Of course it is about my relationship with my beautiful mom how it changed over the years. My desi I loved her as loving son and nothing else. Well my mom is a beautiful busty lady with voluptuous bottoms that no man would ever miss a chance of watching her from behind as much as he does from the front. I finish my college by 12pm and return home.One afternoon when mom had been lying down on her bed for the afternoon nap I saw a small magazine kind of a thing which was bound with a newspaper. I ask if she needed anything else (like blouse or bra) whereas she would say, ‘no blouse and bra I’ll pick up when I get to the bedroom, it’s okay except for you there’s no one around’.Some nights she would ask me to scratch her back. Mom never scolded me so scornfully. I always debated about the righteousness of this act and it was always fifty fifty.
