“Damn,” I breathed, now at full mast and straining against the seams of my jeans. “That’s so fucking hot, Mom.” I said as I caught her eyes shifting to my condition. Her hand squeezed her tit.
“Does that bra clasp in the front or the back?” I asked.
“Front,” She said.
“Undo the clasp but hold the cups to your breasts.” God I wanted to see her.
Her hands moved to between her tits, clapping at a hook and then snapping free. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her slowly bare the skin between her breasts.
She held the cups against her skin, waiting for direction.
“Show me,” I commanded.
And just like that, she pulled the bra away revealing the most flawless breasts I had ever seen. The nipples were hard and brown against her pale skin. They were firm yet had that perfect amount of sag. I was speechless as she shrugged her shoulders and bra fall behind her.
My mouth felt dry as I finally remembered to take a breath.
“Now I want you to stand up,” I commanded. “I want you against the wall with your back to us and lean from the hips.”
She smiled and rose and with a purposeful sway to her hips, crossed the room to a nearly bare wall. She leaned forward, placing her hands against the way and presenting her marvelous ass to us. She looked at me over her shoulder, awaiting instructions as she rolled her hips from side to side.
“Perfect.” I continued, snapping away. “How you feeling?”
She closed her eyes and purred. “Slutty.”
“Good, now put a foot on that stool and unclasp the garter.”
And she did, slowly. First the left, then the right.
“Now slide the garter down bending at the hips.”
She crossed her legs, and bent over, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed her perfect ass to us as she slid the garter over her hips and down her long legs. Once gravity could take over, they fell the remainder of the way, letting her step out of the tiny shards of fabric; leaving her in only her panties and stockings.
I continued to shoot.
“Turn around,” I said.
She did. Her back pressed to the wall and her hands began to explore her body.
“Grab your hair,” I told her. “Now with your other hand, grab your breast. Good. Now pinch your nipple.”
A low moan through gritted teeth escaped her mouth as she did just that. Her legs pressed together, rubbing back and forth against each other.
“Now look at me and cup your breasts with both hands as if you are offering them to me.”
“Like this?” She pressed her tits together with one finger on each nipple, circling the nub and stimulating her like an electric shock. Tiny beads of sweat began to drip down between her mounds.
“Is this exciting you?” I asked knowing very well the answer.
“Mm-hmmm,” She cooed, her eyes shut as she continued to toy with her nipples. “It reminds me of something I long forgot.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
She opened her eyes and released her tits.
“It reminds me how much I love having a man’s cock right here,” she said running her middle finger down her chest, between her heaving globes.
“You like that, huh?” I asked.
“Oh god yes,” she breathed. “I really do. I love making a man hard and feeling it pressing against me.” Her eyes once more darted down to my concealed erection, pulsating and begging for release.