The next time I saw her, the body that had once been my purest intoxicant had become clownlike. Her breasts were comically large, each dwarfing her he...d. They weighed so much, she had now to walk leaning backwards to preserve her centre of gravity. They stood off her chest like a windowbox, staying perfectly motionless however she moved, and were almost oblate. Her lips, too, she had ‘improved’. She looked like a caricature of a woman – swollen in every dimension and lacking the merest hint of. It was rock hard and had a lot of veins on it and was slightly turned up at the end which made me think, "Hmmm, this is going to be fun." It turned out to be true.My first inclination was to say something to him but my instinct said, "No." Instead I should do something. He sat on the bench and I knelt in front of him. The image of me that flashed through my mind was of a little slender, fem, white sissyboi, getting ready to be used by a two hundred ninety pound linebacker type of black god, a. . well, they all wanted to fuck me, Billy. It's alright to use that word with you, isn't it?"Billy just stared at her, and his face reddened. The robe had now gaped open to her waist, exposing her navel and girlishly-rounded belly, and the inner slopes of her enormous, milk-white tits. Billy stared hungrily at his mother's tits, and Kathy suppressed a moan as she saw the ob-vious stiffening of his formidable young prick under the covers."Billy!" she blurted. "Why are you staring at Mommy's tits. Woh mere pass aai aur apne pant ke pocket mein haath dala. Usne kaha ke, “Close your eyes I have a gift for you, my dear.”Jaisehi maine aakhe band ki usne kuch soft aur halka gila kapda mere haath pe rakha. Maine turant aakhe kholi to dekha ki usne apni black panty mere haath mein rakhi hai. I was shocked and surprised too to see it because I like those ladies who wear matching undergarments.I smelt it, it was smelling good. I was about to suck it lekin usne wapis leli aur kaha ki, “Yeh to.