My wife's mother is one very attractive woman. She's probably in her mid-forties and when I see her, I start to get extremely excited. The one thing I want to know is what size brassiere she wears. When the ladies were out, I went to her room and went through her lingerie drawer until I ran across some of her bra's. They were fabulous. Her band size is a 34 and her cup size is a rather impressive DD. I took one of her white brassieres and went to our bedroom. I began to pleasure myself and then returned the bra to the drawer. A few days later, she approached me holding the bra. She asked if I knew anything about it? I think she was aware of what I did. She then handed me the brassiere and told me to keep it as a souvenir. I thanked her and told her I would cherish this moment. She smiled.
— Todd, 22
Far East Movement
Escaping the Controlling Woman
"You're whipped!" "Is she going to let you go out tonight? What will you have to do to make it up to her?" "She's sure got you on a short leash, buddy."
Set Free Her Inner Sex Kitten
She only wants to do the deed in the cover of darkness. She wraps herself in the sheets mummy-style before scooting off to the bathroom afterwards. And her idea of revealing lingerie is something full-length and black (and she'll keep it on, thank-you-very-much).