The Johnsons

As he approached the front door of his new foster home, his heart was in his throat. Even though he turned eighteen last month, he had been approved for extended foster care in order to finish school. His social worker, indifferent and distracted, walked ahead of him and rang the doorbell. After a moment the door opened and a woman greeted him with a warm motherly smile.

"Welcome, we've been looking forward to meeting you for sometime!"

With that, she reached down and picked him right up in a powerful embrace. His small form was all but enveloped in her soft plump body. His face was buried in a mountain of pillowy tit flesh as her e-cup breasts wrapped around his head and shoulders. Her apron covered the front of her low cut polka dot dress, but it didn't hide her ample cleavage.

She was hugging him so tight that he started to worry where his next breath would come, his dangling feet wiggled as he muttered for reprieve into the endless sea of her bosom.

"Sorry" she said, setting him down as he gasped a deep breath. " We've all just been anticipating your arrival! You looked so cute in your picture!"

"Ok Mrs. Johnson, I'm leaving him with you, I'll be in touch"

"Please, call me Lily. Good day Mr. Schumacher."

"Lily then, good day mam"