Bob chewed his food, but he wasn’t tasting it. He was staring at his plate, but all he could see before him was a pair of thin panties with lots of curly hair bristling around the edges. Jon, he just had to get a girlfriend soon! He just had to!
After washing and drying the dishes, the two women sat together on the couch and watched TV. Bob sat an the arm of the couch beside his landlady and, from time to time, he looked down at their exposed cleavages.
Once, Mrs. Blumfeldt looked up and caught his eyes, but he wasn’t sure if she realized what he’d been doing. After that, he was more careful. But the memory of their gigantic tits lingered a long time.
Unfortunately, his bedtime was earlier than his mother’s or Mrs. Blumfeldt’s, so he had no more chances to peck that night.
CHAPTER TWO
Bob felt a little guilty about peeking at his mother’s panty-covered cunt and, once he was in bed, he tried to steer his mind back to Mrs. Blumfeldt’s obvious charms. Of course, the more he tried not to think about his mother’s gigantic tits and hairy pussy, the more those delectable, forbidden delights, entered his dreams. He finally fell asleep amid visions of big, soft tits surrounding his face.
That night there were three horny people dreaming about having a bed partner as soon as possible.
The next day Ann left right after lunch to do the week’s grocery shopping. Martha added her shopping list to Ann’s, so Bob knew his mother wouldn’t be back right away. He watched ha shapely ass quiver as she left, then wondered what to do next. He felt too horny to hang out with the guys or sit through a movie.
Martha had hurried to her room after Ann left. She was horny too, and she planned to finger her clit in the bathroom while pretending to shower. She stripped, revealing her huge tits in a lacy black half-bra that left the upper circles of her areolas exposed. The cups were hardly able to contain her melon-shaped tits. Her tight bikini panties only partially covered the hairy V of her crotch and completely exposed the creamy roundness of her heavy ass.
“Ah,” she said, staring at herself in the mirror, “if that boy could see me now.”
A black garter belt at her hips held her sheer black stockings at the tops of her plump white thighs, and completed her outfit. She grabbed a flimsy nightie draped over a chair.
Thinking Bob was still in the living room, she opened the door. She’d planned to hurry into the bathroom, but her gasp of surprise mingled with the boy’s when he saw her.
“Oops!” he said as she took a step back and held the nightie in front of her. He can probably see right through it, she thought, but it’s better than nothing.
“Uh, I was going for a shower,” she explained as she finally got the nightie around her. She was holding it together at the waist, but it was open at the top, and Bob could see the deep cleavage of her quivery tits and what looked like a hint of goose-pimpled areola. He gulped.
“Did you want something?” she finally asked.
“Uh, Mom said one of your drawers was stuck,” he mumbled.
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