"Jesus, I wish my mom looked like that," Jimmy thought as his eyes flickered up and down the photo before finally settling on those big t**s of hers. Her dark n*****s were clearly visible under the sheer pink material of her nightshirt and just begging to be stared at.
In his mind he dreamed that she was in the kitchen making him breakfast when she turned around to ask him a question. Maybe did he want his eggs over easy or hard? He notes how she emphasizes the word hard. Finally, he tears his eyes off page 25 and looks at page 26.
The next page is at least equal to, if not better, than the prior one. She is leaning back against the fridge while thrusting those large t**s of hers out; seemingly for his eyes to enjoy. And enjoy them they do as her pink nightshirt is completely unbuttoned
