That was a joke. Not too many men wanted a fat girl. The ones that did were crude and stupid. What did your old man say about that? I asked. I never t...ld him. She said. I couldnt break his heart. He died in a car accident my sophomore year. I couldnt even go to the funeral. Do I look like him? I asked. Not looking to be a replacement for what she had lost. Not at all you are taller, stronger, and with much darker hair. I like the beard too. She smiled roguishly. Its you I want, not him. I want. She started kissing my neck and face as I got us wet and began with the soap. She love being washed by me and moaned with pleasure. Our slick bodies rubbed together as we squirmed and let the warm water excite us. I put her down and washed her hair. .....She reached out and soaped up my cock and stroked it gently. This was our first time with all this and we took our time playing. I ran my fingers down her butt cheeks and up through her slit, over and over. She moaned with her eyes closed and. ”“Alright, on that note, I think we’re done. I’m going to take a shower and go to sleep. Let’s forget the end of this conversation ever happened.”I walked upstairs and got ready for bed. That conversation was really weird. Mom had never been one to have any conversations about relationships or sex growing up the first go-round. I had gotten taught by my brothers.This was a significant change in this go-round.I woke up and headed out to get my run in. The run helped clear my head and to come up. .how much really comes out when you...you know", she asked, changing her tone. "I mean if you were to um." Oh that's a big step," I said. "I know but I think I want to try. I mean I saw it on the tape and..." Betsie said before I interrupted."Forget about the tape," I smiled. "Not this time ok." Oh my another time," she smiled brightly.I had never experienced what she had suggested. I was curious for sure. But it was obvious that after all her posturing and prose walking around these hallowed.