“Did you call, mom?” Brandon asked, standing at the doorway of his mother’s bedroom. His torso was unclad, and his jeans bottoms rode low on his waist, making his v-line clearly visible. Brandon was a nineteen-year-old, and his parents’ eldest child. His mom was more fond of him than she was of her other kids, both females. So whenever she needed help with anything, Brandon was the only name on her tongue. His Huge Busty Mom was on the floor, peeking underneath her bed. She knelt with her left leg, while her right leg was bent at the knee, with ...
