breasts pressed together, her lips on mine. I reached my hand down and began rubbing her clit. She moaned. I liked making her moan.Cupping her ass with both hands, I spun her around so her back was.