He found his mother sitting on the edge of her bed. Her shoes were off and her legs were crossed, bringing her skirt up high on her thighs. Her blouse was lying near her on the bed while her huge t**s strained at the overfilled cups of a lace-edged bra. The panties were nowhere to be seen, and Kathy had a faraway look in her eye. It seemed like there were a few seconds before she even noticed her half naked son standing in the room.
"Oh...honey," she said dreamily. "We're getting ready to go out, right?"
"Yeah, if you want to. Sorry to monopolize your bathroom. I really didn't expect you back until later."
Paul couldn't bring himself to move. His mother was acting like she sleep-walking, and he couldn't take his eyes off her legs or the huge, smooth scoops of titflesh spilling over her
