Part I: Waiting Room
As I walked into the doctor’s office, following my mother, my head hung down. It hung down because I knew what I would see if I looked up: my mother’s unbelievable body, encased in a tight business suit. If my eyes drifted upwards, I’d see her tiny, 4-inch-heel-encased feet, her curvy, tight legs, her full, slightly swaying ass. And, framing her petite torso, her gigantic, round breasts. Yes, from the back. Her breasts were so massive that the poked out from either side of her body. At 5’3″ – in those heels