Why do you know what your Mother's pussy is like.
...Had to re-insert her catheter once when she broke both feet in an accident and the hospital was being
difficult regarding her insurance so they released her to my home. Thankfully I was able to get her into hospice care while she was healing a few days later. She was so doped-up she had no idea who I was at the time. Then there was the time before then when I found her sprawled on the ground immediately after said accident where I found she liked going commando...then the times after she came home from hospice but still needed help getting into my shower where I'd set-up a bench seat for her...and the times she kicked her sheets off when taking an afternoon nap back when I was a teen...and the times when I was a dumb kid and she had me give her foot rubs while she was in a short nightgown...
Come to think of it, that likely sounds a lot more odd/off than I really realized. Still trying to figure-out what's up with that matchbook from that (long-since defunct) illegal brothel in that town my family lived in when I was still in diapers that she kept for some reason...a matchbook that had a name written on the inside of the flap that's
almost her name and
almost looks like her handwriting but I'm not 100% certain (she she's been 100% dead for over a decade so I can't ask outside a Ouija board).
