“Anything you say, Boss.”
Standing in her blessedly refrigerated bedroom, we drank our lemonades and chit-chatted for awhile about the progress we’d made, and what still needed doing. As we spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the effect that the A/C was having on her nipples. Try as I might to avoid directly staring, my eyes were irresistibly drawn back to those two lovely, prominent protrusions. And, because we were standing more or less face to face, my mother couldn’t help but notice the direction of my involuntary glances. A slight smile played at the corner of her lips.
“Damn, this A/C feels good!” she said, turning and stepping toward the mid-sized unit positioned on her window-sill. With her back toward me she bent at the waist, leaning forward until her face was mere inches from the vents pumping out that icy goodness. She took her time, and I reveled in the wonderful sight of her up-turned ass, and crotch. My cock, which had already been in a state of semi-hardness for the past two hours, now awoke with a renewed vigor. As blood rushed to fill my member, I marveled at the sight of mom’s black tights, clinging damply to the well-defined cleft of her labia.
She raised her torso just a bit so that the vents were now blowing directly down her neck, chest and tits. Again, she took her time, making soft sounds of pleasure every so often. Then, still leaning forward, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants, and folded the elastic waistline down her hips by about six inches – revealing the top few inches of that lacy thong – just before it plunged into her ass crack. She looked back at me over her shoulder, and said coyly, “I hope you don’t mind my underwear.”
“Um… no… not at all, Mom.”
“I didn’t think so,” she said knowingly. Turning her back to the A/C unit, she raised her shirt so that it hugged her ribcage, exposing her back to the cold air. She raised her arms, crossing her wrists behind her head. Her armpits had apparently not seen a razor for some time – and were sporting a dense, yet delicately feminine crop of fine brown hair. With her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her lips parted, Mom was the perfect image of beautiful bliss.
She held the pose for a good leisurely length of time, turning ever so slightly this way and that, and coo-ing quietly with satisfaction. The close-encounter with the A/C moment earlier, had taken her nipples to the next level – making them longer and harder than I’d ever seen on her – or any woman! Like twin turgid torpedoes, Mom’s nipples protruded against the thin lace mesh of her bra, and darkly stretched the white cotton of her tank top. Each nipple had to be nearly an inch long, and easily a half-inch across. “Ohhh fuck… this feels so fucking good, she groaned sensuously.”
Opening her eyes languidly as if returning from a dream, Mom looked at me. I had been wiping my dripping brow with the bottom edge of my tank-top – so my abs were exposed. And my dick was now nearly fully erect, trailing down my left thigh and straining the fabric of my shorts. Mom’s eyes roamed at will across my shoulders, arms and chest. Her gaze lingered on my abs and dipped down to rest on my prominent package. Her eyes widened slightly, and I heard a small gasp escape her lips.
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