Boobs are next
From Torg Adventure
I took the next picture from the envelope and smiled. In this photo, Mother's younger self was squeezing her naked boobs, a finger and thumb pinching a nipple, licking her lips. She had thick, puckered nipples, looking oh so suckable. She had a look of total pleasure on her face. Though her appearance in the strapless bra is great, my mouth watered to get the chance to see her luscious tits on display just for me.
I turned the photo to Mom. She grinned and looked up at me. Once she had my attention, she looked down at the tent in my pants. Then she turned her back to me again, like with the dress. This time I understood that she wanted me to unsnap her bra. I stepped behind her and took her strap back in hand, pulling it away from her body. I pushed the ends together unhooking them in the process. I dropped the bra and it slid off her chest. My mother wobbled on her heels and fell against me, and I caught her. She steadied herself with one hand and grabbed my bulge through my pants, making me moan out loud and practically cream my jeans. She deliberately arranged to grope my cock! Well, two can play that game. I let my hands slip from her arms and I caught myself on her breasts, fondling them firmly and rubbing my palms across her nipples. Mom whimpered at my touch.
She released my cock and straightened as I gave her boobs one last squeeze. She stepped away from me and spun quickly, putting her hands on her hips again. Mom's tits were truly amazing -- large and round, skin flawless and white with tan lines, swaying from her motion, and fat nipples pointed upward. I squeezed them! Her eyes burned through me as she moved her hands up her belly, caressing it, until she reached her boobs. She cupped them, squeezing them gently, then pinching and rubbing across the nipples. She moaned as she touched herself, gyrating her hips as well in a smoky, erotic dance. Mom pulled her nipples out from her tits, rolling them in her fingers. She threw back her head and groaned to the ceiling.
I'm ready to explode in my jeans. My cock was so hard, my pants were tented wickedly in front of me. Every move I made caused the denim to slide across my bulge.
My mother released her breasts, now breathing heavier. If she was horny before, she was more so now. Her thong was plastered against her cunt, insinuating itself inside her slit. Her resulting cameltoe was obviously soaked through.
"If you want to take those off, I won't mind. I'm sure it's very painful, trapped inside there," she said with a sexy purr.
I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans. Just that much release was enough to make me groan. When I unzipped and dropped my pants to the floor, along with my boxers, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Mother cast an appreciative eye directly at my groin. Her smirk told a lot. If I didn't know better, I'd think that Mother was enjoying this immensely.
I don't even consult the photo. I said, "You pass." Then I hand her the photo. In the stack it went.
What's next?
