Although cursed with these heavy boobs, slutty comes easier for me.“But dressed like this I don’t stop traffic. Okay, I will have to have the blou...e buttoned and tucked in. With the right wardrobe, I can be a soccer mom. Only a few guys turn and look. These tits are impossible to hide. I will start dinner. Sit on the sofa starting at 17:00. Hank will arrive about 10 minutes later. Put this bow in your hair. I want him to unwrap his birthday present before dinner.”I helped in the kitchen talking. My friend began to thank my mom for kindness and said sorry to me(as he now only known that she is my mom). Then we boys became friends.After one week my mom asked me if I loved her that much that I had to fight with a boy, Akash. I said, “Mom if he says dirty things again, then I will break his face.”My mom said, “Forget it. He is just a despo guy. He is just hungry for sex. Most of the boys at this age are like that only. Even you said dirty things about his mom” I said, “But mom you are. The smell still puzzled her and then almost in a blinding flash she recognised it. It was the smell of fresh spunk, she recalled how only yesterday her boyfriend had shot his load over her face and she recalled the same sexual fragrance then.What Sandra did not know was the bag was made from a fine Hessian cloth lined with satin like material and three inches inside the bag there was a small pocket which today contained three freshly used condoms. It was this pocket now showing a spreading wet. I felt the warmth of her touch once more as she said to me, "It certainly is my dear. Let's just say I live a very comfortable lifestyle, and don't have to put in many hours to enjoy it. And my overhead is relatively low - a room in my house, some soundproofing, some toys, and that's about it."I now realized why her calling me "dear" made me feel a little comfortable. I realized that this was a term she used quite frequently with her sub in the first session I had observed earlier in that day..