"We need one of these for the boat," Wendy said, nodding at the Maytag.The attendant heard her. "Willard Gastineau down at the general carries the May...ag, I can call him."Wendy nodded.Young Willard was a very tall spindle of a cajun. He got right to business."Twenty-nine ninety-five complete ... two tubs and drain hose included ... plus 2 percent state and local tax and I'll deliver it. That's for the gas model ... the electric is seven dollars more. What's your address?" We live on the. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see Mike grinning.“You never forgot, did you?”“Not for a second,” I said.“I’m going to marry this guy, Mike. He got away from me once, but never again. He’s mine now,” she said, turning back to me and renewing her kiss.“Good for you,” Mike said happily. “He’s been much more cheerful since you arrived this week.”“Yeah, well, I’m going to keep him that way too,” she grinned, looking me in the eyes.“You going to give her a ride on that?” Mike asked,. My eyes were transfixed on her cleavage, out of which the tops of her breasts were plainly visible.She stopped crying and washed here face. Her expressions made it apparent that she was embarrassed. Bringing her ass near me she mumbled a sorry. Holding her hand, I said, " Come on, after all you are my mother." A nineteen year old with a mother of twenty-four who could comfortably pass as his date, I thought to myself. "Why don't you go to your room, let me fix today's dinner." I asked her. Wendy was a big girl, nicely built, athletic and she'd been one of the girls' basketball team members. There wasn't anything fat about Wendy at all - she was just 5'10" tall and had one of the biggest sets of tits among all the women in the high school sex club. Wendy always loved the way she filled out a blouse, top or dress so nicely with her well-endowed bust and she wasn't bashful about letting the guys in school, and Coach Ellis, see how sexy her mature young figure was.Wendy was wearing.