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  • Sneaking, as if he is doing something wrong. Then he peers into the living room. His mother is on the couch, passed mom out. She doesn't drink much. But every couple months she Blonde goes dancing with her friends and gets pretty smashed. She looks so vulnerable lying there in her loose dress, Tommy thinks. This was his chance. He practically crawls over to the couch. "Mom?" He asks poking her. No response. So son he asks again, "Mom?" This time poking one of her big breasts. Still no response. He tugs on the top of her dress so she shows more cleavage. With nothing but light snoring from the beautiful older woman he lightly brushes his fingertips back and forth across her ample bosom. Getting bolder, Tommy unbuttons her dress down to her waist. Pushing aside the material, boobs and revealing russian her black and lace bra covering her big tits. Fully emboldened now he pulls her bra up and over her tits. "Ah! I had to take care of my aching need. No one should be subjected to the crap their females are." “What’s that?” They are the closest to true, honest humans that we knew when we were growing up. She’s got a giant closet next to a and door to the bathroom stock full boobs of russian clothes. "Hungry? A sly, mom mischievous grin swept across my grandpa's face. Only difference I can see in them is eye color and Barbie Blonde has bigger tits……….. In less than thirty son seconds the two girls were naked in John’s bedroom. But I'm glad I embraced my bi side.”