I clamped a hand across my gaping mouth — stifling any gasp or giggle I might have made seeing my boyfriend’s mother stark naked. I held my breath, wondering what I might see next. Nikki and her husband, David must have been having a romantic night alone which made me wonder where the hell my boyfriend was. Nikki held my attention as she came to the low slung sofa and eased herself down, now facing me, revealing her nakedness in all its glory.
I had always assumed that Nikki’s large breasts stayed upright with lots of help from a heavy-duty bra, but I was impressed to see her heavy breasts, sagging just a little, huge, gourd shaped tits that sat proudly on her chest, capped by thick nipples the size of large, ripe grapes. Her stomach was nearly as flat as mine and her vulva was covered by a light fleece of blondish pubic hair and did little to hide her arousal. Long, swollen lips flowered out, blossoming as she bent her knees and spread her thighs wider. Her lips moved as her eyes were fixed on someone out of sight, presumably standing in the hallway that led to the front sitting room and the stairs that led to the bedrooms upstairs.
I never really considered myself into women before, but I felt a tickle of wetness and fire between my legs as I looked at my boyfriend’s mom, sitting so…so, sexually just a few feet away. I wasn’t sure why I was turned on. Maybe it was because of her obvious sensuality. Maybe it was the voyeuristic side of me discovering itself. Maybe it was because I expected to see Jonny’s father next and the thought of seeing my boyfriend’s parents fucking turned me on. Maybe it was all those things and maybe more. I licked my lips in anticipation, one hand balanced on a knee, sliding upwards along my inner thigh.
Nikki continued to talk to someone between sips of wine, her hand idly teasing her swollen nipples, pausing only to wave at someone as if to urge them to come to her. Shadows heralded movement from beyond my line of sight and I expected to see David in some state of undress, but to my shock, Jonny’s sister Erica strolled into view. She was completely naked — not even sporting the stilettos like her mother. Erica walked calmly, her body relaxed, to climb onto the couch next to her mother.
Erica, like her brother, took after their father. Jonny was tall and a bit stocky — not fat, but solidly built. On him, with his exercise regimen, he was a pretty buff looking man, well muscled, but not muscle bound. For Erica, who’d always been a tom-boy, she was caught somewhere between stocky and slender — full bodied without an ounce of wasted fat. She had large, wide breasts and a flat stomach and powerful, well toned thighs that had served her well playing soccer during high school and helping her get a scholarship to college. Her ass cheeks were full, but tight.
Erica exuded health with her clearly athletic body. As she turned a bit on the couch, her heavy breasts rolled slightly and her bush was exposed — a thick mat of pubic hair, trimmed neatly into a ‘V’ that pointed down to her spread wide pussy lips. In the light of the room’s lamps and the glare of the television, the pink flesh of her cunt gleamed wetly…even her upper thighs seemed to reflect wetness. Her dark hair was tousled — she kept brushing the thick, shoulder length mane back off her face, strands wet with sweat, sticking to her forehead.