As usual, Steve’s cock was staying hard in me even after cumming and he held it still in me while I felt the afterglow of my orgasm slowly ebb away. We were both mesmerized at the sight of his mother stripping in front of us as she next unbuttoned her blouse. For me it was the fascination of having this woman who had always seem so uptight, so repressed suddenly let loose like some whore. For Steve it had to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience for a boy to watch his mother stripping naked for him with god only knows what on her mind.
One thing I did know about Marlene, she ALWAYS wore a bra or at least anytime I’d ever seen her in the past, even if she was wearing a nightshirt. Today was no exception. Her impressive breasts had to be at least a DD cup. While they weren’t nearly as perky as I’m sure they were in her prime, they didn’t sag too terribly either. She had large dark nipples made even bigger by the hardness created from her earlier masturbating.
Steve loved big tits and I was always self-conscious of my little buds whenever some buxom babe was nearby and I would invariably catch him staring at her chest. He would try to comfort me by telling me that mine were perfect for cupping in his hand and sucking on but I knew from the way he was mesmerized by other girl’s chests that he would have loved for me to be at least three cup sizes larger. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, he was staring at his mom’s boobs as she took off her bra. He had the same look and expression of a kid peering through the front window of a candy store. His mom also saw where his attention was focused and she cupped each boob in her hands and bounced them up and down for his benefit.
“SO.., you like your mom’s boobs?”.
Steve just nodded. Somehow he just wasn’t quite ready to tell his own mother in words that she had great breasts. I suppose it was perfectly understandable under these conditions. I mean, what normal twenty year old boy COULD tell his mom that? It would be like me telling my dad he had a great cock. Although I actually HAD done that a few times, it was always just to tease him when he got hard when he shouldn’t. I mean, I couldn’t even imagine meaning it in a sexual way!
Steve’s mom reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy, pulling up on it with her hand. She moaned softly and said, “God it feels so good to get those jeans off!” With a sigh as she ran her fingers through the thick covering of hair. Then she moved back over to the chair and sat back against the cushion.
“Well, don’t stop on account of me!” she said with a nasty grin on her face. Then she finally focused her eyes on me and said, “Well little girl, do you like riding my son’s cock?”
I nodded vigorously and she laughed at how fast I responded. Then she leaned forward and got more serious saying, “Then why don’t you show my how you ride it when I’m not around.”
I looked back at Steve who just shrugged his shoulders. If his mom wanted us to put on a show, then who was I to complain? This was a LOT different than letting my parents peek in on us when we fucked in my bedroom. Although I didn’t mind them watching, at the same time I didn’t feel like I was putting on a show for their benefit. I was simply letting them watch what I would be doing with or without them. NOW, however, I was doing it at her request, for her benefit. Of course I still wanted it for myself, but there was just something about it that felt different than anything else I had ever done.