She was even sexy in that expression.My mom was a fat woman with a flawless and fair skin. Though she was 46, she looked like 34. She had very big 38D...yet slightly firm boobs while my girlfriend had only 32D. I wanted to squeeze my mother’s milky boobs but my ethical brain didn’t want me to think that way. So I looked down.“Don’t do anything stupid. I will wear clothes and come”, she said.My drunk half didn’t want her to go. So I asked her to stay with me. She quietly came near me, held my hand. Intriguing."What do you want to know?" I said, not even bothering to try and stay mastery about this- so cliché, the "do my will, demon!" And the "yes master"(usually in a silibiant whisper). Urggh! Repress gag reflex. Continue."Well, start with the year- and please don't tell me you're still using that anno domini crap still?" Well, would it help if I said we no long say the year of our lord?" Not really. I kind of wished that I'd been on the planet- or at least in the general vicinity- when. I tiptoed and bit Jeff's earlobe, turning him an even brighter red."I'm going lube you, baby," I whispered, hoping the others couldn't hear, "and use my fingers to stretch you. Try to relax and push out, like you're taking a dump!" You don't have to do this, Mom!" he whispered fiercely into my hair."It'll be okay, sweetheart." I whispered back, "just make it look like it hurts bad, okay?" Okay, mom!" he still wasn't happy, but I thought he'd do his part. I hoped he'd forgive me for doing mine.I. We walked into the hall and turned the TV on. They had 65 inch Sony Smart TV to which internet is connected. We downloaded some romantic movies on a pendrive and plugged it to TV and watched while foreplaying.While drinking she pour some of the Breezer on her boobs which was flowing down her body. It reached until her pussy which I started to lick from her pussy until her nipples. Sessions like this happened while drinking. We started eating and she bought some choclate syrup from the fridge..