My mom Reema was in her early sixties. She was an Indian woman with big breasts and well rounded and big ass. My mom was always loyal to my dad Ravi and was a good housewife for him. She was living in England but was a traditional Indian mother and housewife.

The only thing about my mother was that she liked to wear heavy makeup and low cleavage showing underneath her saree with her mangalsutra hanging down. I always thought my mom was showing too much cleavage and would feel embarrassed when customers would ogle at my mother’s breast. It would be partially exposed when she was bending over to pick up anything.