As a foreign-born college student living in the U.S. year-round, I don’t often get to visit home. Fortunately, I’m dating Jillian, whose family has been kind enough to show me some of that famous Southern hospitality — especially Jill’s mom, Jacquelyn.

One night, Jill decided to go to bed early, leaving me alone in the backyard hot tub. Well, I wasn’t alone for long. The light in Jill’s window went out, then Jacquelyn stepped onto the patio clad in nothing but a tiny towel.

“Want some company?” she asked, already moving toward the tub.

The fingers of one hand went slack where she held together the towel up top, allowing the terry cloth to part.

Jacquelyn’s bare breasts were soon revealed. Unlike those of her pert and petite daughter,... Leer Más