Knocking on the door of unit six, I waited for someone to answer. Suddenly the door came swinging open and a big, fat guy wearing a pair of shorts opened the door.
“About time,” he grunted as I looked over his shoulder and saw a woman lying on the bed behind him. As I held the bag of ice out to him, I saw that the woman was bare-assed naked and she didn’t seem the least bit concerned that I was gazing at her. In fact, she thrust her pert tits out at me and grinned as I continued to stare.
“What’s wrong, kid,” I heard the guy snicker as he took the ice from me and turned around to look over at the woman. “Ain’t you never seen tits before?” he snickered, stepping back and slamming the door in my face.
“Yeah, I’ve seen tits before,” I angrily muttered to the door as I turned and headed back for the office. I’d seen my mother’s tits once and they were a damned sight bigger and prettier than the ones the woman in the room had. As I thought back on seeing my mother’s tits, I felt a sizzle of excitement spark up my still semi-flacid cock.
A while back I’d been working on a refrigerator in one of the units and when I’d finished I headed back to the office to tell mom that I was done. Walking back to the office, I’d walked by our bathroom window and saw mom standing at the sink. She had her dress open down to the waist and was running a washcloth over her juicy bare breasts. She seemed to be enjoying herself as her hands moved slowly, giving me time to relish my first sight of a pair of mighty fine-looking tits completely exposed!
My God, what beauty! I had absolutely no frame of reference, but to me, they were the most hottest and heavenly breasts in the world. Pale, bigger around than my hands, they had large dark areolas and big fat nipples. I was stunned as I gawked at them in worshipful reverence. They were stupendous. Whopping beautiful pink melons the size of cantaloupes as she cupped one and then the other to lift them and run the washcloth over them. I’d never forget that day as long as I lived.
Back from my quick chore tonight I stepped into the office, I saw that mom was still sitting at the table watching TV.
“Was he satisfied?” I heard her ask me.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I grinned seeing that there were two glasses on the table now. One in front of mom and another one placed in front of where I usually sat. “It looked like him and his girlfriend was having a few drinks,” I added.
“Good . . . would you like one, too?” she smiled up at me.
“Uh, yeah, uh, sure,” I told her grinning as I pulled my chair out and sat down. I’d sneaked a few nips of Pa’s shine so I knew what to expect as I took a little sip of the fiery liquor. Damn, it was strong; I tried to hold back a cough when the blistering paint-thinner burned its way down my throat. I put the shot down so as not to spill it.
Fiddling with my glass, I saw that in the bright light of the bare bulb dangling down from the ceiling over the table that I could see right through mom’s nightie. I could make out every tiny detail of her big tits from their shape and even the dark circles of the tips. I could make out the image of her long puffy nipples clearly.