Some thought of her as a more solid version of Marilyn Monroe, or of the sort of bikini model that definitely wasn’t anorexic. That image gave me a ...ostalgic flashback, as I remembered that Monroe had died in the previous month. Arlene’s ancestry actually was Sicilian.Arlene wore a white, thin, ribbed, scoop-neck sweater, flowing below the waistband of her skirt. Her top emphasized large and proud breasts, which were, at most, covered and shaped by a delicate bra. While she was younger her. The strong aroma of coffee filled the room and Paradise got a mug from the cupboard. She smiled to herself in self-pity when she realized that the cupboard had been half-off the hinge for the ten years she had lived here. The same problems from ten years ago, she thought. She had a shower and as she was standing there under the tepid water, washing her body, she felt a longing in her loins. It had been over four months since she’d been on a date, and at least six months since she’d had sex.. I did as I was told. He pulled out his cock. I would say around seven inches but about as round as a coke can. With very wide eyes I was speech less. He looked at me and said yep bitch that’s going to open that snatch up real good. Now get to sucking you whore. I leaned in took his massive meat in my hand and did my best at getting it all in my mouth. After I got his cock rock hard and throbbing he told me to get on the bed and lay on my back. He grabbed my legs pushed them back and rubbed down. I’d just pulled my pants on when unexpectedly she hugged and snuggled into me from behind. “Happy birthday Robert!” She exclaimed adding, “Jesus, you sure grew up nice and big; I’m so proud of you.”“Hey Mom!” I exclaimed as her hand overtly fondled my crotch!But she simply giggled, “ Mmm, eighteen and able bodied, give Margo a birthday kiss darling.”I turned to find she was only in bra and briefs!I was stunned; I’d never seen my normally prim mother semi-naked before!Christ, she had a great.