Spying on Mom





Spying siblings secretly screw.


All characters in this work of fiction are over 18. The following is also being submitted, in fragmented form, as a "story within a story" in Awakenings, Ch 4. The various interruptions needed for that chapter have been removed.

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It was 11:00 on a Saturday in late July, and Marie was not surprised to find that neither of her kids was up. She'd just come home from 5 hours at her office and was heading to the kitchen to make some lunch. She was too starved to even think about changing.

As if on cue, the two 19 year olds (10 months apart) stumbled down the stairs one following the other a minute or two apart. John, the first to arrive, called out, "Hey, Mom, what's for breakfast?

"Eggs okay?"

"Sure thing - scrambled with cheese would be great.

John was tall, muscular, and handsome. Shy for some reason, he'd only had a few dates. He was dressed in shorts and an undershirt (and nothing else, though Marie did not guess this), unshaven and with tousled hair. He pulled out his phone and took a seat in the den, feet on the coffee table, facing the stairs.

Marie, always well dressed (at least outwardly!) and well kempt sighed - but it was Saturday, after all. Plus both kids were smart, kind, and generally well mannered. She'd done well.

Kelli, who followed John a minute later, reminded Marie of herself at 19 - long honey blonde hair (Kelli's, like John's, was tousled from the bed), and an amazing figure. Until recently, she'd been steadily dating a fellow. Marie was not sad to see that end.

But their greatest similarity was that both women had amazing boobs.

Marie had been a late bloomer, but then shot through a bra size every three months, settling out at a very full D, and Kelli had followed the same pattern. On their small frames, their boobs looked even larger. Neither had seen the other naked in a decade, but they also shared the same nipples - long (something like 3/8' when aroused - which was often!) - milk chocolate brown, and very erotically sensitive.

But whereas Marie had never been comfortable with her large tits, Kelli had been waiting impatiently for her breasts to fill in, and she had welcomed their arrival with open arms - and open hands and opposable thumbs. But more on that later. Kelli had also developed into what Marie considered a tease.

John's choice of where to sit was strategic. He'd taken rising a bit early on the weekends (relatively speaking), then listening for Kelli to hit the bathroom. That was his cue to amble downstairs and take up his "viewing spot."

John's shorts were actually tennis shorts. He liked them because they were kind of silky, plus they were, well short - at least shorter than is typical for regular shorts these days - plus the leg holes were wide. When he was inclined, he could easily reach up the leg to his dick. He was often inclined.

But not in the Den with Mom around the corner. Still, he DID pull the legs of the shorts up a bit, then he spread his own legs some. This allowed an irregular swirl of air from the ceiling fan to wash over his dick and balls. The former had started to swell minorly in anticipation of Kelli's arrival.

Fact is, Kelli, who'd been sleeping in the nude since she was 18, had been up even earlier to hear JOHN use the bathroom. She was on to his routine, and today, she was planning to take things a bit further, if she could summon the determination.

She threw back the covers and swiveled her head to take in her reflection in the mirror-covered closet doors. She loved swimming (her best style was the breasts stroke [she loved to add the extra "s" and the pause between words, at least to herself], and had an athletic body - really nice legs, a small but shapely butt, and a flat tummy. But there was one thing (well, two) keeping her from really being a competitive swimmer - her bountiful boobs.

They stood straight up on her chest, only conceding a few degrees of shift to gravity as she lay on her back. And all she had to do was THINK about touching her nipples and they sprouted, pushing up the better part of half an inch.

But then, she DID touch them, toying with both at once, then pausing to cup her more than a handful breasts. Alright, if we're going to do this plan, we need inspiration. With that, she grasped her nipples and pulled them straight up toward the ceiling time and again, whimpering softly each time they slipped from her grasp, reveling in the resulting contractions in her pussy as she felt the orgasm coming on.

Then it hit, and she allowed herself a long, low moan, her whole body going tense. It was nice being able to give in to those needs - to moan and writhe. She had learned to stifle all that in certain circumstances, as will be clear later.

Kelli clearly loved her nipple orgasms, but, since turning 18, she had also gotten used to screwing with her boyfriend. It had been three months since their breakup, and with college up north looming, she had taken herself off the dating circuit. No reason to get serious with anyone right now. But if she could summon the will power, she might have a plan to get some cock back in her life.

With the glow of the orgasm helping with her resolve, she laid out the clothes for the morning. It didn't take long. There was a new pair of frilly short shorts, which she slid up her legs, forgoing any underwear (she'd have to be careful about developing a damp spot, though!) and a new crop top, soft and bright yellow. As she pulled it down over her boobs, she looked in the mirror and saw a whole lot of abdomen below the end of the fabric.

More than that, while it hugged the outside half of each tit, it gave up contact once it got to her nipples. The fabric did not touch her skin from between her nipples running up until nearly to her collarbones. And the cherries on top, as it were, popped out obscenely, just begging for attention. The shadowy ghosts of her nipples and areolas took no effort at all to discern.

Ah - John just opened the bathroom door and went into his room. Once I hit the bathroom, he'll head downstairs.

Kelli did her business, washed up, and looked in the mirror. If she said so herself, she was hot. For luck and more resolve, she reached up under the top and twisted both of her nipples. Oh, my ... Yes, I'm ready.

And then, John heard her footsteps on the landing upstairs. While John held his breath and pretended to check his phone, he was actually intently watching his barefoot younger sister as she bounced down the stairs in a skipping kind of fashion, planting her right foot hard, pausing for a tenth of a second, then bouncing down two steps, barely touching the first with her left, then a full stop again on the right.

Given the fact that she was braless and was only wearing a flimsy cut off T shirt, her boobs were going through serious gyrations. And, of course, all that action had her nipples poking out like bullets by the time she hit the floor. That and the fact that she had primed her nips to hardness before even reaching the top of the stairs!

John let his breath out slowly as he tried to control the growth of his cock down his left shorts leg. What a freaking beauty he had for a sister!

Marie sighed again. Kelli had been going braless on weekends for three months now - ever since she broke up with Dick, now that she thought about it. But they had agreed, no oversight on clothes after high school. She'd soon be off to college and beyond reach anyway.

John took a moment to check out Kelli's legs, which were long and lithe and were only barely covered by some very short frilly shorts with wide leg holes. But first and foremost, he watched her tits bound and sway as she strode to the kitchen with exaggerated hip movements. "How was work, Momma - glad you could get home," she said.

"Thank you, dear. I hope we're ready for Monday, but the staff is still working. Hope I don't get a call to go back in. Scrambled eggs?"

"Sure. Let us know when they're up." With that, she plopped heavily into a seat opposite John. John almost convulsed watching her boobs ripple and sway before they settled; then Kelli slumped down and put her feet up on the coffee table as well. In this position, her torso was at more like a 45 degree angle. As a result, the lower edge of her crop top, instead of being suspended from her between nipples, now came to rest on the undersides of her boobs. Or at least, as much of the undersides as the length of the fabric allowed.

John looked up (yes, to her eyes!) gave her a nod, then pretended to work his phone for all of five seconds before once again staring at her nipples while making mock movements on the phone screen.

Wait - holey crap! It was only then that John discovered that he had a clear view of a couple of inches of the undersides of her amazing breasts, just resting on her rib cage!

Kelli spent 10 seconds working her own phone before glancing over the top of it to verify the focus of John's attention. She felt her nipples stiffen further.

Then began a series of texts between the two. Rather than make you try to read teenage text-speak, here's the (mostly) plain English version:

K: Turn off the sound on your phone

J: OK. I'm right here. Whaddup

K: Like what you see?

J: (After a pause) Huh?

K: My nipples. I know you've been staring

John shifted uneasily before replying.

J: Not me (smiley face)

K: It's OK - I kinda like it

K: In fact, I really like it.

J: Nice to know

John gave Kelli a broad grin and stared openly at her tits until the next text arrived.

K: You know I can see up the leg hole of your shorts

K: NO! Don't move! I've got a great view right now

J: How far up?

K: Far enough to know it's not a banana in your pocket

John's dick gave a spontaneous twitch.

K: Have you checked out MY shorts

John hadn't paid attention to anything more than her texts and her nipples, but Kelli had been slowly opening and closing her legs the whole time they were texting. It was actually a subtle and slow motion massage of her clit, and by now, there was a faint sucking noise whenever she spread her legs.

J: Holey ...

K: How far can YOU see?

J: Well, it's clear you're a natural blonde!

K: Like that's news.

J: Well, I'm sure believing what I'm seeing!

J: Do you know what you're doing to me?

J: With your nips AND your um your lips??

K: Uh, huh. And I believing I'm seeing that you like what you see!

J: You're amazing!

J: You know that I can see nips, right?

J: I mean I can see two darker bulls eye circles on your boobs, not just your points

K: Ayyyyuuup. They're called areolas

J: I knew that. You make it hard

J: To think! Hard to think! Dang.

J: You know I can see the underside of your boobs too, right?

K: Cool! Hadn't planned that. It's called underboob. You like?

J: You have no idea

K: Oh, I think it's clear your interest is rising

K: Nope - not a banana - they don't come that long or wide.

John hadn't been paying close attention, but his hardon was no long just down his leg; rather, it was going pretty much east-west, and had lifted the edge of his shorts over the middle of his thigh.

John flashed Kelli a smile, then glanced over his shoulder; Mom was now making toast and pouring juice. His "problem" was well out of her view.

K: Check this out

With that, Kelli feigned a yawn and a stretch, raising her hands high over her head and straightening her torso. She smiled and watched in fascination as John's dick twitched uncontrollably.

J: OMG! Half of you AREOLAS just slid into view!

J: You're a real PT - and I love you for it

K: Guess that makes you a CT, right?

K: Wanna swim later? I bot a new suit I think you'll really like!

J: You got it!

"Breakfast!" called Marie. "Would have been nice if you'd set the table," she muttered under her breath.

John chose his moment to get to the table, trying to hide his hardon with his phone as Marie moved the food from counter to table, but Kelli was positioned to see it head on, as it were, and gave him a sly smile and a wink.

Bringing the last of the food over, Marie chided "No phones at the table, John," just as he'd managed to take a seat without revealing his problem to his Mom.

"Sorry, guess I was distracted," he said with a quick glance at Kelli's nipples, then to her subtly smiling eyes. Much to his disappointment, she'd pulled the crop down to cover her areolas and underboob. Oh, well. But Mom was right there.

The three gathered around the table and made light conversation through half the meal, with John, of course, glancing at Kelli's still stiff nipples every chance he could. And the morning sunshine had the room toasty, so there was no chill involved to explain their hardness. Marie snuck in her own glances to determine where they were looking, but at 19, the die was cast. Plus, they were siblings - what's the harm in a little teasing? Today's semi-see through crop top was an escalation in the tease game, though. Marie sighed and thought, I wish someone had appreciated my boobs at that age. Or any age.

Marie had been in law school when Ken had met her and put her under his spell. He was handsome, funny, and at the top of the class. But when they screwed around (looking back, she couldn't call it making love - there was no increase in that commodity), he demanded that she keep her "udders" away from him, taking her from a spooning position.

Ten months later, they were married and John followed not long after, then Kelli 10 months after that.

They stayed together for the kids, but the sex, never great to begin with, petered out altogether a few years later. But Ken repressed any desire she had to show off her figure. Nearly any bra gave her cleavage, so all blouses needed to button pretty high. Marie was almost thankful when he died, even though she needed to step up her lawyering game to support the kids. The scars on her confidence as a woman, though, were slow to be overcome.

Just then, Marie's cell rang. It was the office - they needed her to see something.

"Be back soon, kids. Be good."

The two looked at other with libidinous thoughts in their heads, quickly finishing off the eggs and throwing the dishes in the sink.

"Time for that swim, John? I hope you like my suit - I kinda bought it with you in mind."

"Really?" Interesting and curious, he thought. "Well, sure, I'll be in the pool in a few minutes."

John arranged his timing so as to be following Kelli up the stairs. The frilly leg holes of Kelli's shorts flared out, and John got great views of her nicely rounded tush - but not of her lips, to his frustration.

Kelli, of course, knew EXACTLY what John was doing - or trying to do. At the last stair step, Kelli stopped short, and John almost face planted in that curvy tush.

"So, do you like the look of my ASSets more than my FRONTsets?"

"Um ... well, from what I can see, you have an A grade tush. But as you may have gathered, I'm partial to the forefront - the more fore the better."

"Prepare yourself for a treat, John - you ought to be able to make a clear choice soon enough."

"What has gotten INTO you recently, Sis?"

"Not enough, not enough. But I'm making up a plan as I go to fix that." With that mysterious comment and a coy smile, she just said, "See you in the pool," and ducked into her room.

"She had me in mind when she bought her suit. ... Man, I can't wait to see it." John gave his meat a few quick strokes in his own room, then donned his bathing trunks and was in the pool in short order. It was hot out, and the pool was maybe five degrees short of bathwater temperature. Not great for swimming laps, but fine for treading water and keeping an eye on the patio door. While he waited, not at all sure what Kelli might be planning, he pulled out his dick and relived the morning, stroking himself to a solid state.

Kelli, in her room was naked in a flash. Oh, I am so horny, she thought. Dick wasn't the nicest guy nor the best lover, but I do miss the sex we did have.

She pulled out the skimpy bikini that she'd bought with her Mom last week. The cups, such as they were, were only about three inches wide where they attached to the string that circled her torso. Then they slowly narrowed as they approached the band that went behind her neck. But what made it so sexy was that the material of the cups was only solid up to just barely over her areolas. From there on up, there was just a narrowing ladder of crocheted strings. Plus, it was unlined. If her nips stayed the way they were, John would definitely be staring!

The effect of the cup structure was that, from a distance, they sort of looked like solid cups running way up toward the neck. But just a little closer, and it was clear that the whole upper portion of her boobs was paying peek-a-boo through the wide holes of the mesh.

Plus, of course, with tits Kelli's size, that three inch wide cup base was going to leave a lot of breast flesh oozing out both the sides and into her cleavage area.

Kelli knew all that from trying it on in the fitting room. But now was the moment of truth. Would she wear it for John, and for how long?

"Well, nips, how horny are you?" Looking in the mirror, she lifted her heavy boobs - not that they sagged, but she enjoyed their heft. Then she let her tits fall through her hands, letting her nipples course through her fingers. She winced as she felt her pussy moisten instantly - well, further moisten - showing off to John downstairs had her perilously close to leaving a damp spot on her shorts.

Yep, I'm definitely wearing it. But for how long? With that she grabbed both nipples and pulled them straight out - hard. When they popped free, she felt her knees weaken. Right - I've been horny for too long. John is hot, and he's hot for me. Now is the time.

Kelli donned the suit, which did nothing to hide her stiff nipples. She slid the cup bases together a bit more, really magnifying both the sideboob view and the exposure between the cups. Lastly, she pulled up the thong bottom. She looked in the mirror, both front and back. Yep - if this doesn't get him hot for me, nothing will. She gave her nips another tug, then, before she lost her resolve, she bounded down the stairs.

As she closed the patio door behind her, giving John a great view of her naked rear, she heard John call out, "What took you so lo ... Oh, my goodness!"

Kelli sauntered over, rolling her shoulders to exaggerate the sway of her boobs. Although she hadn't intended it and didn't notice, this was just enough to expose a half inch of her right areola. John, on the other hand, DID notice. "You like?" she asked coyly, as she twirled and slowly entered the pool.

"Your boobs, not to mention your ass, could give a dead man a hardon!"

"Glad to hear it. Especially since you're NOT dead, and I've decided I need you to screw me." There, the words were out.

"What?" John said, sure that he had misheard.

With that, she splashed some water on her front, which instantly turned the bikini transparent. Kelli looked down, pleased with the clear view of her stiff nipples and surrounding areolas. Then, lifting her eyes to John while pulling one her nipples, she smiled seductively and repeated, "I said, I need you to screw me. You like even more?"

John's dick, which he had not touched, was twitching like crazy. "Oh, oh, oh ..." Then, somewhat regaining control, he managed, "Dang, Sis ... I'm more than hot for you, but your my sister!"

With a few swift strokes, Kelli was next to John, pressing her amazing tits into his chest. "Get over it. It's not like we're going to get married, but before I go to college, I've decided that I really need sex - sex with no strings. Who better to give it to me than you? We could be 'siblings with benefits,' right?"

"Um - impeccable logic, Kelli."





With that, Kelli reached for John's trunks. "Wait - you mean right now?!"

"Ayyuup! I really want you, and really want you now!"

With that, Kelli attempted to pull down John's trunks, a task made somewhat difficult by his exceedingly long, hard boner. Then, she had her thong bottom off in a flash.

"But Mom could be home any second," John protested.

Kelli was pleased that the concept of the two of them screwing seemed no longer an issue - only logistics to work out. "She should be at least a half hour. Plus, that's a risk I'm willing to take," she said, as she guided her brother's stiff tool into her well lubricated pussy. "Oh, my - not only are you longer than Dick, you are SO thick! You really fill up my pussy. Why did I waste the last three years with him when YOU were right here? Dick - not such an apt nickname; now YOU'VE got a DICK!"

"Ohhhh... God you feel good!" was all John could manage. Keli began bouncing on him immediately.

"Kelli ... oh my ... Can we talk for a minute?" John reached out and held her hips against his own to stop the motion. "Whufff."

"John, you're not going to back out now, are you?"

"God no. You feel amazing. It's just that ... well, this is my first time and I ...."

"Say what? You're still a virgin??"

"Well, technically not anymore, but this IS my first time, and I'd like it last more than a few seconds. And you've got me VERY hot. But even though it's amazing - AMAZING - to be inside you ... well, I really want more of your boobs before I lose control. Yours are my first naked tits. In fact, when I saw your - your underboob and your areolas - in the den, that was the first time I'd seen any breast without anything between them and me. And, well ... I've wanted to touch your boobs since you turned 18. Could I do that?"

"You never got past first base on any of your dates?" John hung his head. "Sorry, John, I didn't know. But to state the obvious, your dick is in my cunt. I'd say pretty much anything you want you can have. Plus, I've been thinking of you holding my tits for probably two months now. Do you want to take my top off?"

"It would be awesome if you'd let me do it." With that, Kelli used her legs to hold John's cock deep insider her, but leaned forward to allow him to undo the tie at her neck. As he freed Kelli's tits from the confines of her bikini, he marveled at those amazing globes which, released from gravity by the buoyancy of the water, floated even higher on her chest. John was mesmerized.

"They are even more beautiful up close than I imagined. But I've never done this before - you'll tell me if I do something wrong?"

"Honey, it would be hard" a quick pussy clench emphasized her point "for you to do anything wrong at this point. Start gentle if you want, just don't get real rough."

He reached out to cup them, not feeling their weight because of the support provided by the water, but relishing in their firmness. Next he squeezed her boobs in his hands, marveling at how malleable they were - a squeeze here, a resulting bulge there, and a distortion of her areolas, which would go from circular to oval. Kelli, meanwhile, was starting to moan softly, and she had begun gently squeezing John's amazingly thick, hard, and deep cock. Gotta make this last, she thought, resisting the urge to come hard and fast.

"My god, your tits are more amazing than I ever imagined!" He next cupped her breasts from underneath, putting his thumbs in her cleavage, then squeezed inward with both sets of fingers. He was fascinated to watch his thumbs get swallowed by the mounds of tit flesh, totally disappearing between those incredibly sexy pillows. He felt himself convulse twice and had to close his eyes from the erotic display.

"The nipples, John. If you want to drive a girl crazy, boob caressing is awesome, but the nips are what really set girls off."

"I was saving the best for last," John cooed. "Man, if I had these puppies on my chest, I'd never leave them alone."

Some days are like that, Kelli thought. She wasn't yet willing to share all of her secrets out loud.

Finally, John did move his fingers to her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. This action produced an immediate and intense contraction around John's dick, and a guttural moan from Kelli. "You're doing fine," Kelli intoned, closing her eyes.

Kelli's nipples could, as the saying goes, cut glass they were so hard. John held his squeeze and gave both nipples a twist as well. "Ohhh, YES! You have amazing natural instincts! I really do love it when someone pinches my nipples," Kelli intoned, as she couldn't resist picking up the action down below. Ripples spread across the pool as they bounced on each other.

"Easy Kelli - easy. That's better, thanks. Um, even though you gave me permission, I kind of have to ask - could I kiss them?"

"Oh, John, that's been a fantasy of mine for a while."

"Oh, god - I am already so close - stop moving. Now I know Mom isn't likely to show, but let's put you between me and the patio door." The two rotated, then Kelli lay back a bit, allowing her amazingly buoyant boobs to break the surface, nipples first.

"Oh, they look SO delicious!" John leaned forward and gently kissed Kelli's left nipple. Immediately, her pussy muscles clamped hard around John's dick.

"Oh, god," they both grunted, trying to keep themselves on the upper side of the precipice. "Okay, John, that was nice. Now try biting down - very gently - then run your tongue over the end of my nipples. ... OH, my god! You'd better stop," was all Kelli could say. John just grunted and held his breath, trying to think of calculus - anything but this amazingly erotic scenario.

"Okay - for our first time, let's just ride each other for a while. No telling when Mom will be home," Kelli said, taking command.

Out of deference to the possible arrival of the mother figure, they now kept a foot of distance between their faces, secure in the knowledge that anything going on under the surface could not be seen from the patio doors. For as much as he wanted to keep kissing and nibbling Kelli's nipples, John contented himself with cupping Kelli's boobs and working her nipples with his fingers.

"This is so wrong, but it feels so amazing," John whispered. He was quite content to take in the sensation of Kelli's pulsating pussy around his cock and the sensuality he felt from pulling her rock hard nipples. Increasing the pressure on those precious nips, he pulled them harder and straight out.

"Ohhh, John ..." panted Kelli, her pussy muscles going into overdrive. Despite her hope to make this last longer, her need for release was becoming intense. John, for his part, was also fighting hard not to come. "Do that one more time, and I'm going to ..."

"Hi, John, hi, Kelli!" boomed their mother's cheerful voice as the patio door slid quietly open. "How's the water?"

"Oh, god," whispered John. He was so close. Even the friction of sliding out of his sister's slick canal could be too much. He braced himself for the inevitable disengagement, wondering what it would feel like to release his seed in the pool. His balls tensed.

But to his surprise, Kelli gripped his legs with her own, holding his rock hard tool deep within her pussy. Instead of pulling her whole body away, she merely straightened her arms to push John's shoulders another foot away from hers. She gave him a sly wink and a contraction around his cock that had him cringing - but still in control.

"Oh, hi, Mom! We didn't expect you back for a while." As she spoke, Kelli kept up a slow internal massage of John's dick, although she had stopped bouncing her hips on him. John couldn't believe that his super hard cock was still inside his sister and that she was quite casually talking to their Mom like nothing was happening. Unbelievable!

As the water calmed, John looked down to see her naked tits trying to float to the surface. They wobbled slowly left and right as the pair tread water. The lift from the water gave Kelli cleavage nearly to her chin. And those nipples were crinkled up like they'd been in the freezer, despite the warmth of the water.

"Would you believe they called just when I pulled into the parking lot? Seems they figured it out without me."

"Cool. Glad you're home. You deserve more of your weekends than you're taking. The pool feels great - want to join us?" John, still amazed at Kelli's control, couldn't resist; slowly he reached out to brush those inviting nips. Despite Kelli's arms on his shoulders, those delicious boobs poked out just far enough for him to reach. Oh, were her nipples ever hard! "Stop that," Kelli whispered, although there wasn't much conviction to the command; her pussy twitched a little harder around John's cock. And she didn't actually move his hands away from her nipples.

"Sure, that sounds great. Be right out." Another pussy clench and an answering three twitches from John. John gave Kelli's nips another tug

"How about wearing that new bikini?" Kelli called out just before the door closed. "It's too hot out today for your one piece suits." Kelli was once again starting a very slow bounce on John's dick.

"Well ... speaking of 'hot,' don't you think that suit might be too hot for me to wear in front of your brother? I bought it to wear, well, while no else is around."

"Oh, I'm sure he won't mind," Kelli called, giving John a hard pull insider her with her legs, "it's no skimpier than what I've got on right now." Another wink in John's direction, answered by an awesome (for both of them!) twist of her nipples.

"s-sure," John stuttered softly. Then, loud enough to be heard, "Sure, Mom, I won't mind - whatever," he managed.

"Ummm ... well ... okay. I'll be out in a few." The door slid closed.

"Oh, pinch my nipples, John, I really want to ... What are you doing??"

John had managed to extract his throbbing prick from Kelli's clenching pussy. As he grabbed their suits, he replied, "You'll find out, but we've got to move quickly. Here - bring these with you." With that he dragged Kelli out of the pool. With her fabulous boobs and his engorged dick flopping around, they headed to a shaded corner of the house.

"This better be good," Kelli whispered. "My nipples sure could have used another ... wait, isn't this Mom's bedroom?"

"Yep. Here, stand in the shade right here and I'll look over your shoulder."

"Mmmm, that's nice," Kelli whispered as John cupped both of her tits, immediately pinching her nipples while she felt the length of his upright dick against her right buttock.

"I can't believe how you casually talked to Mom while holding my dick in your tight, pulsating pussy the whole time! That was just so hot!"

[Author's note: I find that scenario - a couple engaged in sex but carrying on a conversation like nothing was happening incredibly hot. I've found only three stories that go in this direction: one by Samslam (My Virgin Sister, p5, the inspiration for this knock off) another by Tryanything (Service, p4), and variations of Sitting on My Son's Lap. Hints for how to search for this would be appreciated! Secret sex? Private orgasm?]

"Well, my old boyfriend was a dud, but he did teach me a few things. If you're good, I'll show you some more tricks I learned!"

"Oh, I'll be REAL good in that case."

Meanwhile, Marie was washing her hands in the bathroom and debating whether she could really wear that new suit. She was still dressed in her conservative (from outward appearances!) office clothes.

Marie, widowed three years ago, had thrown herself into her work after Ken died and was now full partner at her law firm, so appearances mattered - hence the prim skirt, white blouse, and dark jacket.. She was good at her work, and she'd been able to keep the kids in a private high school and now they were going to go to top flight - and expensive - colleges.

Marie was a real beauty for her age, with long straight hair, a trim waist, and full D tits. So far, she'd rebuffed the many advances that had come her way, telling herself that she did not have the time for a relationship; besides her first had been strained. The worst part was that Ken had not liked her large boobs and sensitive nipples.

But with Ken gone, she was starting to discover that she really did love sex, even if it had to be solo. About two years ago, she had found that her nipples were often all she needed to get herself off - in fact she loved knowing that some slightly rough nipple play could take her over the edge at any moment. After Ken had died, she had bought sexier bras, which she alternated depending on her outfit.

Today had been a shelf bra day, and while the friction of her opaque blouse on her nipples had kept them, and her, on edge all morning (for some reason, she had straightened her shoulders any number of times!), there had never been an opportunity to give those nips the attention they'd been calling for. Even in the ladies room, someone had always barged in at just the wrong moment.

As she looked in the mirror, she shed the jacket, pulled the blouse tight, and gave her tits a shake. The starched blouse largely hid the stiffness of her nipples, but nothing could cloak her clit from the electric shock that went its way from her nips!

Oh, you WANT to wear that bikini - but with John home, do you really dare? Still watching her reflection, she unbuttoned the blouse and gazed at her boobs.

Her breasts really did look okay, despite her age, she had to admit. [Ken had colored her view of her tits - in fact, they were awesome!] The shelf bra pushed them up and give her pretty good cleavage. But, God, did she love her nipples, which had been peeking over the top of the bra all day!! They were as stiff as they'd ever been, and she gave her nubbins a little tweak before gathering her clothes and moving to the bedroom.

John and Kelli simultaneously gasped when Marie entered the bedroom and turned on the lights.

"Oh, my, would you look at that bra? Has she had her nipples out all day?"

"Yes, she told me about buying that bra and how she loves the feel of her blouse rubbing her nipples. But I've never seen her nips before - they really are hot. By the way ... MY bedroom's at the other end of the house - have you been watching ME change for the pool, too?"

"Ummm ... welllll ... guilty as charged," John whispered, giving his sister's nipples a hard tweak. "Are you mad at me?"

"Oh ... that feels so good. I guess I'll forgive you, but only if you slide that hot, thick tool of yours back into me, and I mean right now!" With that, Kelli spread her legs and leaned forward, supporting herself with both hands on the window sill. She was very glad for virtual darkness that shade of the house and the shrubbery combined to provide, given how close she now was to the window. John lost his grip on Kelli's tits during this maneuver, so instead he put them on her shapely hips.

"You got it Sis!" John shifted his feet and repositioned his dick; Kelli reached down between her legs to guide him home. He easily plunged his entire length and breadth into her. "Oh, you are sooo wet! And I must admit, this is a grade A ass." he whispered. "Mmmmm," was all Kelli had to say. She gave her dangling boobs a shake, delighted at how they slapped together. If her nipples could get any more stiff, they did. "Hold my tits and twist my nipples again, John." When he complied, he felt her pussy contract hard around his dick. "Mmmmm," she repeated.

As they watched, Marie took off her prim skirt, under which she had worn a lacy pair of panties (a thong would not have worked with the needed panty-liner, although Marie had strongly considered it that morning). When the bra came off, both John and Kelli inhaled and tried to control their actions down below. Yes, Marie's boobs sagged, but only just a little - they looked awesome! And her nipples, maybe a bit shy of half an inch long, were tied up in such tight knots that her areolas were involved, too.

Marie opened a drawer and pulled out the new bikini - what there was of it. The bottom was little more than a thong, which was hot enough. But when John saw the top, he let go of Kelli's tits and grabbed her thighs again, whispering, "Stop moving, Sis - just - stop for a minute. Unggghh ... oh, that was close."

When Marie held the top up to her tits, all John could see was two florescent yellow triangles maybe three inches on each edge, plus various pieces of thick string that must somehow tie it all together. The two triangles, did, in fact, cover Marie's oversize areolas, but with not much to spare.

"Sis..."

"Yes? Can I move again?"

"I think so. Except ... Are you on the pill?"



"Heck of a time to ask, but yes, why?"

"Well, I just had two contractions, and it sure felt like thick fluid escaping my balls, going down my dick, and coming out deep inside you ..."

"You didn't COME, though, did you?"

"No, not really. I guess it was a miniorgasm? Glad your safe."

"Hm. Didn't know that could happen to guys. But I'm glad it wasn't the BIG O - I want to feel your hard meat inside me for as long as Mom's in her bedroom. And don't make me have to play with my own nipples - although I'd be more than happy to."

"You got it, Sis." With that, John's hands resumed cupping and hefting Kelli's hanging tits and brushing her very hard nipples. There was a decided schlrrrping noise from Kelli's pussy as they both restarted their slow motion fuck.

Kelli cooed, "You know, you've already lasted far longer - and deeper - than Dick ever did; why did I wait so long?"

Marie looked in the mirror and remembered how hot she'd felt trying the bikini on at the store. It had been her intent only to start wearing it when the kids had left for college. She now kind of regretted showing it to Kelli when they'd gone shopping last week. Now she felt a little trapped.

How could she wear this in front of John, she thought. Well, Ken never paid much attention to my tits, but John sure seems to be eyeing Kelli's boobs a lot - especially on what Marie was now calling "braless T shirt weekends." She wasn't quite sure why, but even Marie had found today's outfit kind of erotic - despite the warmth in the room, Kelli's nipples had never gone down. Plus being able to tell where breast flesh stopped and areolas began made her tingle. She envied Kelli's confidence in her body. And with the crop top, it would be so easy to reach underneath ...

Anyway - back to John - it might be nice having a man - he really is a man now - checking me out, even if he is my son.

Then her mind pivoted again. But this is too much. The old one piece isn't so bad.

"NO!" John and Kelli whispered simultaneously as they watched their Mom drop the bikini on the bed and reach back to the drawer. Still, they both loved watching the way Marie's boobs wobbled and bounced with the action. Plus her nipples were just as hard as before.

"John, I've got to check something out, but we've both got to calm down a bit - trust me. Hold still, and take your hands off my nipples for a bit."

"Um ... okay, I'm not on the edge anymore."

"Trust me, you soon will be. But I've GOT to feel you." With that, Kelli supported her weight with just one hand on the window sill; the other she brought down, elbowing a boob out of the way, until her hand touched her belly softy at the very top of her slit.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure for what but ..."

And then he felt Kelli's delicate fingers probing around her opening, attempting to circle his dick while feeling her own flesh right where his rod was entering his body.

"You are so, so thick, John, and I really love feeling you at the entrance to my body. It's just sooo hot!" Kelli's pussy was twitching up and down the full, full length of John's fat dick.

"Oh, god ... you'd better stop, you'd better ... oh, my god ..." With reluctance but with her sights set on feeling John's hard dick insider her for a lot longer, she removed her hand and regained her balance on the window sill.





"Definitely another mini for me," breathed John, "and pretty darn close to the big one."

"Just think about calculus for a minute. I sure don't want this to end quite yet."

Meanwhile, Marie had pulled up the one piece and settled her tits into the cups. Looking in the mirror, she saw lots of cleavage - but at the same time, she felt her nipples deflating. The suit was pretty, but not hot. And Marie had spent too much time on edge today to lose that special feeling.

Then, she had an inspiration - what if she cut the cup liners out? Then her nipples could, once again, rub against the fabric, and likely poke through as well. She reached into another drawer, took out some scissors, and lowered the straps, freeing her amazing tits. Her nipples re-puckered.

"What is she doing?" Kelli wondered aloud.

"I'm not sure, but I do love to watch her breasts bob around. And god, those nipples look SO hard!" An agreeing schlrrrp, schlrrrp came from Kelli's sopping cunt as the siblings kept rocking their hips. John tried to push deeper, but his dick could go no further.

"Speaking of bobbing breasts, John, ... do you know why men evolved opposable thumbs?"

"Say what? No. And what does that ..."

Kelli cut him off. "The reason you have opposable thumbs is so you can get a good grip on my hard nipples. Now, I want you to hold my nipples real tight ... that's good, no tighter ... now pull my nips out to each side until you lose your grip on them, preferably at the same time."

John pulled on her nipples until he could see Kelli's boobs on either side of her body, which he thought was really hot. When he could just see the edge of her areolas, he lost his grip on her nipples; then, her pendulous boobs swung back together with a resounding slapping noise when they met in the middle. A course of three or four pussy clenches rewarded Johns rigid tool, causing him to briefly convulse as well.

"Ohhhh, you could do that again ... and again ..."

"Umm, I will, but in a bit, in a bit."

When the siblings focused through the window again, they saw the cup liners fall in the trash can and finally understood. Marie pulled up the straps and settled her tits into the unlined suit, pulling it tight underneath her bust line.

She turned side to side, looking in the mirror, pleased with how prominent her nipples now were. She turned toward the door and flipped off the light.

"Well, that's our signal to ... wait, she's coming back in!"

Marie was definitely feeling the effects of her aching nipples, which were prodding her on to be more risqué. He's just my son - what harm could come from him seeing more of his old Mom than he bargained for? If he looks at my tits, great - it will feel nice to have a man look at me. And if he doesn't, well, I can make up my own fantasies later.

Marie shed the one piece and stood naked again, staring at the mirror. Her kids would have been fogging the window were it not so warm out. Well, nipples, what do you say, Marie thought. With that, she cupped her boobs, running her fingers up to her nipples, then simultaneously she grasped the nips with thumbs and forefingers and combined a twisting, pulling motion. When her nipples popped free, she felt a mini-orgasm course through her, and she visibly recoiled from the pleasure.

Marie took a seat on the bed, breathing heavily (which did wonders for her boobs, as John watched intently), and let the flush of the orgasm slowly fade.

"My god - did she just have an orgasm by tugging on her nipples?" Once again, John grasped Kelli's hips to stop the motion on his turgid, oozing dick.

"Sure looks like it. When I can't have a hard cock inside me as well, it's my favorite way to get off. Plus, unlike you poor guys, there's no limit to the number of times I can orgasm in a session." She paused, then pulled John's hands back up to her own aching tits and nipples. "You remember in high school when you commented that I always had good posture in English class?"

"Yeah, what of it," John whispered, eyes still looked on his Mom's nipples, his hands still caressing Kelli's nips, his dick once again making schlrrrping noises as he slowly pulled it out and then pushed it back into her love tunnel.

"Well, the thing is, I was the only one in that last row and my seat was against the right wall."

"So?" Schlrrrp, schlrrrp.

"Well, my good posture was just a ruse for allowing me to have nipple orgasms. See, with no one on my left, right or behind me and a thick book to block the view of anyone turning around - can you get any deeper? Oh, that's good. Now pinch my nips a little harder. Where was I?"

"Um," schlrrrrrrp, "no one on your right or left?"

"Yes. Oh, don't slow down. Umm. With no one to really see what I was doing, I could sit up straight and lean forward, with my left forearm on the desk. For one thing, I could lean my left boob onto my forearm and give it a subtle rubbing. But better - much better - was that once the class was taking notes, I'd ... whatever you're doing with my nipples, don't stop! When no one was paying attention, I'd undo a button or two in my blouse and sneak the fingers of my left hand inside. Works best on that side with women's clothes."

"Oh, that IS hot. Look, Mom's standing up again. God I love her nipples."

"Don't forget my own nipples, lover boy. How many things can you concentrate on at once?"

"Well, here's the big one," schlrrrp, "and here are two amazing boobs," he said, cupping them, "along with two very stiff nipples - so do two boobs and two nipples count as four or just two? Anyway, there's Mom in there touching her nipples again ... plus your story about sneaking your hand in your blouse."

"I wonder what's going on in her head. Yep, anyway, I decided early on that my bra was in the way of really stimulating my nipple. But no way would the school let me go braless!"

"Yes, they kept an eye on all of us."

"Sooo, I got out my scissors and a sewing kit and cut out a hole in my right bra cup for my nipple to pop through, then embroidered the hole so it wouldn't ravel."

"Sis, you amaze me more every minute. Wait - she's picking up the bikini again!"

"Oh, I really think you're going to love it. But anyway, I went through a ton of panty liners that year. I'd slide my fingers inside my blouse, then I'd start by touching myself on my bare rib cage. Then I'd find the underwire and slowly, slowly work my fingers up the silky underside of the bra cup, sort of pretending it was a guy trying to sneak up on my nipple."

"Yes, I can identify with that. Dang, she sat back down!" John interjected.

"Well, at least she hasn't picked up the one piece. Anyway, there were times that I'd take four, maybe five minutes just feeling the underside of my firm, plush boob in its silky container, stroking it back and forth, pushing in a little, weighing my heavy boob, just slowly working my way up and out ... out ... out to where my stiff nipple was waiting."

Kelli interrupted herself to ask, "You do know that I'm a D cup, right?"

"Ummm ..."

"Yeah, I thought so. Next time you want to snoop in someone's underwear drawer, make sure you put things back EXACTLY as you found them.

"Anyway, I really enjoyed building the tension as I worked my way up and out over my warm, firm boob. With a great cup size comes a great responsibility to go slow, to build the tension.

"Then, when I could feel the embroidered edge of the nipple hole, I had to hold back, just to let the tension build. God, I get hot just remembering! But once I got to my nipple, there was no fantasy about a boy - it was MY bare fingertip on my bare and very hard nipple, and it was like a jolt of electricity to my clit! It was the same every time - first contact, first orgasm! It was SO hot - just me and my nipple and the big O - right in the middle of class, no one else the wiser!"

Inside, Marie was once again debating with herself. That nipple mini- orgasm was beautiful, but that bikini is SO small. She looked down at her boobs. Screw you, Ken, I think they're very pretty. My nipples - oh, they are so hard! And I do so love to touch them. Maybe just a little more time playing with them. I'll tell the kids the office called back.

"Oh, there she goes playing with her nips again. I'm so glad you dragged me over here!" Kelli moved her hips a little more violently, forcing John's massive prick almost all the way out, then all the way in again.

"Man, is she hot. I just love the view from the side, where I can see both of her boobs in profile. Plus when she lets go of her nipples, they line up right at the end of her breasts, nothing behind them, just sticking straight out - amazing!"

"Anyway," Kelli continued, obviously the better multi-tasker and anxious to finish her high school nipple orgasm story, "after the first orgasm, I'd wait a bit, then, at first, I'd use just my index finger, riding up over my nipple, pushing it down, then letting it pop out below my finger, then back down. Sometimes I'd just brush the very tip of my nipple - that was really hot! Other times, I'd bend it round and round, trying to touch every side of that pillar.

"Then I'd get my middle finger going and pinch and pull my nip between the two fingers - sort of like you're going now! God, I loved getting myself off that way - fully dressed, bra included, in the middle of class, and no one knowing that I was playing with my bare naked nipple and having one private orgasm after another! When I was REALLY turned on and couldn't stop myself, I'd get my thumb inside too, so I could pinch my nipple harder. That was a little awkward, but so worth it!"

"Very ... very hot, Sis. Just slow down again... "

Inside, Marie watched the mirror intently as she tried straightening her arms, with her boobs caught in the middle. Wow! In an instant, she had a mile of cleavage, running right up to her collarbones. Her nipples and areolas stared back at her like two headlights. Why did I let Ken tear me down for so long, she thought.

Then, she decided to try something new, even if she wasn't sure it was feasible. She took both hands and lifted her left breast, then tilted her head down while torguing her boob inward from underneath. She reached out with her tongue, and just managed to lick the end of her nipple. Instantly, her knees buckled as a larger orgasm overtook her.

"Oh, my god, that looked amazing! I can't believe I never thought of that!"

"Hold .. on ... Sis" was all John could manage.

"I love the look on her face when she orgasms.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah. Anyway, I loved my nipple bra so much! I had to hand wash that bra a hundred times and throw clean regular ones in the wash so Mom wouldn't know - but god, did I love to give myself nipple orgasms in class! Private orgasms every day, with no one the wiser. I think my record was 10 in one period, but after three, it was hard to count. My panty liners just gave up!

"Most days, I'd come home, lock my door and take off everything but my special bra. Then I'd look in the mirror as I recreated my nipple orgasms from school, starting from below my bra just like in school, then working up and out till I hit my nipple. But instead of my nip being hidden, I could look straight at it or look in the mirror. Usually I'd come at least a couple more time.

"You know, I tried cutting the ends off both bra cups, but somehow it wasn't quite as erotic as looking down and seeing just the one hard nipple sticking out. A real specialty bra. I found it such a turn on to have it on that I wore it just about any time of day. In fact, I've still got that bra, if you'd ever like to see me wear it."

"Unnhh - that would be amazing Sis." Schlrrrrp, schlrrrrp. Then, suddenly inspired, he suggested, "Actually, I think I'd like to have you come into your bedroom dressed like you were for school, then strip down to just your nipple bra and then re-enact your afternoon routine of re-enacting your classroom nipple orgasms. And I'll watch through the window"

"Ohhh, don't slow down. Yeah, that would definitely be hot. You know, I was 18 that whole year - when I write this day up for Literotica I can include that story."

"Lit-a-what-ica?"

"It's a ... I'll show you later. How about pulling my nipples sideways again? That is SO good! What is she doing in there?

The two watched as Marie was once again pulling and twisting her nipples. Schlrrrp, schlrrrp.

"Did you know that there are 2500 nerve endings per square centimeter on your fingertips?"

"Um ... no ... how many on my..."

"I don't know the number, but I've got 10 times whatever that is in my vagina. A little harder please. Nice ... unhh ....

"Anyway, in class, when I'd try to let me mind focus solely on my fingertip rubbing my right nipple, it was like that sensation took over my entire brain - it was - still is, when I do it - awesome. Plus they've found that the nerves from the nipples, the clit, and the vagina all converge in your brain at just about the same point - the 'genital-sensing brain area.' Kind of explains why my clit lights up so fast when I play with nipples."

"Thanks for the biology lesson, Sis, but there's a whole lot of biology going on here that doesn't have to involve my head. I mean my brain, anyway. Looks like Mom is recovering."

"And what about you? My GSBA has registered a distinct drop in sensory input. Do you REALLY think with your tool? Can't process new facts while you keep up the motion? Can you show me you can walk and chew gum at the same time?"

"Anyone ever tell you you're a nerd? A sexy one - a very sexy one - but a nerd!"

"I don't mind what you call me so long as you keep moving. Mmmm. Much better."

Inside, Marie's resolve, along with her nipples, had further stiffened. The second nipple orgasm really did it. If her son liked what he saw, he was more than welcome to look. The erotic thrill of wearing the suit would have been enough with neither kid around, but the concept that John might find his old mother attractive would be a real bonus. She needed to be appreciated. Who knows, she might even try dating again.

Marie lay the bikini on the bed, arranging all of the strands so that she could make sense of it. John, of course, was panting as he watched his mother's boobs hanging down, wobbling with every movement. He knew they were a D cup (he'd checked her bra size the same day he'd checked on Kelli's), but knowing that and seeing them in the flesh was two different things.

John pulled Kelli's nipples out to the side a few more times, but it was .. um .. hard to know where to focus. Slap! Convulse, convulse, pause, repeat.

With her nipples throbbing (two orgasms is enough for now, my precious nips - the kids are certainly wondering what's taking so long, and I'll get back to you, I promise), Marie took the two ends meant to go around her rib cage. Putting the cups (or rather, the cloth triangles) behind her, she glanced down between her breasts to make the first tie. Swiveling the top around (again, John had to pause the hip action between him and his sister as he watched his mother's hands pushing her tits out of the way, the backs of her hands mounding the abundant flesh and "inadvertently" rubbing her nipples), she next found the neck halter pieces and brought them up, quickly tying them behind her neck.

"Holey crap - the whole underside of her boobs is open to the world!"

"Pipe down, brother, and get those hands back on my own boobs, and let's have some more hip action. God, my - our - juices have run down to my knees." Schlrrrp, schlrrrp.

With the halter tied, Marie looked in the mirror and adjusted the four strips of fabric connecting the base of the triangles with the band around her rib cage. While her areolas were fully covered, her nipples were poking through the thin fabric like tent poles. She couldn't resist giving them a quick tug.

"You know, Sis, when I spied on you getting into and out of your bikini, I thought that was the best. You should check out the loads of sperm I've left under your window! Then when we were in the pool, and you pulled me inside you and then Mom popped out and you held my dick in your pussy while you talked with her like nothing was going on - I could not imagine anything more erotic!

But now, here I am - my tool plunging the depths of your cunt, my hands holding your amazingly firm tits, my fingers tweaking your nipples - AND the two of us are watching Mom play with her own nipples - could it possibly get any better?"

"By the way - while I love being inside you, playing with your boobs, teasing your nipples, and watching Mom - what's in it for you?"

"Well, YOUR 'in it' for me, and I love what you do to my nipples. But as for Mom, we've started to get really close. Right, do that to my nipples again - mmm. She's lonely, and I'm hoping that wearing the suit will be a step toward getting her out of her shell."

"Plus, I have to admit, I kind of like watching her play with her body - I've been sort of pretending that I was doing what she was doing to myself. And I'm DEFINITELY going to try licking my own nipples!"

John had only minutes more to wait for an answer as to whether it could get better. Marie decided that, on closer inspection, the halter needed to be tied a little tighter - it would give more lift to her bountiful boobs. Plus it would show more underboob. When she finished retying the halter, she thought, now that's better - deeper cleavage above, more breast flesh below.

Then, just to see what might happen if she dove in the pool, she raised both arms straight over her head. The result took her breath away - not to mention that of her kids.

Oh, my! she thought. Looking in the mirror, she could see that the lower half of both areolas had slid from beneath the triangles - and lowering her arms had left them exposed. It seemed that her very, very stiff nipples, now just above the edge of the lower border of the patches, was all that had kept the fabric from slipping higher (or her boobs slipping lower, depending on your points of view). I'll have to be careful about that. Or, well, we'll see how the afternoon goes. Son, I'll be looking for a bulge in your swim shorts - love me, love my boobs, love my areolas, love my nipples.

"That is SOOOO sexy," both brother and sister whispered, both now just an extra plunge from release. Somehow, while naked was awesome, it was even more erotic to be WEARING something designed to cover the sensitive (oh, so sensitive!) parts and then find that they weren't really covered! "Mom, I've always loved you, but I really, really love your boobs, and your areolas and nipples are amazing," whispered John.

"So - do you love her boobs, areolas and nipples more than mine?" Kelli taunted, with an extra wiggle of her rear end.

"Oh ... hold on ... Whew! Another mini. Well, you are both pretty awesome, but what can I say? I'm deep in YOUR cunt, I'm holding YOUR boobs, and I'm twisting YOUR nipples - not much of a contest, right? Plus your areolas kind of mound up, which I find extra erotic."

"I guess I'll let you get away with that answer - for now. Now pull my nipples out wide one more time." Slap! Schlrrrp, schlrrrp.

Hmm, what if I were to bounce on the diving board, Marie thought. What might that do?

"You are awesome, John. But can you try one more thing? First, I want you to pull your tool NEARLY all the way out. ... Oh, yeah, your dick head feels so fat at my entrance. Did I say to push it back in? Okay. Now, I want you to pull my boobs out wide again, but hold on tight to those nips. Mmmm - nice. Now, when I count to three, pull hard so my nipples pop free, and at the same time, ram your dick home, then grab my nips again as quick as you can."

"That sounds real hot, Sis, but that might be too much."

"Again, a risk I'm ready to take right now. Ohhh, I do love when you twist my nips.





Inside, Marie lowered her arms and bent her legs to start her hop. What happened next was burnt into John's permanent long term memory.

"One."

To start her hop, Marie quickly straightened her legs. The inertia of her tits caused them to lag, creating an even bigger bulge of boob below the bikini. Still, her nipples clung to the seam at the bottom of the triangles. Her feet left the floor.

"Two."

As Marie passed the top of her hop and started to descend, the reverse happened. Her boobs lagged behind her torso on the way down, creating an unreal profile - much like the shape of Kelli's boobs when buoyed by water back in the pool.

Then, Marie touched down, but with more acceleration on her boobs than at the start of her jump. The breast flesh bulged further and further out below the overstressed nipple patches.

"Three!"

Finally, it all came together:

Kelli's nips slipped from John's fingers, shooting another signal to her pussy. Her boobs slapped together, harder than before.

John plunged his sopping, schlrrrping iron-hard dick into Kelli's pussy as hard and as deep as he could.

And as Marie watched her boobs in the mirror and the kids watched through the window, the tiny patches of cloth gave up their hold on her super hard nipples, though the edge of the fabric gave them an incredible caress as they popped free.

"Oh, god," said Marie, collapsing on the bed in full nipple orgasm. Nothing mini this time.

"Oh, god," said both John and Kelli, who had unwittingly timed their erotic experiment to coincide with Marie's nipple release and orgasm - the haystack that broke the camel's back, as it were, of their hope of holding off from coming.

Kelli clung to the window sill to keep from falling. But there was no controlling the muscles deep inside her, which milked and milked, and milked John's throbbing rod.

John flailed with his hands and managed to catch Kelli's rebounding boobs and then her nipples all the while erupting inside her. Hot jets of jism kept spurting and spurting and spurting into her pulsating love tunnel, bathing her cervix for what felt like two full minutes.

The rest of the world had disappeared, blotted out by the intensity of the feelings and hormones pounding through their bodies. The three were left panting, each reliving those final minutes, not even caring to think about what to do next.





Spying on Mom Ch. 02





Sis and Mom vie for John's dick with their boobs and nipples.


All characters in this work of fiction are over 18.

*****

"My nipples, John - you could start rubbing them again." These were the first words that Kelli was able to utter as her head began to clear from the fog of her mind blowing orgasm.

"Just be a little more gentle now. Right - nice and gentle - mmm." Then, recalling her climax, "That was so AMAZING!" Finally, as other senses and faculties started to register, "My god, you're still hard!" With that she began, once more, slowly rocking her hips.

"How could I not be," John whispered, although, in truth, even he was surprised. John's still muddled brain responded reflexively to the word "nipple," and he restarted his massage of those ever so stiff nubbins despite the fact that he could not have told you the time of day, the day of the week, or even in what city he lived.

Two minutes prior, despite all odds, neither John nor Kelli had lost their balance while simultaneously writhing through the most sensual, erotic, and explosive orgasms that either had ever experienced. Kelli, despite her extensive practice at maintaining perfect silence during her private, in-class, nipple orgasms, had not been able to hold back from emitting a long, low guttural moan. John, for his part, simply had held his breath until the urge to breathe became too great. He was still planting ever more of his seed in his sister even at that point.

All he knew was that he was DEFINITELY no longer a virgin, that he had just poured buckets of hot cum deep, deep inside his super-hot sister's sopping pussy, that he was still holding her sensuous, firm, D cup tits, that they were both naked, and that he had just watched his Mom, Marie, experience her own intense nipple orgasm by spying on her through her bedroom window. In fact, through it all (and even now), his eyes were focused firmly on Marie's throbbing nipples as they rocked back and forth on the tips of her upturned boobs as Marie's continued to pant, face up, on her bed. The way her turgid nipples both lined up in profile was a sight contributing to his rigidity - he loved that view!

Marie's intense nipple orgasm had been brought on by nipple play (lots of nipple play), the erotic display of her underboob in the mirror, including portions of her areolas, in the mirco-bikini, and the final tweak that her nipples had experienced when they popped free from the bikini top. That, along with the growing and exciting resolve to wear such a scanty bikini in front of her own son. Add to that the fact that her nipples, previously perched just over the edge of her half cup bra, had kept her sexually charged at work, and that final nipple pop pushed her over the edge - WAY over the edge!

For her part, Marie was also fighting through the fog of her own orgasm. As she did so, her hands rose to the exposed undersides of her breasts, which she gently caressed before her fingers drifted north to find her nipples, which she very gently pulled and twisted as she relived the intensity of her explosion.

Then, reality crept back in. "The kids - they're waiting for me at the pool!" she whispered. "I'm surprised they haven't come to check on me." But first, she realized, she'd need to clean up down below in the bathroom. She rose on unsteady legs, nipples still exposed under the tiny bikini top, and headed out of her bedroom door.

"Um ... Sis, I think we'd better find a way to clean up, don't you?" Nevertheless, he kept slowly pumping his dick into her and playing with her nipples.

"Don't panic - she doesn't have on the bikini bottom yet. Probably cleaning herself up. But you're right. Give one more big thrust and let's get to the pool. Oh, that feels good!"

"You want to just jump in the pool? But what about all of our - uh - fluids?"

"That's what we've got chlorine for, silly. Oops - she's coming back in for her bottom piece. Stay low, grab your suit and hurry!"

John took one more glance through his Mom's window. Amazing! Her nipples were still stiff and still poking out from under the bikini patches. But then he turned to follow Kelli's trim ass down the path, marveling at how her swaying boobs bobbed out left and right as she crouched out into the open.

Still naked, they walked into the pool and dunked down to shoulder depth while wiping away the residue of their encounter. "Jeez, John, how much spunk did you plant inside me? I don't think it's ever going to stop oozing out. Here - help me with my top."

John, who had swished his slowly shrinking dick around in the water and had pulled up his trunks, fumbled with the straps, standing behind Kelli. "This is another silly question, Sis, but ... this is our little secret, right?"

"Hey - incest may be legal here, so long as we don't marry, but remember, Mom's a lawyer AND my mother. No telling what she might do to you." With that, John's dick shriveled to the size of a gherkin just as he finished the last tie.

Sensing John's deflation, Kelli swung around, gave him a wink, and flashed him a dazzling smile. "I'm kidding, John! I'll only tell on you if we DON'T do this again. And again. And again! Come on, race you to the end of the pool!"

Poor John was left with an image of Kelli's buoyant boobs, hard nipples clear as day under the transparent bikini, and a head still spinning at Kelli's topsy turvy banter. But in a few quick free style stokes he had caught up with his breasts stroking sister.

Marie, meanwhile, had pulled up the thong bottom of her suit, then glanced in the mirror. "Oh, my, those are stiff nipples," she murmured, "but it's time to put you away, at least for now." Reluctantly, she adjusted the triangles of cloth to cover her nips and yes, even her areolas. But the strength of her orgasm had left her more, not less, determined to see whether she could wrest John's attention from his sexy sister. She wasn't sure where things were going, but she knew that she'd denied herself for far too long.

In fact, as she walked through the house, boobs wobbling softly, the powerful nipple orgasm took her back 24 years to her old lover Rod. She had soon learned he was a jerk, but he certainly did know how to work both her boobs AND her pussy. The more that memory played out, the more Marie realized that playing with her nipples was not enough - she needed a man to fill her up the way her fingers never could.

When Marie opened the patio door, her two children, now both breasts stroking at the near end of the pool, came to an immediate stop. Of course, they would need to at least feign surprise at her skimpy suit (which, in theory, they had never seen being worn before), but when Marie sauntered into the sunlight, they truly were awestruck.

Marie's nipples had never really gone down, and now, seeing that both children were checking her out, they turned to little pebbles. Well, medium sized pebbles, nubbins that the thin cloth could not hide, opaque though it was. Plus, although her areolas had been covered when she last checked the mirror, her wobbling bosoms had caused the suit to slip JUST enough for their darker colored skin to slip down into the daylight.

"Wow, Mom - you look awesome!" Kelli exclaimed as Marie daintily sat down at the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the warm water. "That suit does more for you than I'd imagined!"

John, whose cock was definitely stirring back to life, felt an elbow to the ribs. "Yeah - I mean, yes, Mom, you look ... uh ... fantastic."

Despite herself, Marie felt her cheeks flush as she replied, "Well, thank you, children, it's been a long time since anyone has told me that. At least anyone who means anything to me," she amended, remembering some leering jerks at work.

She could feel John's eyes wandering all over her nearly naked body, but most of his attention was clearly on her breasts. A sly smile crept onto her face, and she clenched her thighs together as a warmth washed through her. She made no attempt to cover the obvious protrusions that her nipples made in her suit, only wishing, instead, that she could free them and twist them while watching John's expression. Her eyes glazed over at the images and sensations playing out in her mind.

"We've been doing laps for quite a while now," Kelli improvised, "did you get another phone call or something?"

In her sexual reverie, her long absence had slipped Marie's mind, so she was thankful for Kelli's prompt. "Um .. yes," she stammered, "but I was able to walk the staff through the forms over the phone, so I didn't have to go in again."

John, who had not stopped taking in his mother's underboob, stiff nipples, and partially exposed areolas, felt another jab to his ribs.

"Oh ... Glad to hear that, Mom. Want to join us?"

"Well ... maybe a lap or two would feel good."

Five minutes later, Marie confessed, "Wow, am I out of shape! I think those are the first laps I've swum all summer." With that, she pulled herself up onto the edge of the pool, unaware that the exercise had increased the amount of areola that she was now showing. Once again, only the stitching of the cups and the semi aroused state of her nipples was keeping her nips from sliding out from below the edge of the suit.

"Guess I've had enough, too," Kelli declared as she started to climb out. Then, thinking quickly, she looked down to "discover" how transparent her wet bikini was. Not only that, the flow of water over her tits had succeeded in pulling her cups down until not only the tops of her areolas were exposed through the upper mesh section, but both nipples were as well. "Oops - guess I should have checked before," she said, quickly covering her nips and sliding back into the pool. "Could you get me a towel, Mom?"

Marie followed Kelli's eyes, and found her own widening. "Wow - I mean, sure, Kelli, hold on." After the semi-transparent top Kelli had worn in the morning, Marie knew that Kelli was escalating her tease - but that bikini might as well not have been there! All it did was color her boobs a light shade of baby blue. And despite the workout, and the warm air, Kelli's nipples were, well, just as stiff as Marie's.

As she walked back to the house, John let out a low whistle as he got a good view of Marie's basically naked backside. "Whew! I guess there really is something to this genetics thing," John whispered.

"Dang, I hope I can look that good at 42," Kellie quietly agreed. Meanwhile, she reached over to take a swipe at John's trunks, confirming the suspected hardon.

"Quit it, Kelli - I don't know how I'm going to get out of the pool, and you're not helping!"

Marie continued to ruminate on Kelli's suit. She wondered if this 'I should have checked' story was a ruse, or, more likely, that Kelli had intended to drive her brother crazy. But to what end? Was she just a PT, or did she "want" him. Either way, if Marie was going to wrest John's attention away from Kelli, she might need to up her game. Damn, the girl's boobs were flawless, generous, and so sexy with those basically bare nipples poking through. Perhaps this towel thing could work to her advantage. She picked a large one from the bin and headed back.

As Marie sauntered back, she carefully held the towel to the side so as to show off her toned body and gently swaying boobs (and, though she did not know it, more and more of her areolas). Kelli climbed out of the pool and wrapped the proffered beach towel around her.

John, who was just treading water and gawking, couldn't keep his eyes off his mother's boobs. It was hard to believe that a nipple wasn't going to escape at any moment, and he didn't want to miss the event. But he surely couldn't come out of the pool, so he just continued to gawk.

"Whatcha doin', lov ... big brother?" Kelli felt her cheeks redden, realizing she'd almost let "lover boy" slip out. Only Marie's eyes betrayed that fact that she'd caught what Kelli might have started to say, but Kelli was looking at John and John only had eyes for Marie's nipples. Too bad about Kelli's nips being temporarily covered, but he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, um, I was trying to decide whether to get out or do a few more laps. I guess a little more swimming would be good - I don't get enough exercise at the club." Also, he reasoned, maybe he could relax a little if he swam hard. Okay, if he swam "with vigor;" the "hard" was what he hoped would subside.

"Suit yourself," Marie said, "I think I'm going to make myself a cocktail - I think I've earned it after this week. Well, this last six months. Would either of you like a cocktail?" "Cock" she thought to herself, knowing why she had repeated the word "cocktail." If only I could whip one up, as it were, in the kitchen, just for my own private use.

"Gin and tonic would be great," the siblings called out in unison.

As Marie walked back to the house, her mind was pulled in several directions. Perhaps foremost were the sensations from her boobs, which were only loosely constrained by the tiny patches of cloth that made up her bikini top. The way they wobbled was hard to ignore, and she found, even though no one could see, that she could not resist adding an extra bounce to her step. Damn it feels good to let my boobs bounce, she thought! In fact, she could not wait to get inside to give her nipples some attention.

Second, she found herself reliving the feeling of knowing that her son seemed to be captivated by the sight of her near naked tits. The way he had starred at her breasts made her pussy tingle, and she knew that the warmth she felt was leading to a flow of juices down below.

But speaking of juices, she felt her competitive juices rising when she thought of how John had been torn between looking at her underboob exposure vs his sister's basically naked tits! Marie had to admit that her daughter was quite a looker, but that didn't make her feel any better about her goal of having her own tits be the focus of John's attention.

Once she was inside, with the bright sunlight giving her protection from any prying eyes outside, she paused to look in the hallway mirror. Dang! Her areolas were both exposed from the underside of her bikini; had her bouncing approach to the house caused them to slip into view, or was that one reason that John seemed intent on staring at her breasts?

Well, no way to tell now. With a quick glance outside to confirm that her children were still at the pool, Marie quickly lifted the two bikini cups the last half inch to expose her very stiff nipples. This time, instead of pulling on her nipples until they slipped from her fingers, she gripped her nips tightly with thumb and index finger, then used her remaining fingers to bobble her ample breast flesh. Ohhhhh, that feels SO good, she thought. She loved feeling her boobs wobbling, plus the action really translated into amazing nipple stimulation. Almost immediately, a mini orgasm overtook her, and she fought for balance while maintaining the grip on her nipples.

As much as she wanted to keep playing with her nipples, she forced herself to stagger into the kitchen to make the drinks. But to keep her level of sexual excitement near its peak, she left her nipples exposed; she would cover them before she went back outside, she told herself. She looked down at her very stiff nips every few seconds and rubbed them frequently between the routine motions of mixing the drinks. God, was she hot - and wet.

Kelli, meanwhile, was also feeling the pressure to compete. Sure, with her suit fully wet, her boobs and her stiff nipples were as clear as day, but her Mom's suit was a challenge to controlling John's attention. Instinctively she knew that the accidental exposure of Marie's areolas was more erotic than her own more blatant nakedness.

As John touched the far wall, therefore, Kelli figured it was time to up the ante. With the towel still around her shoulders and her back to the house, Kelli pulled her bikini cups out to the sides, allowing her ample breasts to pop out fully free of the flimsy cloth. Flimsy though it was, however, it DID push in from the sides, giving Kelli a mile of cleavage between her very stiff nipples.

John, meanwhile, was still having a "hard" time. No matter how much energy he put into his swimming, he could not move his mind away from his mother's erotic display of underboob and his sister's more deliberately naked tits and stiff nipples. All his mind could see was the exposed breast flesh from both females, his mother's seemingly inadvertent display of her areolas, and his sister's very blatant display of her basically naked tits and nipples pointing out hard and proud despite the heat. Not to mention the memory of spewing gallons of his seed inside his sister's tight pussy not long ago.

As John approached Kelli's dangling legs, she reached up with both hands to cup her abundant boobs while twisting both of her nipples with her finger tips. As John surfaced and prepared to turn, she caught his eye and intoned, "Hot enough for you, John?"

Poor John, while trying to turn, was struck dumb by his sister's erotic actions - but yet the urge to breath caught up with him, and he found himself inhaling a mouthful of pool water.

Pausing to cough, he managed, "Jesus ... (cough, cough) ... Kelli! You're not making this any easier for me!"

"Very perceptive, lover boy. In fact, from now on, you can count on me being 'easy' and me keeping you hard. How's the swim working for you?" she asked, smiling impudently and continuing to pull and twist her crinkled nipples.

"You know that Mom could be back any second, right? Damn but your hot! I'd better try another lap."

"Oh, I can cover up in a second," purred Kelli as she pulled the now nearly (but only nearly) opaque cloth over her nipples. "But how are YOU going to get out of the pool?" she queried, with a lilt in her voice and a wink in her eye.

"Damn, you're a frigging siren," John called over his should as he started another lap.

As he pulled away, Kelli uncovered her boobs once more, found her stiff nipples, and began teasing those pulsating nubbins again. She had really been turned on having John just openly stare at her boobs all day, since sidelong glances were all he'd ever allowed himself before. And she just loved the way his eyes caressed the curves of her more than ample boobs and toyed back and forth with her nipples, one nip after the other nip, after the other nip. She'd never thought of exhibitionism, but his attention to her tits was certainly was amping up the sensitivity of her nipples today.

And having learned that he had been watching through her window (and cumming on her window sill!) was another turn on. What kind of shows must she have given him? Surely, he would have seen her at least casually playing with her nipples, since that was an almost constant preoccupation. Well, make that just "constant." But had he watched her have one of her frequent nipple orgasms? The thought intrigued and excited her.

In any event, he wasn't watching now, but her nipples were out, they were hard, and Mom was behind her and inside. That's all the excuse she needed to pick up the action on her nipples. Who knew how long Mom would be inside, and her nipples were begging for some rougher play! And she so loved toying with her nipples. In moments, she closed her eyes and thought back to how much she had enjoyed being filled with John's huge cock while he played with her nips and they both watched Mom and her own nipple play.

Pinching her nipples with more purpose, she squeezed her thighs together in response to the urgent signals from her clit. She felt a mini-orgasm building rapidly. Playing with her nipples out in the open like this, with real risk of discovery, added two new spices to the eroticism of playing with her nips, and they were hot spices indeed!





No wanting to lose her balance when the orgasm hit, she reluctantly left one of her nipples unattended and braced herself on the edge of the pool with her left arm. But her left nipple was calling out for attention.

So she moved her left arm from being beside her left thigh to being between them, leaning in to make contact with her cloth covered clit. This also served to squeeze her bulging left boob into her right tit. Then, Kelli briefly let go of her stiff right nipple, hunched her shoulders, and leaned into her left arm so that her boobs were squeezed tight together. She had cleavage nearly to her collarbone!

"I wouldn't leave you alone for long, my precious," she whispered, looking down at the throbbing left nip. With that, she spread her right hand, first rubbing the right nipple with her thumb and then reaching out with her pinkie and ring finger to contact the left nipple.

As soon as she did make contact, it was as if a jolt of electricity was coursing through her fingers from one nip to the other nip, and from nipples to clit, and to the erotic centers in her brain. This nipple orgasm was more powerful than she had expected, and her whole body tensed while she threw her head back and let the feelings flood through her. As her orgasm waned, she sighed softly, whispered, "God, I love my nipple orgasms," and began plotting what she would do with John the next chance she had. She continued to slowly massage her rock hard nipples and if her nips could purr, they were doing so.

Inside the house, Marie had paused in preparing the drinks to look out the window, where she took in the scene in pantomime. She had seen Kelli's arms apparently working her boobs as John approached, then saw John surface and erupt in a coughing fit, the noise of which filtered through the windows. But the rest of the conversation was over ridden by the AC. However, it took little imagination to figure out what Kelli was doing as John swam away, and Marie found her own hands massaging her nipples.

"Damn, that little vixen was probably showing John her tits," Marie whispered, "and now she's getting off on her own nipples. Like Mother like daughter. Guess I'd better get back out there if I'm going to have a chance of catching John's attention. I'm really feeling the need to get some dick back in my life."

But what is Kelli's goal with all of this breast and nipple display, she mused. They had hated each other for years. They're siblings, for Pete's sake. But they had matured. Wow, had they matured! And well, Kelli did break up with that jerk Dick, and I know they were screwing, so maybe she's missing cock herself? She couldn't be hoping to seduce John, could she? I mean that's ... well, I'm his mother, and I know that I want him. Hmm. Time to make my own play.

With that, Marie determinedly abandon her own pulsing nipples and focused on quickly putting the gin and tonics together. When they were ready, she threw her shoulders back and carried the tray of drinks back outside. Forgotten during her musing, however, was her plan to recover her stiff nipples, which poked out obscenely from beneath the bikini cups, which now only served to cover the upper portion of her areolas and a patches of her upper breasts.

Poor John could still see nothing but stiff nipples and swaying boobs in his mind's eye, and his dick kept waving in the currents he was creating, still poking all the way down the left leg of his swim trunks. Giving up on swim therapy, he pulled himself out of the water next to his oh-so-hot sister, who was still idly toying with her naked, rock hard nipples, working hard to fend off another orgasm with Marie so likely to soon return. His dick grew another half inch.

When Kelli heard the patio door sliding open, she quickly covered her nipples (but only barely - parts of each areola peaked out in the middle). Then she gave a low whistle as she visually devoured her brother's raging hard-on, but thinking quickly, she doffed her towel and handed it to John with a quick, "Here - you need this more than me!"

Marie was just closing the door when the towel was being passed, but she did get a full second, full frontal view of her son's mammoth cock pushing out the swim trunks before he covered with the towel. Even the towel, though, was no match for his huge bulge.

With a shudder that made the glasses clang together, she whispered "Oh, my god, I really need to see more of that." Then, looking down to steady the tray, she spotted her stiffening nipples poking out from beneath the bikini cups, naked as the day she was born, though much larger. Much, much larger. But there she was, with both children turning to look at her, and both hands holding the tray.

She felt a flush of blood rush through her; but was it excitement, embarrassment, or both? First, there was the sight of her son's boner poking out through both swim shorts and the towel. Then there were her nipples. Yes, she had come around to enjoying John staring at her underboob exposure, but bare nips was a much bigger step. All she knew was that her face was red and she was trembling a bit. And that her areolas were beginning to crinkle.

"You alright, Mom?" Kelli called, then inhaled deeply as she took in her mother's nipple display. John simply froze, not realizing that his mouth was now hanging open. Could those nipples be even bigger than Kelli's?

"I'm ... I'm alright," Marie managed, moving quickly to set the tray on the table. Were her nipples getting harder still? A quick glance confirmed the fact. Thinking quickly, she adlibbed, "I just got a little light headed coming back out into this heat. Guess I should be drinking some water, too." With that, she turned and hustled back inside, still red faced and still wondering at why it was that her nipples were throbbing so, and, yes, how she felt really moist below.

John continued to stare, open mouthed, as he watched his Mom's shapely tush recede. But in his mind, he was burning the memory of Marie's nipples into long tern storage. And if his prick were not already as long as it could get, it would have gotten longer. He mused about long term storage for his long dick. Tight, moist, long term storage.

Kelli stood, checked the alignment of her bikini top, which she did not adjust (she liked the partial areolar exposure just fine, just fine), and sashayed to her brother's side, leaning in to press her left boob into his arm. "Well, it sure seems like her nipples are still hard, doesn't it?"

"Wow..." was all John could manage. Watching those nubbins pop free of her suit through the window was one thing, but looking at Marie's nipples displayed right out in the open was something else. John's cock was twitching about as much as he could stand.

It seemed that John was oblivious to the pressure from Kelli's breast, so she slowly backed her boob away from John's arm until only her cloth-covered nipple was still touching; then, she slowly started rubbing the tip of her nipple against John's bicep, watching the action closely as she felt herself getting still wetter.

Thin as her bikini top was, though, it was interfering with the full sensation her nipple was craving. What if I push a little harder when I slide to the right, she thought. Oh, that's good, she mused to herself, as the cloth partially released from her nipple. One more pass, and her nip popped fully free. Owww, it felt delicious!

She watched in fascination as she passed her bare nipple back and forth over the skin of John's arm. Of course she knew her nipples intimately, but it was vastly more erotic to watch her left nipple as it bent left and right, slightly pulling on her boob and distorting the shape of the areola, knowing that it was her brother's arm, that they were standing in the sunshine on the deck, and that their Mom might come out at any moment.

The only bummer was that her dorky brother didn't know that his sister's nip was poking at his arm! She paused and pushed her nipple straight into his skin. Her nip was so stiff that it acted like a rigid pylon, virtually burrowing into her boob while taking part of her pebbled areola with it. She was so hot!

Her right nipple was incredibly hard, too, and Kelli desperately wanted to give it the attention it needed, but she and John were both facing the patio door through which their Mom had disappeared - and she could reappear at any moment.

She wondered how long it would take him to notice her nipple caresses. But she didn't much care - she loved the feeling of her now naked nipple passing languidly along his strong arm. With another mini-orgasm building, a low moan escaped her lips.

With that, John finally startled. "What are you ... Geez, Kelli, you are such a sex crazed vixen!" he muttered as the moan and nipple rubbing finally broke through his reverie. She continued rubbing her nipple on his arm, and noticed with satisfaction that he had not broken contact between his arm and her nip.

Kelli slowly looked up with veiled eyelids and gave him a seductive smile while she continued the nipple massage and said, "Well, I can't let Mom steal all of your attention." Then, finally breaking away, "Come on, big guy, we'd better get you sitting down before Mom comes back. That pole of yours is really causing a tent in your towel."

Marie had leaned against the wall as soon as she was inside. She really was unsteady, but more from the heat radiating from her nipples and pussy than from the heat radiating from the sky outside.

She quickly found a chair to sit on, and as she replayed the glimpse of her son's dick tenting the towel, her hands spontaneously found her still bare nipples. "He is so much better hung than his Dad," she mused, her fingers now seriously manipulating his nips. "And he certainly does seem to like my breasts. ... And my nipples," she added, glancing down and becoming aware of how roughly she was rubbing them now.

"Mmmm, it feels so good," she murmured as she began to twist and pull them with more purpose. Then, holding her nips tightly and pulling out until her nipples simultaneously slipped from her fingers, her body shuddered into an unexpected orgasm. "Ohhh, ohhh, oh, my!"

When her head cleared a moment later, she remembered why she had come inside - to cover her nipples and get a glass of water, which really did need. She paused in front of the mirror and pulled the bikini cups down until nips and areolas were fully covered. But as she was doing so, she realized that her nipple orgasm, instead of releasing her pent-up passions, had, as before, further fueled them. She really wanted a big, hard cock plumbing the depths of her pussy, and John was right outside, and certainly quite interested in her boobs. And the open mouthed stare he gave her exposed nipples made those naughty nips pulse anew.

But could she really seduce her own son? She was not sure whether she could overcome her inhibitions and the dusty memories of her early religious teachings. Still, the temptation was there, and her yearnings were hard to ignore. She gave her nips a quick rub and proceeded to the kitchen, trying to ignore the answering twitch her nipples had produced in her pussy.

Marie quickly downed a full glass of water, her mind in turmoil. God, she did want some cock in her life. Then she caught sight of the gin bottle, still on the counter. Making a snap decision, she poured three fingers of inhibition-relaxer into the water glass and downed it in a few large gulps. Alright, let the chips fall where they may.

On her empty stomach, the ethanol was quickly working its magic. A warmth flowed through her, but with her mind consumed with sex, she wasn't sure whether the source was her nips, her pussy, or the booze. But she really didn't care - she liked all of the feelings. She refilled the glass, with water this time, and left the kitchen.

As she walked past the mirror, she checked her reflection again. Damn, those are nice tits, even if I say so myself, she thought. The thrill of her most recent nipple orgasm, the memory of John's dick, and the idea of displaying more of herself conspired with the alcohol. She needed John looking at her tits, and it seemed she had to compete with Kelli, whose boobs and nipples were virtually naked even when she was around, and fully naked when she wasn't.

Her heart rate quickened as she partially reversed her previous efforts toward a semblance of modesty. With swelling nips and with care, deliberation, and close scrutiny, she carefully pulled the lower edge of the cups up until the entire lower half of her areolas were fully on display. The cloth only just covered her nipples. "Good - very good." Then, remembering the accidental display that had had her rushing inside to begin with, she added, "Who knows, maybe I'll let John see my nips on purpose in a bit."

With her nipples now fully hard again, she pulled open the door and sauntered outside with the water glass, purposefully putting some extra sway into her shoulders. She could have sworn that her boobs were swelling as they wobbled to and fro as she ambled confidently towards her chair, locking her eyes on her son's eyes, although they were very clearly locked on her underboob, the exposed portions of her areolas, and the nipples that so clearly were poking through the thin cloth.

Kelli quickly glanced from her mother's swaying boobs (quickly asking herself how long those nipples could hang on to the insides of the bikini cups), to her Mom's eyes, to John's eyes (well, there'd be no question what had grabbed his attention, but she did have to smile when she saw his mouth hanging open again). She sighed quietly and thought, well, if you've got 'em, flaunt 'em - and she certainly has 'em.

And, she is definitely flaunting those amazing tits and nipples. I wonder why? Well, it was me who suggested that she wear that underboob suit, but she did seem flustered to find that her nips were bare before. Were they bare because she was playing with them while making the drinks and forgot to cover up before she came out? Well [recalling Marie's nipple play in her bedroom], we know that she gets off on her nipples as much as I get off on mine, so that could have happened.

But if she dashed inside to cover up, why would she come back out with half of her areolas so carefully on display? Well, I certainly enjoy having John look at my tits and nipples; maybe she's just instantaneously become an exhibitionist? Or could she be interested in John's dick? Her own son? Well, I sure want more of it, and we're siblings. Hmmm this could get interesting! Well, nips, are you up for some competition?

Kelli looked down and easily verified that her nipples were clearly "up" to the challenge - but was chagrined to learn that her suit had dried to the points of being nearly opaque again. Drat! Not only that, while Mom had been in the house, John had spread the towel open onto the arms of the chair. Kelli hadn't minded looking at the pole running down the leg of his trunks, but now he was facing straight at Marie, giving her the advantage both in terms of getting his attention and in terms of him getting hers. Double drat!

Then, Marie did look down at her son's swim trunks - and there it was, the very end of his dick had pushed into the sunshine past the end of the (long) left swim trunk legging. And then, as she watched, she saw it twitch.

As hot as she already was, the extra eroticism of the situation was just too much. Here she was, deliberately showing off not only her previously forbidden underboob, but also the truly forbidden patches of breast flesh that were her areolas. In the sunshine. With her son's hard dick making a run to escape the end of his swim trunks. And the sight of her boobs and areolas had made his dick twitch!

In mid stride, the mini-orgasm struck - a jolt of electricity that shot from her eyes to her brain, down through her nipples, and from there down to her pussy. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, she gasped, and momentarily lost her balance.

"Wow, Mom, you look pretty flushed - are you sure you're alright? You seem a little unsteady, too," exclaimed Kelli. And then, to John, as much to get the deer in the boob-lights expression off his face as anything, "Be a gentleman, John, and hold your mother's chair."

"Um ... sure," mumbled John, who quickly rose to the task - but temporarily forgot that parts of his anatomy had already risen. Not only that, but the towel was just lying on the arms of the chair.

Oh, my god, thought mother and daughter simultaneously. I do want to see more of that!

John was brought back to the reality of his situation when the chair that he was pulling back knocked obliquely into his manhood.

"Are you alright, John?" Marie asked, turning to look him in the eye (well, his dick was now out of sight after all). "You look a bit flushed yourself."

"Um ... yeah. But it is warm out here. Here, you sit, and I'll pull the chair in."

Looking down to make sure he moved the chair at the proper moment, John had to stifle a quick intake of breath. For, in his position, he had a magnificent view down Marie's front. There were those amazing boobs, pushing far out from her chest and oozing out of the bikini top, left, right, and center.

Not only that, but with the tie (barely) holding the cups in position now basically running from nipple to nipple, the view of naked flesh was continuous, including breasts, sternum, flat belly, and, well, all the way to the top of her tiny bikini bottom. It was awesome to look down through that fleshy boob canyon with not a single thread obstructing the view.

But then, there were her nipples! From where John was standing, Marie's nipples, covered though those nips were, were perched at the very ends of her so-well rounded mammaries like little turrets on rather large, firm castles! The fabric of her bikini was pulled tight against them, but their stiffness sufficed to push out defiantly for what looked to be nearly a half inch. John was fairly drooling on his Mom's shoulder as he took in the sight. And that's not all that was fairly drooling.

Although Marie was pleased to think of the view John must have, he'd stood there a little longer than was necessary. Plus with him standing behind her, she had no chance to look at her son's huge dick. "Thank you, John, I am feeling better now that I'm sitting down."

"Oh ... you're welcome, Mom. Glad to hear it." John took the hint, then realized he'd need to sit down while still sporting his huge hard on. Well, Kelli had already seen him fully naked, so he awkwardly kept his back to his Mom until at his chair, then made a quick turnaround move to sit down. Both women smiled in amusement, then, in an awkward moment, caught each other by the eye with mutual SEGs. Is she amused for the same reason I am? they both thought.

To cover their embarrassment, they both sat up straighter in their chairs (much to John's delight, since this brought their finer points into better viewing perspective), and Marie cleared her throat and asked what they'd been talking about while she was inside.

"Oh, nothing much. Just discussing how John could get into more girls. I mean, more into girls," Kelli corrected.

"Well, it's hard ..." Marie started, then realized that she could see a fuzzy outline of John's dick (with some flesh tones at the end) through the glass top table. Then, glancing up to his eyes, "I mean, it's hard to think that you might be into boys, John. I mean, you've never ..."

"Oh, god no," John interrupted, tearing his eyes from his mother areolas and protuberant nipples to return her gaze, "I mean, I have guy friends but I have no interest in ... eww, no that's not for me.





"I think what Kelli meant" John continued, glancing in the direction of his sister's cleavage (and thinking it was a shame that her suit had dried, obstructing his view of his sister's clearly stiff nips), "is that I need to learn how get 'in' with girls. I just can't seem to engage them in casual intercourse."

Despite John's continued focus on Kelli's bosom, he could see her eyebrows rise in his peripheral vision. "I mean verbally," he clarified. "You, know, how to, well, slide into, um, conversations, have relations, that sort of thing."

All three paused to think about the twist and turns of this conversation and whether double entendres were intentional or simple gaffes.

"When I think about my luck in engaging with girls - hell, even this conversation, I'm reminded of that Lydia Pense lyric. Give me a sec. Yep, got it: 'Even when I try to talk, Tied tongue when I try to speak.' Yep, that's me."

"Wow ... 'You Got Me Hummin''" whispered Marie, her mind going back to her first serious boyfriend in high school. He never got into her pants, but the things he did with her breasts, and especially with her nipples, made her toes curl, even at the memory. He had given her so many nipple orgasms in the steamed up car that she lost count; and then she'd had quite a few more in her bedroom, just reliving the evening. Yep, he definitely "got her hummin."

"I didn't know you were into my old LPs," she murmured, feeling her nips and pussy responding to the, um, "flood" of memories.

"Well, yes, I've ..." John's voice trailed off as he turned away from Kelli and back to his Mom. She seemed to be looking at the trees over his shoulders, but eyes were focused a thousand miles away; she was suddenly and fully lost in her youth. Her eyes closed and a faint smile overtook her serenely pretty face.

But what really took John's breath away was that Marie, quite without thinking about it, had raised her right hand to her right breast. Three fingers were gently massaging the bare underboob, but her index finger was slowly and deliberately working over her nipple, pushing the stiff nubbin up, down, and around, as the dreamy look on her face turned to pure bliss. Clearly, she had taken no note of John's incomplete sentence. John wondered how long the fabric of the bikini cup could retain its hold on Marie's throbbing nipple.

Kelli and her nipples, meanwhile, were feeling ignored. She toyed with toying with them, as her mother was, but then had a better idea. A puddle of water had formed from the condensation on her gin and tonic glass. Taking careful aim, she lifted the glass to her mouth and - bullseye! She doused her left nipple with a stream of droplets. The cold water popped her nipple out even further, and, of course, the most important part of bikini cup again turned transparent, revealing her now pulsing nip.

With Marie still on another planet and John dropping his left arm onto his left thigh (leaving his fingers in easy reach of his aching cock) as he continued to stare at his Mom's nipples, Kelli took a moment to use the cold, wet glass to dampen her right nipple as well. Taking a long swig, she tugged on her bikini cups, pulling the fabric down so that the entire upper half of her areolas showed through the loose mesh at the top half of the "cups."

Her nipples were right there - covered to Mom and John, she believed, but visible through the cloth and right on the edge fabric. In fact, looking down, she could see those turgid nubbins pressing the flimsy cloth out, with shadowed daylight allowing her to see further past the edges of the rigid nubbins down to more of her crinkling areolas. Then she cleared her throat.

"Well, I think that John has been selling himself short. I think he is long in his potential to get in with women. He just needs a bit more experience," she added, winking at John before Marie came back to reality. As Kelli intended, John's eyes were immediately drawn to her now basically naked nips - although he did catch her wink out of the corner of his eye. He left his hand in his lap and began to slowly rub his fingers over his rigid member, slowly working down to the partially exposed head.

Marie snapped out of her dream and quickly, but sorrowfully, left her aching nipple alone as she straightened up and put her hand back on the arm of the chair. She reddened a little, wondering if either of her children had noticed the nipple massage. She so wanted to spend the afternoon playing with her stiff nipples, but there were bigger stakes to consider. Bigger and longer.

"Experience. Yes. You never really had much luck dating, did you, John," she asked, with true motherly concern in her voice. As she focused on John's face, she saw that he was no longer looking at her own boobs, but was instead transfixed by Kelli's nipples, now clearly visible through the transparent cloth and threatening to pop out on top. Marie found the display of Kelli's areolas quite erotic - the scheming little vixen. The thought that John might not have seen her own nipple play relieved her embarrassment - but also made her a little sad; it might have been nice to know he had been watching her nipple manipulation.

But then, there was Kelli, elbow on the arm of the chair and arm crooked so that the glass was some six inches up and directly over her right boob, with both nipples plainly visible through the now transparent ends of the bikini cups and exposed areolas crinkling.

As Marie watched, another pair of water drops detached and landed squarely on the end of her right boob. Marie and John both watched in fascination as the wet patch spread out, over the next few seconds, transforming opaque to transparent, and revealing a wider and wider portion of Kelli's areola. Kelli sat there with a serene smile on her face, knowing that neither observer was paying attention to her face.

What is her game, Marie wondered again. Poor John! Here the poor boy, heading off to college all too soon, has never been laid, and his sister is giving him views that almost make my mouth water. Is there even a chance that she is trying to seduce him? Well, I know that I am. And Kelli has been without a boyfriend for a while ...

(As an aside and for completeness, John was wasting no energy pondering his amazingly good fortune. Boobs were boobs, and nipples [especially stiff nipples] were the cherries on top, and he had no problem if his it was his sister's breasts and nipples, his Mother tits and nips, or Mother Therea's ... well no, not those! But he was not about to not look a gift boob in the mouth [now there's a thought] no matter who owned it or what her ulterior motives might be! He was loving the moment and taking in all the nipple and boob views he could; who knew if it would ever happen again? Now back to Marie's reverie.)

But John needs some guidance in how to treat women, how to break the ice, how to make women feel respected, how to develop a long lasting relationship. And, not least, how to please a woman once he manages to get past first base. Well, my experience with lasting relationships is not the best example, but I can draw on what I've learned from our friends, at least. Plus, I know how to please myself, she thought, as her nipples pulsed once again, and that should count for something.

Aloud, after the spread of bikini transparency had concluded, she said, "I am so sorry, John! Here you were, growing up without a father to give you any advice, and I was too wrapped up in my work to realize you were floundering in the love department. It must have been very hard for you," she concluded, as her eyes were drawn to the subtle, pixilated motion of John's left hand on the lower edge of his trunks. Dang, I wish this glass were clear and not wavy, she thought ruefully.

John reluctantly tore his eyes away from his sister's nipples, then deftly swept past his Mom's underboob and areola display to look her squarely in the eye (for once). When he caught sight of the direction of Marie's gaze, though, he startled and quickly reached for his drink - with his left hand. He gave her boobs another quick survey, then looked back up to find her eyes locked on his.

"That's okay, Mom, I know how important your job is to you, and it is very nice to know that I won't have to put myself through college. Plus, I've got a feeling that my love life might be improving." Now why did I say that! Yes, I was thinking about Kelli, but...

Kelli, feeling neglected again, threw her shoulders back and was pleased to see that this maneuver led, she suspected, to the top edges of both nipples now actually being clear of the bikini cups; the fabric now had only a tentative hold on barely half a nipple. Using her most sultry voice she tried to put her brother on the spot by asking, "What makes you think that, big boy?"

"Well, ... um ..." John struggled for a response that didn't involve screwing Kelli's brains out, then clicked on a plausible response. "You see, there's this girl at the club who's been asking me for some private tennis lessons ..."

"Oh? But I thought the club didn't allow that," countered Kelli.

"That's true, that's true," replied John giving up all pretense of making eye contact as his eyes did their best to push aside the last bit of cloth covering the ends of Kelli's nipples. "But, ... well, I think she said her parents would be away next weekend and they have a private tennis court ..." John left the thought unfinished as he fought to maintain a coherent line of thought while his eyes bored into his sister's boobs and his mind pondered, with some fear, the upcoming "private lesson."

Marie, meanwhile, saw the precarious coverage of Kelli's nips and decided it was time to up the ante. She took a big swallow of her drink for courage. The play might not work, but, nothing ventured ...

Reaching up with both hands, Marie removed the hair band that held her pony tail in place. Conversationally, she interjected, "Does this girl have a name, John?"

Her son reluctantly turned away from Kelli, only to find that, as Marie was fussing with her hair, "perhaps" using exaggerated motions, the underside of her bikini cups was clearly losing the battle with nipple containment. To make the battle even more lopsided, Marie was shifting her shoulders around while working on her hair, causing her heavy breasts to bob left and right, up and down.

"Um ..." John fought to find some words even as his dick made another run for the open air down the loose legs of his swim trunks. "Um ..." Dang! Her left nipple just popped out! Should I tell her? Oh, Christ, now her right nip as well!! "Uh, ... her name is Brandi. Brandi Smith," he finally managed.

"Over on Clubhouse Way?" replied Marie, who had barely managed to avoid reacting with a whole body shiver to the release of her nipples, which she felt so keenly, not only from the nips themselves, but all through her now overheated body. It was sooo hot knowing that her son was devouring her naked nipples with his eyes, while she pretended to have no clue. "I think I know her folks - nice people."

Just then, Marie's cell went off, with a ringtone that signaled the office. "Damn," she said aloud, while internally she was using even stronger language. She wasn't sure how the afternoon might have played out, but she'd been enjoying teasing her son, reveling in the attention her boobs and nipples were getting, and trying to figure out how to isolate his attentions away from her vixen of a daughter.

The half of the conversation that the siblings heard was clipped and curt. "You're kidding. ... Really? ... Crap! ... Well, that's a kick in the teeth on a lovely afternoon ... Alright, I'm on my way in." With that, she clicked off and turned to her kids. Though her nips were still waving around in the open air, they were thoroughly deflated, and her face betrayed the darkness of her mood.

"Sorry, John, Kelli, but this time it's clear I'm gone for the rest of the afternoon - probably past dinner. You should be able to get by with leftovers, or order pizza if you want."

John was definitely the more disappointed of the two. He had really been getting off on watching his Mom's swaying underboob, her crinkly areolas, and for the last few minutes, her stiff, naked nipples. Kelli, on the other hand, saw the door opening to another screwing from her brother - this time with no danger of interruption. Her nips stiffened further in anticipation.

"Jeez, Mom, what a bitch!" she said with feeling. "I sure hope this case comes to a real end soon, Mom. But don't worry about us, we'll be fine."

As Marie hurried into the house, John and Kelli exchanged glances - eye to eye this time. "Back to her window?" John suggested.

"For sure. But we'll have to be more careful. She's in a rush, and you know she'll swoop out to kiss us goodbye." As they hurried to the window, she added, "Probably best to leave our suits on - but you could certainly pull that big dick of yours out and slide it between my thighs."

As they took up their old voyeuing position, Kelli pulled the inside edges of her bikini top fully to the side of her swelling boobs and gave her nips a quick tug. Then, as John, pulled the swim trunk leg up and freed his cock and balls, Kelli leaned over, once again supporting her weight on the window sill with her left hand. As John positioned his dick between Kelli's legs, she sighed, "Oh, god, I want you in my pussy! Wait a minute - let me pull the bottom of this suit down a bit, then maybe I can slip it off to the side enough for you to ... oh, yes, that is so good! Does my suit chafe too much?"

"It does a little, but it is sooo worth it! Shhh - there she is. Damn," John concluded, as he reached forward to grab Kelli's hanging boobs. "You got that right," agreed Kelli, using her free hand to bring one of Johns up to her throbbing right nipple.

While John and Kelli had been getting positioned for pistoning and voyeuing, Marie had been in the bathroom removing her bikini and peeing. As she hung the suit to further dry, she caught sight of her swaying boobs in the mirror. Her nipples were no longer stiff. But, as aggravated as she was, she could not help admiring her generous breasts.

She brushed her damp hair and pulled it into a pony tail, all the while watching in the mirror at how these activities caused her tits to wobble, lift, and jostle each other. The afternoon of boob and nipple display, both hers and Kelli's, and the quick peeks at John's big dick began to once again take over her consciousness, edging out the office task.

Dammit, she thought, I didn't really have a good plan for getting John into my pants, but I'm sure I would have worked something out. She cupped her boobs, and that was enough for her nipples to start swelling again. I wonder what his mouth would feel like on my tits. He sure was watching them intently. At least when I could distract him from Kelli's nips!

Losing herself in the moment, she watched in the mirror as she raised her right breast to her mouth and sucked the expanding nipple between her warm lips. The heat from her mouth was amplified tenfold by her nip and spread quickly through her body, refocusing itself on her pussy.

"Crap," she said aloud, as her rational brain interrupted the nipple loving. "I've got to get this office trip over, then I can work on a plan to properly seduce my son." Naked, and with boobs bounding, she hurried into her bedroom.

"Would you look her right nipple," whispered John. "It's crinkled up all the way through her areola - and it looks wet!" He had to pause his hip motion while a wave of contractions coursed down his cock.

"I can tell you like that a lot," Kelli whispered as she felt her pussy pulse in reaction to John's dick.

"You got that right. I can only guess that she was washing her nipple in the bathroom - with her tongue! That's a sight I'd have loved to see in person - so hot!"

Using her free hand to squeeze John's fingers more tightly to her own right nipple and heavily hanging boob, Kelli made a mental note of John's desire to see a nipple being sucked into a mouth. Preferably, her nipple and her mouth!

Inside, Marie looked at the office clothes she'd worn before, still lying on the bed. Well, she thought, let's just pull them on - it'll be faster than digging out a new outfit.

She picked up the panties, gave them a look, then dropped them on the floor. If I can't be here with John, at least I can privately enjoy my state of undress at the office, she rationalized.

"Whoa, that is hot," John commented, gingerly resuming the reaming of his sopping sister. Kelli made another mental note and gave John's dick a good squeeze with her pussy muscles.

Marie did not even pause when she picked up the half cup bra. She had to wear a bra, but it needn't be a modest one. Putting the cups in back, she looked down between her swelling boobs to fasten the clasp. As she did, she allowed herself to feel the heft and softness of her tits as they rubbed against the backs of her hands.

As the siblings watched, Marie swiveled the bra around to get the cups to the front, again relishing the feel of her tits as they rubbed on her hands. Wriggling her arms through the straps caused more boob motion, which had John mesmerized.

"Um - lover boy? Did you forget that you've got my boobs in your hands right here? Let's not have you stalling out on the nipple play, please."

"Sorry," John managed, as he resumed a gentle twist and pull of those turgid nubbins.

Marie leaned over, lifting her heavy boobs into the cups (well, at least as far as much as would fit); she paused to look at the reflection of her breasts in the mirror. With minor adjustments, she had both nipples fully, but just barely, over the lacey fabric, with the areolas display at just over half of their fullness. "I bet John would go crazy over a chance to see my nips like this," she whispered, giving each of them a quick brush with her fingers.

"Oh, crap," John whispered hoarsely. "Slow down for a second, Kelli. Jesus is that hot!" Kelli, made another mental note, but couldn't resist pressing John's hand more deeply into the mound of her right boob.

Marie next slid the skirt up over her shapely and very naked tush, then reached for the blouse. Once it was buttoned, she tucked it tightly into the skirt, checking out the shadows of her nipples as they shown through the thin material, pressing out into two very distinct points. She opted to undo the top two buttons - at least until she got to the office. As she reached for her jacket, which she lay across one arm (the car would be way too hot) and searched for her shoes, John said, "well, show's over."

"One more hard thrust and one more pull on my nips John - for now. Oh, I can't wait 'til she's down the drive!"

"Crap - I can't get my swim suit down over my dick!" John whispered loudly as they hurried back to the table.

"Tough luck, John," Kelli giggled, as she bounced back to her chair, "but I'm guessing that Mom might not really mind!" She waited until she was seated before giving her nipples another squeeze, then reluctantly put them back in hiding.

"This is no joke!" moaned John. "Maybe if I sit down ... whoa, just barely got it. But I'm sitting down for Mom's kiss."

Just then, Marie opened the patio door and strode quickly to the table, boobs bouncing deliciously with her purposeful pace. While she mostly looked prim and proper, all three took secret delight in knowing about the missing panties, about the way her nipples were on display over the bra cups, and about how visible her nips were in the afternoon sun through the thin blouse.

"Well, you don't know how sorry I am to leave, children," really sorry, she said to herself, "but this truly will be over in a few days. Love you guys, and behave yourselves, okay?" This was her standard line when leaving them, but now more than ever, she had some doubts about where their behaviors might wander. Well, I'll work to see that my chance comes too, she thought.





"Love you, Mom," they both said in turn as she kissed them. Marie puzzled a bit about John's not standing up, but said nothing. Then, looking at the fat barrel of cock running down his swim trunks, she smiled inwardly and understood; Kelli must have been teasing him with her stiff nipples again (did those nips every go down?). But realizing the possible advantages to the situation, she lingered after the kiss to give him a fairly long shoulder hug, knowing that he'd likely have a nice view down her blouse - plus she'd get a sidelong view of John's dick as its length ran down the side of his trunks.

Marie hunched over more than she needed to for the hug, causing her blouse to balloon way out. And, as planned, John had a great view into the valley of Marie's amazing boobs, with both nipples pointing straight down, in fabulous silhouette, and, of course, fully over the top of the bra cups. Marie smiled to herself as she saw John's long, hard dick twitch in response to the nipple display.

And yes, there was the tip of his dick, just visible at the end of his trunks. And it appeared to be glistening - precum, she guessed. Anyway, nipple display mission accomplished, she smiled to herself as she stifled a reaction to the clenching she felt in her pussy. "Love you, John," she whispered a second time.

With that, she straightened and marched through the gate and to her car.

As the siblings heard Marie's car backing down the drive, Kelli once again had her bikini top pulled to the side, baring her contracting nipples. As John watched with growing dick, she licked her fingers and began twisting her nipples. "Okay, John," Kelli simpered, "your room or mine? Of maybe the kitchen table?"

"You have no idea how good any of those options sound to me," John started.

"Oh, I think I have a quite a good idea," Kelli interjected, licking her lips as she eyed the head of John's cock as it edged further out of his trunks.

"But first, believe it or not, the idea of watching you do your after school masturbation ritual really has me hot. Remember, I mentioned that when we were watching Mom the first time."

"Interesting," Kelli mewed, as she let her nipples pop free from between her fingers while quickly rubbing her thighs together as her clit was electrified. "You really want to be outside, not in my room while I get off?"

"Yeah - at least this time. It has really turned me on so much to watch you, and, well, now Mom, through the window that I'd like to do it that way this time, too."

"Wait - you're not going to come on my window sill again, are you? 'Cause right now, I'm really looking forward to another womb washing from that big dick of yours."

"Oh, no - I'll hold off." If I can, he added mentally. "I really want to come in your tight pussy again, too. But when you put on your show, pretend you don't know that I'm watching. Or, at least, never look out your window."

Kelli was warming to this idea quickly, and in more ways than one. Exhibitionism might be her next major turn on. "So, I come into the room in just my nipple bra and ..."

"Actually, could you start off dressed like you were in school? And then work your way down to ... um ... completely naked?"

"Okay, you watch through the window while I start like I was dressed for school, but wearing my special nipple bra of course, then I give myself a few of my patented nipple orgasms, strip - but I never acknowledge that you exist?"

"Um, yeah, that sounds like what I have in mind. I think watching strip, piece by piece, with more nipple orgasms along the way would be so hot," John replied, while slowly stroking his cock through his swim trunks.

"Well, okay," said Kelli, with mock reluctance, "but I get to watch you stroke your dick later on."

"Well, I guess that's fair," said John, "but could I do it while I'm looking at you, um, like naked?"

"Seems like there's not much you haven't already seen," Kelli answered, still toying with her nipples. "I guess that's alright," again feigning reluctance. The more "favors" I grant him, the more I can ask in return, she figured. "Wait at the window while I change in the bathroom. Then it will be just like I was getting home from school."

"Okay. But remember, no peeking in my direction."

"Got it. But give me two minutes before you move to the window."

"Wait - so how long am I watching? When do I get to bury my big hard cock in your throbbing pussy?"

"Oh, John! What a mouth you've developed!"

"Sorry, it's just these books I've been..."

"No worries, lover boy. I might like you talking dirty to me. Okay, here's the deal," she continued after mulling it over. "I think 10 orgasms was my max in English class. I'll count them down, and when I hit 11, I'll signal you to come in. In a manner of speaking."

"Wow! I'm not sure I can hold out for all that, but you've got a deal!"

"Cool!"

Kelli was inside in a flash, her boobs swaying, her nipples throbbing in anticipation, and her pussy getting even wetter. First, she turned the AC warmer - she didn't want that noise interfering with her plan. Next, she went to her bedroom window and opened it three inches. John, of course, was already there, gazing in rapture at his sister's tits.

"How is this relationship going to work if you don't follow my instructions," she mock scolded.

"Sorry, Sis, I'll be good. But I just couldn't wait."

With that, she turned away, deliberately wiggling her basically naked tush. Next, she fished out an old cheerleading skirt, a tight, largely shear blouse, and her magic nipple bra. She lay these on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that John was watching intently - but from here on out, she'd keep her word and not look his way. Remembering that he'd been turned on when he'd seen that both she (in the AM) and Mom (moments ago), had gone commando she never even paused at her panty drawer.

To get things started, she first stripped off her tiny bikini top and bottom, then cupped her tits and gave each stiff nipple a good, long tug. Oh, this is going to be fun! John was slowly stroking his dick, reminding himself that the real show had not even started. He'd need to watch his explosion threshold carefully - very carefully.

Kelli scooped up the clothes and hurried to the bathroom, her boobs jiggling wildly, stiff nipples throbbing, but focusing her gaze on the bathroom door, not on her hot brother. Her bathroom was right off her bedroom and on the outer wall of the house, so John had a great view of her tits, nips, and pussy as she hurried by. John stroked faster.

Kelli laid her clothes down and checked herself out in the mirror. She was beside herself with excitement! She had never (at least to her certain knowledge) been watched while she masturbated, and while showing off for John outside had been awesome, this charade was taking it to another level. As she examined her nipples, she was amazed to see that even the breast flesh outside her areolas was crinkling up, such was her level of excitement.

She lifted her breasts while pinching her nipples, but, as exciting as it always was for her to watch her own nipple play, she was anxious to get to the main event. "Are you ready, nips?" she whispered, "It's show time!"

She started with the nipple bra. As she fitted her boobs into the now somewhat tight bra (might she now be a DD?), she made sure that her right nipple was perfectly aligned with the hole in the cup. She pulled on it hard, forcing a good part of her areola through as well. God, was she getting wet. And yes, her upper boobs were definitely pushing over the tops of the cups. DD it must be.

She pulled the short skirt up over her bare tush, then quickly donned the blouse, buttoning it up all the way. She gave her nipple a quick rub, then had to control her pace as she walked back into the bedroom.

As luck would have it [hey, it's my story!], Kelli's mirrored closet doors extended to the outside wall of the house, right next to the window. Kelli paused as she neared the window to appraise her full length reflection. John began slowly stroking again.

She rose up on one toe and gave herself a twirl as she swiveled her head to watch her reflection. The short skirt performed as she had hoped, flaring out to show off her naked tush and glistening pussy. John inhaled deeply and paused the action on his dick. He did love knowing she was commando!

"Oh, that was fun, but I want to see my pussy all the time," Kelli said in a normal voice - a voice that easily escaped through the window to John's wondering ears. John thought that maybe the skirt was already coming off, but instead, Kelli pulled the waistband up to her belly button, easily revealing her very feminine lady parts and the lower half of the well rounded cheeks of her ass. "Much better," Kelli intoned, giving her clit a quick rub.

A muffled, "Unnh" reached her through the screen as John reached a threshold he had to carefully back away from; his right hand was momentarily stilled. Kelli smiled, though John would never have noticed.

"But you know, this skirt is just too high up on my belly." With that, Kelli pulled the skirt back down to her hip bones, then carefully rolled up the bottom and folded it under the waist band. "Ohhh, now that's much better!" she enthused, turning left and right to admire the reflected image of her now fully naked ass and very moist pussy. John, of course, was getting visual whiplash as his eyes darted from vision in the mirror to that presented in real life through the window. His sister was sooo hot!

"But now, I need to remember my English class and how I escaped the boredom of those tedious lectures," she murmured, just loud enough for John to hear. With that, Kelli stared into the mirror and very slowly undid two button on her blouse - the ones just above and just below her boobs. The top button stayed done.

Kelli was pleased to note that the sun was now on the pool side of the house; also, it was low enough in the sky that it came slashing in just above boob level. She (and John) was really going to enjoy this.

Pulling open the gap in her blouse and pulling the fabric away from her body, she looked in from the side and spied her right nipple, stiff as can be, pointing out of the hole in the nipple bra. With just a bit of rotation or her torso, the rays of the sun found her nip. Another intake of breath from outside.

"Oh, there you are, my precious nip! I've waited the whole school day to be truly alone with you. Except, of course, for the 29 other drudges in this English class." With that, Kelli slid four fingers into the gap and looked back in the mirror. Knowing that John could no longer see the action, she narrated for him.

"Remember, my precious nipple, we start slow. First, the bare flesh of my lower rib cage. Ah, there's the underwire, that means, yes, the base of my mammoth boob starts there, going straight out. Oh, it is sooo big! Remember, Kelli, eyes on the teacher.

"Oh - now I've got all four fingers massaging my warm, firm underboob, and still, my nipple is further out!" Another muffled intake of air as John once again fought for control.

"Oh, is Agnes turning around to look at me? Must keep quiet. Quick eye contact with her, then back to teacher. Ah, alone with my bosom and my nipple-in-waiting again. Don't get nervous, my precious nip, I'll get to you. But first, I need to massage my glorious boob! It is so soft, but firm and heavy at the same time. This bra is so silky - almost as pleasant to touch as my bare breast. And you know how I love to play with my big, wobbly naked bosoms!

"Oh - what is that? Is that the edge of the opening where you've been waiting? I bet you're very stiff, aren't you? And once I touch you, my precious nipple, you're going to make me come, just like yesterday. And the day before that. And - oh, I just love how you make my pussy so wet - and I haven't even touched you yet! But I can feel you throbbing in anticipation. A delicious private nipple orgasm - in English class! - and no one in the world but you and me to know, my precious nip."

The fact that John was no more than three feet away had nearly caused Kelli to lose focus and just jump to her ragingly hard nipple. But the buildup paid off when her index finger finally did reach her nipple.

"Okay, here we go - finger to the nipple and ... Oh, oh my god! My precious nipple - you're making me come so hard! This is so hot! Ohhhh... Mmmm ...Dang!" Kelli exclaimed, forgetting completely to script her commentary. With her knees buckling, she staggered back to the bed and sat down as one of her most powerful nipple orgasms yet swept over her. John felt spasms welling in his prick, and uttered his own low moan, barely managing to hold back.

Despite the power of her nipple orgasm, Kelli regained her sense of purpose (tormenting John) and managed to stagger to the side of the bed facing the window. With her legs slightly splayed, John had a front row seat, with a view up Kelli's glistening pussy, passed the rolled up skirt, to the underside of her tight, translucent blouse. When Kelli got some control back, she pulled the blouse down slightly, and sure enough, John was able to make out her stiff right nipple poking through the material. Her boobs rose and fell in pace with Kelli's rapid breathing. He saw her lift up one finger on her right hand to signal her first nipple orgasm.

When she was able to stand again, she did a little turn in front of the mirror. Pussy juice was running down her legs. "Oh, you are such an amazing nip, my precious! Another private orgasm in English class, and such a strong one! Do you think you could give me another? You do? Alright, then.

"Let's keep going with one finger," Kelli said, "but I'm going to use my other three to massage my warm, pliant boob while I get ready. Alright ... ohhh," said Kelli, as she clenched her thighs together and felt a mini-orgasm triggered by the resumption of finger to nipple contact. "You naughty girl, you need to give me some more time." Kelli lifted two fingers this time.

John watched in disbelief. He could not comprehend how this day was going - there were so many firsts! First, the underboob and nipple flashes in the den, Kelli's nips coming into view as she wet her suit, the feeling of having his stiff rod slide soooo easily into his sister's well lubricated pussy, feeling her boobs, then licking and nipping at her nipples, the way Kelli had casually talked to their Mom all the while caressing his stiff dick with her pussy muscles, watching Mom's nipple orgasm through the window while he and Kelli came so amazingly hard right outside, the seeming "battle of the nips" as the two women vied for his attention at the table (he would have to ponder what his Mom's intentions were - but later), and now this - watching and listening to his sister as she gave herself nipple orgasms while he "spied" through her window. Amazing!

"Um ... okay, back in class, back in control, mostly. Now, I'm going for the delayed, one-finger nipple orgasm. Oh, you are so stiff! But my finger is stronger. I'm going to bend you down until you pop up on the other side ... ohhh, you've got me so hot! Me and my precious nip, just a layer of cloth between you and this English class, while I ride my index finger back up over you. You feel sooo good on my finger tip. Unhhh! When you pop free from under my finger, I can feel the end of you rub the side of my finger." From outside, John continued to rub his rigid tool, moaning softly himself and fighting for control.

"Oh, you are so impatient, my precious nipple. You want it now? Well, why not? No one's looking. I'm going to flick you up and down, my nip, faster and faster. You like that, don't you? Oh, my glorious nipple, you are so stiff! You're making my pussy get all damp, you know. Alright, faster ... faster ... faster ... Oh, my god! Mmmmmmm ... You naughty nipple, you nearly made me fall over!" Kelly held up three fingers while John only just managed to hold on, once more.

"What's that, right nipple? I think I hear my left nip calling me; seems it's jealous of you getting all of the attention. Shall we let her free, too, right nipple? Oh, good, I was hoping you'd agree. Guess it's time to take off this bra." With that, Kelli pulled off the famous Flashdance maneuver, first undoing the snaps of her bra, then slipping the shoulder straps out of her sleeves and over her wrists, then reaching up under her blouse to slip the deflated garment out from under.

John had never seen anything like it. "Holy crap - that was amazing," he muttered under his breath - but just loud enough for Kelli to hear, causing her to smile.

Inside, Kelli proceeded with her narration. "Oh, that's so much better! Shall we shake out the creases, girls?" With that, Kelli turned a bit toward the window and gave her now cupless D (DD?) cup tits a shake. "Oh, that does feel nice, letting my girls move free. How are you now, left nipple? Getting nice and stiff after rubbing against my blouse? I'm not sure I believe you - let's get a better look."

With that, Kelli pulled her blouse down so it was tight - but not too tight - against her swelling bosoms. Getting the light just right, she went on, "Well, I guess you are tenting out this flimsy blouse. Oh, and I can see your color showing through just fine. And I bet you're just ready and waiting to give me your own nipple orgasm. Am I right, left nip?

"Alright, then, let's see how sensitive you are through the blouse." With that, Kelli pulled the blouse down with her left hand so that her throbbing nubbin could be seen tenting the cloth. "Oh, you look so ready for loving! Here, let's rub you around a bit. Mmmm, that does feel nice. But I do love to see you and touch you with my finger directly. It's a good thing we're in the restroom now so I can unbutton this blouse!"

Kelli's fingers flew down the length of the closure, then she pulled the fabric back to again reveal her naked tits to John's hungry eyes, which were immediately riveted to the very stiff nipples now on display.

"Oh, I'm so glad we're alone, with no one knowing how I'm going to play with you, left nipple, until I come again. Oh, bosom, you are so full and soft - and your tip is so hard and crinkled! Let's just pull out on that nipple until it slips away. I do love to watch my fingers tugging you out ... and out ... and ... Ohhhhhh, damn! That didn't take long!" Kelli exclaimed as the nipple slipped from her grasp; she held up four fingers and clenched her legs together.

John didn't really need the narration, since he could see both boobs and their stiff nipples, but he found that it added to the eroticism of the experience, to hear Kelli talking to her nips. He sucked in his breath as he felt the contractions in his dick, a huge load of sperm begging for full release. He fended them off again.

"What's that, nipples? You want to tease Mr. Gordon? Well, he is pretty hot for a 30 something. A downblouse flash? And maybe upblouse, too? Well, it's a good thing I brought this oversized blouse along isn't it?" Kelli shrugged off the button up blouse, then cupped her now fully naked tits while pinching both nipples - hard. "Ohhhh ... dang, you made me come again just planning this next tease!" Five fingers.

"Alright, now where is that blouse for Mr. Gordon," Kelli whispered, rummaging through her drawers, boobs swaying to and fro. John loved it when one or both nipples lined up in silhouette. "Ah - here we go." As Kelli slipped it over her head, her boobs lifting as she raised her arms, John began to salivate at the possibilities. First, it was sleeveless, and the armholes were cut nearly to her waist. Next, the scoop neck was cut deep and wide. Beyond that, the lower edge of the blouse only just barely reached past her pussy. And lastly, when Kelli pulled out the bottom edge (coincidentally revealing the side of Kelli's left boob nearly to her nipple), it was clear that there was a lot of excess fabric.





"Oh, Mr. Gordon, it's so nice of you to see me after school. And I do hope you like what you see!" Kelli intoned as she put her arms on the edge of a chair she had moved in front of the full length mirror. She then leaned forward, causing the whole front of the blouse to billow out and down.

John could now see both of her boobs through the armhole, nipples and all, as they hung down in dramatic fashion away from her body. His eyes traced the deep, round curves of her under boobs - so delicious! - then the upper portion of her left tit (the upper slope of her right boob was hidden), and then the gentle rise or her areolas, in perfect profile, capped with those awesomely stiff nipples. God, she has amazing tits, John thought, and I love that I can see both nipples at once, perched right at the ends of her boobs!

With a quick glance in the mirror, Kelli adjusted her position slightly so that she was looking at John directly in the mirror. "Can you see down my blouse, Mr. Gordon?" Kelli asked, then paused. "I need to know, Mr. Gordon - can you see my double D tits down this big, scoop neck? ... I didn't hear that, Mr. G - can you see my big, swollen tits and my aching nipples?"

John finally caught on, checked out the view in the mirror, and, clearing his throat, managed, "Why yes, Miss Kelli, I can see both of you breasts, all the way to your nipples. They are quite stiff, I must say." John continued a slow and careful massage of his dick; he was counting on spewing his seed deep in his sister cunt, but he was so on edge that he had to be really careful to not erupt on the wall under her window. Again.

"Why, thank you, Mr. Gordon. I do like it when my nipples are stiff. But see, I've been wondering, since you're the science teacher - is there a way to measure how big my boobs get when I'm excited like this? They feel so swollen. Well, of course my nipples are erect - but do my boobs actually engorge as well?"

"Well, let's see, I need a moment to consider ... how to measure the volume of your breasts," John managed, while trying to think of something other than how much he was enjoying just looking at Kelli's dangling boobs. After a moment, he managed, "Now, if your boobs weren't so wonderfully large, I might have tired sucking them into my mouth which is very finely calibrated to evaluating boobs up to a B cup, but that is clearly out of the question. Yes, your boobs are much too big for that, although, it might be worth a try. Then there are methods such as water displacement, of course, but that gets a bit messy, then I suppose there would be three D imaging, ..."

"That's okay, Mr. G., I guess I can just trust how they feel. Yes, let's try that. Do my boobs feel fuller to me? I'll just reach up from underneath and ..." John watched in the mirror as two hands appeared from under the wide opening at the base of Kelli's blouse. It was quite erotic, looking down his sister's blouse and seeing her delicate but strangely disembodied hands reaching up toward those magnificent mammaries.

Then John remembered that, in addition to the mirror, he could look at Kelli's tits through the armhole as well. It billowed widely, and, with Kelli's shift in position he could no longer see her right boob through the armhole, but he still had a good view of Kelli's left tit, its very stiff nipple, and her left arm moving up from the bottom of the blouse. John's eyes flitted back and forth from the mirror to straight line of sight while his right hand kept up the slow, steady massage of his bursting cock.

As he watched, Kelli's hands closed on the undersides of her boobs, lifting them and pushing them together. "Mmmm - my breasts certainly do feel large and firm, and maybe larger than when I'm not aroused. Then again, I only have to think of touching my boobs and my nips come to attention and my breasts seem to swell. I do so love to touch my big swollen tits while you watch me, Mr. G., and ... Oh! Ungghh... I'm sorry, Mr. G. ... I, uh ... I guess I touched my nipples by mistake, and those naughty nips just shot some electricity straight to my brain and my quivering pussy muscles. I do so love touching my nipples, Mr. G., I hope you don't mind." Kelli kept on kneading her stiff nubbins as her nipple orgasm slowly waned. She did not bother signaling, but that was nipple orgasm six.

John, who had sucked in his breath and fought off his own orgasm one more time, slowly managed to reply, "No, no, Miss Kelli. This a fascinating study in human anatomy and the physiology of arousal. Please, please, feel free to continue touching your nipples. And if you have another nipple orgasm, well, I guess that's two more data points!" Kelli obliged. Her nips just never got enough!

Finally, after another nipple-induced convulsion, Kelli straightened up and held up seven fingers. John, once again slowly stroking his dick, wondered what might come next - hoping it wasn't him just yet. Was she really going to go for 10? Could he last that long?

As if in at least partial answer, Kelli started down a new avenue. "You know, Mr. G., I've had this itchy spot on my chest. It might be on my rib cage, but with my boobs as big as they are, I have trouble seeing it. Do you think you could tell me what it is?"

After a brief pause while John reminded himself of his role, he replied, "Well, certainly, Miss Kelli, let's see what's going on."

What followed is what John would later learn was called a "titty drop." Kelli grabbed the bottom of the shirt, then held it tight to her tummy, quickly raising it to the underside of her boobs. "You see, Mr. G, my breasts are just so big that I can't see my rib cage below my tits. I think the spot is under my left boob. Do you see anything?"

"Um ... well, no, Miss Kelli, just a very taught set of abs," John replied.

"Okay, well maybe it's a little higher." With that, Kelli raised the hem of the shirt higher still, starting to expose her vast expanse of her underboobage. But by keeping the shirt taught, she managed to raise her boobs higher and higher while exposing only more and more of the underside of her tits. "Anything now?"

"Well, I must say, that's a lot of underboob, but I don't see anything other than the swell of your very full breasts. Are they still feeling engorged? Are your nipples still stiff? I can't see them quite yet," John questioned.

"Oh, my word, yes, Mr. G.! My boobs feel very swollen and my nipples are about to burst. But let me pull this blouse up a little higher. I do want your opinion," Kelli intoned dreamily.

"Ah, well there's - um, no, it appears that I'm now seeing the lower half of your areolas; and I must say, they do appear to be wrinkled up. Is that normal for you?"

"Well, Mr. G., I must admit that I do love playing with my nipples, and I have noticed that when my precious nips are very, very stiff, like they are now, my areolas do crinkle as well. So, I guess that's normal. Well, normal for a girl in love with her nipples, anyway! Maybe I should pull this shirt up a bit more ..." And with that, Kelli's boobs tumbled out of the shirt, and, with her nipples, as reference points, dropped several inches and bounced three or four times. But in the boob-release process, the fabric had rubbed hard across Kelli's nipples as her boobs slipped down, and Kelli convulsed with yet another nipple orgasm!

"Ohhhh... Mr. G.! My nipples just set me off again! Silly me! I guess the itch was actually right here, in my nipples - imagine that!" Kelli raised eight fingers, then cupped her now naked breasts, jiggling them and pushing her luscious pillows together as the ends of her fingers tweaked her stiff nubbins.

John sucked in his breath, narrowly escaping spilling his seed and whispered, out of character, "That was amazing!"

"You liked that, Mr. G.? Me too. But, while I wanted to play with my nipples for you some more, and maybe let you look up my blouse at my big, hanging titties, I think I really want you to send in - John - now! I need him to fill up my pussy, which is very, very wet but feeling too empty. Could you do that for me?"

"Right away, Miss, Kelli!" replied John, making a dash for the door, his magic wand waving wildly.

When John burst into Kelli's room, he paused for a moment to take in the scene. Kelli was flat on her bed, legs spread, her dripping pussy staring at him, and eyes glazed over as she cupped her oversized boobs and played with her stiff nipples. "I can't wait any longer, John, let me have that big tool of yours back in my pussy where it belongs!"

But the sight of his sister displaying her pussy and playing with erect nipples nearly had John fountaining on Kelli's belly before he even reached the edge of the bed. He breathed in sharply, then panted for a few seconds while frozen in place, barely able to keep watching Kelli's nipple massage. But he managed.

"God, Kelli, I so loved watching you through the window as you gave yourself nipple orgasm after nipple orgasm, and you look even hotter now - but I think I'll probably come in two seconds if I start to fuck you. Maybe we could wait for a bit. How about I kiss your boobs and nipples some more - I barely had any time in the pool."

"Well, I don't expect that kissing my nipples will calm you down at all, but I was counting on you loving my boobs one way or the other, so have at 'em."

John lay down on his side next to his sister with his head at boob level. Kelli, in turn, rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her right arm. "You know, you are a very handsome dude, lover boy," she said with a smile.

"And you are the hottest sister I can imagine having!" John replied. There, in John's face, were the mammoth bulges of Kelli's tits, cleavage running from near her chin down close to the end of her rib cage. And her areolas and protruding nipples were like magnets, pulling him in. John moved his hands up to cradle Kelli's pillowy mounds, squeezing her breasts gently as his face was drawn into the center of her swelling boobage.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to bury my head in your bosoms," John whispered as he dove into Kelli's cleavage, reveling in the soft fullness of those fleshy mounds as they brushed against his cheeks. "I've been drooling over these big tits of yours for a long, long time."

"I guess I just needed to dump that dick Dick to see the opportunities right under my own roof," Kelli sighed, reaching down to touch John's rigid, pulsing member.

"Better lay off, Sis, or this will be over far too soon," John managed from within the folds of Kelli's bosoms before starting to kiss, lick, and nibble her succulent breast flesh in earnest.

"If you insist," Kelli sighed, moving her left hand instead to her own love button, giving it a slow massage.

John was savoring the moment, working his way from the middle of Kelli's delightfully suffocating cleavage down and out until he could breathe free again while moving his ministrations to the underside of Kelli's left tit.

"Ohhhh, that feels soo good John. And you never touched another girl's bare tits before mine?"

"Nnnpp" John managed, not wanting to lose a moment of mouth to boob contact.

"Well, I guess you've got good instincts. I can't wait to see what you do with my nipple. Or rather, my nipples - I do hope they get equal treatment!"

"Cownonid" emerged from around John's tongue, which continue to swirl around the base of Kelli's left breast in between kisses and gentle nips with his teeth. John was in heaven!

With a flash of inspiration, John whispered, "Are you ready for me to love up you nipples, Sis?"

"Oh, far more than ready! I feel like my body is a powder keg, with twin fuses at the end of my bosoms!," Kelli replied as she stared down at John's eyes, framed as they were between bountiful curves of her tits and the twin pillars of her throbbing nipples.

"Alright, but I had an idea. Close your eyes for a few minutes, okay?"

"But I like watching what you're doing to my big boobs," Kelli mock protested.

"Trust me - I think you'll like it."

"As you wish, Master," Kelli sighed, shutting off the erotic vision of John's tongue, which was now circling just below the edge of her left areola.

With that, John pulled his head back an inch, took a deep breath, positioned his wide open mouth just millimeters from Kelli's left nipple, and slowly exhaled. With one of her senses, sight, removed from the equation, Kelli's mind had been focusing solely on the impulses coming from the skin on her breasts and nipples (and, of course, from the slow clit-rub that she had kept up). She had been expecting a nipple kiss, a lick, even a gentle bite - but not this hot, wet breeze on her anxious nipple. The surprise and her concentration on touch served to magnify the effect beyond what she could have imagined.

Kelli's eyes flew open and she cried out, "Oh, my god! Unnnggghh! Ohhhh - wow! You just gave me a nipple orgasm without even touching my nipple!" But Kelli, who had been waiting far too long to feel John's mouth on her aching nipple, gave up her clit massage to pull John's head forcefully down on her left nipple. "Suck my nipple, John! Oh, yes! Right. Suck my nipple, suck my nip harder ... mmm. Keep them coming, lover boy, keep those nipple orgasms coming! That's right, more of that!" Kelli, now convinced that John would not leave her hungry nip, went back to rubbing her clit.

The "more of that" that Kelli had requested was sucking Kelli's nipple in between his slightly parted teeth, giving the edges of her nipple a light scraping, then holding the suction while he rubbed the end of her nipple frantically with his tongue. Then he used his tongue to push her nip back out so that only his lips were holding on to her nipple, then he repeated the nipple suction. Kelli was right. His dick was not calming down, but he preferred staying high and untouched; he had doubts about penetrating her and lasting more than two seconds in her wet, clinging, convulsing cunt. But so long as he got to continue loving his sister's nipples he was happy and hard.

Speaking of nipples in the plural, John realized that, in his oral fixation on Kelli's left nipple, he had been neglecting her right nip - and the chance to more fully appreciate bosom time himself. With that, he shifted his left hand a bit, bringing it up a tad higher on Kelli's right boob, then he began searching with his finger tips to find that precious nubbin.

Kelli had closed her eyes again, wondering if the air brush-nipple orgasm had been a fluke. Then, like a blind person whose other senses are heightened, she started to let her mind focus on the sounds of John nibbling and licking, on the signals bombarding her brain from the hordes of receptors in her left nipple, even the smell of John's sweat and the chlorine in his hair and, for sure, her own secretions. It was hot!

And then there was her brother's left hand. It had been silent for a while, but, trying to divide her attention, she focused some extra brain power on his search for her other nipple. She thought about giving directions, but instead waited, with her heart pounding and her breath coming hotter and heavier, her breasts rising and falling to that tempo, for her right nipple to be found.

And find the nipple, John did. And that just when he was sucking her other nipple even harder in between his teeth, redoubling the tongue lashing that the end of her nip was getting.

"Uunnggh! ... Oh, John! Amazing! Please don't stop! Oh, that's sooo good! I'm losing track - is that nine or ten now?"

But as much as John was loving the feel of Kelli's turgid nipple in his mouth, he yearned for the visual as well. He released her nipple and pulled his head back to take in the view of her swollen boobs and stiff nipples - the right nip firmly in the grasp of his fingers, the left dripping his saliva and a twisted beet red. Her breast flesh itself, those two round orbs, were piled one on top of the other, with miles of cleavage where they met.

"John! Why did you stop sucking my nipple?" Kelli complained.

"I just had to get another look at your big boobs, Sis. Looking through the window at your tits was beautiful, but now, your boobs just fill my world. I love it!"

"I'm glad you love to look, but let's get back to the nipple sucking, lover boy!"

"Okay ... but let me try this first," he replied. After the last experiment, Kelli did not protest in the least.

With that, he grasped his sister's boobs from their outside edges and twisted her two nipples toward each other. He wanted to rub the two nipples together, but her tits were so big and firm that he failed at the first attempt, her nipples still an inch apart.

He moved his hands for a better grip, then tried again. "John, that hurts a bit, what are you ... Oooohhhh ... don't stop, don't stop," Kelli cried through another nipple orgasm as her nips finally tweaked each other, one pylon of nipple battling the other nip as John rubbed the tips back and forth against each other. Then, with both nipples still in contact, John dove back in, sucking both of Kelli's magic buttons into his mouth at the same time, warm soft boob flesh caressing his cheeks.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Kelli whimpered as she came even harder than before, her fingers frantically rubbing her sodden clit. "I need you inside me, John - I need you now!"

"Alright, but I have to say that watching you have all of these nipple orgasms has kept me right on the edge of coming myself. I've been twitching every time your nips get you off."

"That's kind of hot!" Kelli interrupted.

"Well, knowing that what I've been doing to your nipples," John said, as he restarted a nipple massage with both hand, "brings you that high, raises me up as well ... as it were," he finished with a smile.

"Well, regardless, I need to feel that hot dick of yours inside me, and I mean now," Kelli demanded, rolling onto her back.

"Alright, Sis, but just don't go crazy right off," John said as he positioned himself over his panting sister. She had taken over rubbing her nipples while John straightened his arms on either side of her. John confirmed once again that he loved, really loved to watch his sister play with the stiff nipples at the end of her bulging boobs.

Kelli abandoned her left nipple to guide her brother to the sopping entrance of her love canal. Slowly, he easily slid his entire, rigid length into her very wet pussy. Kelli, despite her promise, started to rock her hips, reveling in the feeling of fullness her brother's long, fat cock was giving her vagina. "Oh, you feel so big," she gushed as both hands roughly worked her rock hard nipples.

"S ... Stop, Sis, I ... I won't last a minute if you ... oh ... if you keep that up," John protested, his eyes darting from the nipple play below him to the look of pure lust on Kelli's face.

"But I don't want to stop," Kellie protested, continuing to ravage her nipples. John winced with every contraction of his sister's pussy muscles as they clamped down on his aching tool. He wanted to come so badly. But not as much as he wanted to feel himself insider her, to watch her playing with her nipples, to kiss her nips some more himself, for a longer time. Hopefully, a much longer time.

"Please, Sis ..."

Kelli managed to control her hips, which had been on autopilot, but implored, "Alright, Lover Boy, but if I'm going to stop working my hips, you'd better get down here and start kissing my nipples again!"

"Deal," John said in a microsecond. He dropped to his left elbow and greedily sucked his sister's right nipple fully into his mouth, along with a decidedly small fraction of her ample boob, try though he might to engulf more. With his right hand, he cupped the underside of her plentiful right breast, marveling at its firm softness as he molded it, pushing the wondrous tit upward until his fingers found her nipple. John pressed her right nipple into the roof of his mouth, working his tongue against the firm pillar of turgid flesh.





"Oh, god, John ... don't stop ... don't stop ... mmmmm, you are so good to my nipples!" Meanwhile, Kelli was trying to work her right hand between their two hips to try to work her clit. And she was rocking her hips again.

"What are you ...? N...No, Kelli ... Oh god ...That's ... that's too much, Sis." With that, he lifted his chest back up for another look at his lust-crazed sister. "Okay, tell you what - I'll rock your hips for a bit if you let me watch your tits some more. No, hands off the nipples. I just want a minute to watch. Thanks, Sis." Puzzled, Kelli reluctantly abandoned her nipples - but he had not disappointed her yet.

With that, John lifted Kelli's knees up and wide, then pressed his hips hard into his sister's rump, giving her all the dick he could muster. "Just hold still," he implored as his eyes locked on Kelli's bulging boobs. Then he started a rocking motion by thrusting with his thigh muscle, pushing Kelli's body toward the head of the bed, then releasing the tension in his legs so she slid back a bit. His dick remained deeply imbedded in his sister's pussy; the lack of in and out motion helped John hold on.

The exercise had the desired effect. Kelli's boobs, unrestrained by either pair of hands, began to rock up and down, waves of breast flesh rising and falling with each thrust, knotted nipples riding up and down as the crest passed through the succulent flesh below. Then John increased the frequency of his thrusts, and Kelli's boobs transitioned into a circular motion, rising together as they nearly slapped in the middle, then falling out to the side, and back to the middle to complete the circuit. Amazing!

"God, that's good, lover boy!" Kelli commented, as her pussy muscles contracted in their own waves of pleasure.

But those words and the feelings from his dick took John up another level, and the urgency in his balls was almost to the critical point. He stopped cold, closed his eyes from the erotic display of still gyrating boobs and pebbled nipples, and sucked in his breath to get back his control.

In a flash, Kelli was back to twisting and tugging on her nipples. When John opened his eyes moments later, she cooed, "how about sucking on these nips again, big boy?"

But John had yet another idea. "I promise to lick your stiff nipples some more Sis, but I do so love watching you get off on your nips, too. Look, how about I sit on the edge of the bed, you sit on me, and then we can both watch in the mirror while I hold your boobs and play with your nipples? But no hip motion, okay? Then maybe I'll last a bit longer."

At the thought, Kelli pulled out hard on her nips and clamped down harder on her brother rigid dick. "I think ... oh ... I think I can work with that," she managed, while John sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, barely evading spewing his seed in his sister's hot womb. "Just hurry," she said, as John withdrew his very slick prick from her clinging pussy, "I want to feel you inside me again, and fast."

In moments, John was at the edge of the bed, his big, wet, fat dick pointing skyward. "Slow and easy on the mount, Sis," he implored as Kelli maneuvered herself to slide down his shaft.

"Oh, I do love the way you fill me up!" she cooed, as John felt her wetness covering his inner thighs. Not waiting for John, she immediately brought her hands to her boobs, grasping those orbs firmly even before her tits had stopped wobbling from her movements, then quickly went to work on her nipples.

"Hey, that's my job," John protested with a mocking chuckle as he moved his big hands to cover those of his sister's.

"Oh, yes, that's nice," Kelli relented, removing her hands and letting them rest on John's thighs. Both siblings watched in the mirror, just three feet away, at the sight of Kelli's naked body, her two shapely legs spread wide over John's own legs, the view of her pussy, filled as it was with hard, twitching dick, but mostly obscured by John's tight balls (an incongruous sight, they both thought - balls where her pussy should be!), and John's hands, cupping his sister's double D tits and twisting her nipples. Kelli was trying, she really was, but her pussy was in an almost constant state of clamping down on and then releasing the rigid and willing captor within its walls.

"Ease up a bit, Sis," John implored, "oh ... god you are so hot. I love watching your boobs, and these amazing nipples, but your face takes me up even one more level."

"I'm trying, but ... mmmm ... why did it take us so long to find each other? You've had more good ideas than that dick Dick had in three months. Plus you seem to care a lot more about what I want than he ever did. Slam, bam, thank you Mam and see you next time was his method."

John was sucking in his breath and closing his eyes once again for control once again, but finally managed, "Hey, you're a woman - your own person - and I do care about you. You're my sister." He was now pulling Kelli's superb boobs up by the nipples, then watching them bounce when they slipped through his fingers. Kelli clamped down on him each time. John was relishing living on the edge.

After a few moments, he had yet another idea. "Sis, do you think I could kiss one of your nipples again? You know, if you put your arm around my neck and twist to the side a bit?"

Kelli quickly got the idea, and, with a bit of pulling on her right boob, John was indeed able to just barely tongue Kelli's turgid nipple. "Mmmmm ... that feels sooo good. But, no offense, lover boy, I think I may have an even better idea. For as much as I love having you play with and suck my nipples, I don't really feel like I'm getting the full measure of your manhood inside me. And I think I want that even more. How about if you lay back, so your lower back is flat on the bed? Then I can feel all of you?"

"But then I couldn't touch your boobs and nipples!"

"That's alright, I'll give my boobs and nipples plenty of attention. Count on it! Just look at it this way. Half an hour ago, you were outside my window watching my play with my boobs and nipples, and all you had was your right hand. This way, you can watch me playing with my nips from a lot closer, plus I'll be massaging your hot dick with my pussy."

"Well, when you put it that way ..."

John lay back, resting his weight on his right elbow and twisting a bit to see his sister's swollen tits and nipples in the mirror, and this time it was Kelli sucking in her breath as John's tool plunged ever deeper into her womb. She was already twisting her nipples madly. "You feel so good," she said, as more juices oozed out of her, coating John's balls.

"Yes, play with your tits for me, pull on your nipples. I do love being a voyeur, whether you're aware of my watching your nipple play or not, but, girl, this is amazing! Just ... oh ... hold still as best you can. No rocking, no bouncing. But just don't stop playing with your nipples. I could watch you play with your nipples all day."

"Oh, you can count on my nipples getting lots of attention. And you're right, playing with my nips, and feeling your big dick inside me and knowing that you're watching me masturbate my nipples is beyond erotic."

Kelli went from twisting her nipples to rolling her nips in circles to running her spread fingers up and down over her pebbled nubbins, watching intently as her nipples popped up from underneath each finger. "God, you are so hot, Sis," John murmured. She checked in the mirror to see her own hot body, swollen breasts rising and falling ever more rapidly, nipples tight as could be - and then the hungry, adoring expression on her brother's face as she kept up the nipple play.

She was trying to keep her pussy still, as John had asked, and she did so love being filled with his big, hot, dick, but her pussy muscles were beyond her control. She knew that when it happened, this orgasm would count as one for the ages!

After a bit, she had another idea and asked, "How about just a few little twists of my torso?" Although she had asked, she did not wait for an answer - she was too hot. Holding her hands so that they just barely contacted her aching nipples, she gently rocked her boobs left and right, letting the stiff nips trace shooting arcs or eroticism across her palms. Kelli did so love her sensitive nipples!

"Oh, god ... that is too hot, and you're twisting around on ... on my ... st ... stop, Kelli ..." John grunted.

"Okay, how about a nipple titty drop or two?" she asked.

"Say what? Whatever. Sh .. sure," John managed.

Kelli quickly grasped her nipples firmly with both finger, then used her nips to lift her boobs straight up. She looked in the mirror and caught John's fevered expression as he took in the expanse of underboob this revealed. "Ready, John?" she asked.

"Give me a sec," he replied, as a preemptory wave of pussy contractions was answered by a few spasms from his dick. There must be a "loving spoonful" of precum alone already deep in his sister's hot womb. "Alright," he said after a bit.

With that, Kelli pulled up a little harder, and finally lost her grasp on her nipples, which slipped through her finger tips with electric force, tormenting her gushing pussy once again. Her boobs dropped, throbbing nipples tracing a downward arc in the mirror while the cushions of breast flesh bobbed down onto her rib cage, then rebounded for an extra couple of bounces.

John only managed to watch the first boob bounce, after which he closed his eyes, fighting to control his pent up fluids. The sight of Kelli's big boobs falling, stiff nipples staring at him while her pussy convulsed around his sopping manhood was nearly all he could take.

Kelli, also reeling from the erotics of the situation, decided that it was time. She waited until she saw John's eyes open, then announced, "Watch me, John, and don't close your eyes this time. This is it." John's mind couldn't decode what "it" might be at first, but he soon found out.

With that, working from her mental checklist, Kelli took her right arm and carefully positioned her bulging right boob in its crook. The nipple bulged out obscenely. She cupped her left boob, bent her head downward, then lifted her tit toward her mouth. Meanwhile, she brought her left arm down to reach for her pussy.

It all happened very fast after that. Kelli swirled her tongue around her rigid nipple, then quickly bent further to suck in her entire nipple, biting it gently while licking the end of the nip frantically with her tongue. Meanwhile, her left hand had found her clit, slick with her juices. As she spread two fingers around it, she pushed down in front of John's aching balls and felt where his massive dick met the entrance to her love canal.

"Ohhhh... god, Kelli," John, grunted, as he bucked against her, doing his best to get even another half inch into her. Poor Kelli didn't know where to focus her attention. There was the heft of her right boob, cradled in her arm. There was her left nipple; throbbing between her lips; there was her clit, getting rubbed by her fingers; and then there was her brother's hard dick, exploding deep, deep into her pussy. She could feel the contractions in her finger tips as well as, in her pussy walls, the pulses of extra engorgement that traveled its length as her brother emptied load after load after load of hot jizz so deep inside her.

But in short order, oxygen became a priority, and she let her left nipple, hard as a pebble and dripping her saliva, slip from between her lips. She quickly recaptured her precious nip with her right hand, though, and pulled it out mercilessly until the slippery nubbin escaped from her fingers, only to repeat the nipple capture-and-release over and over as fast as she could.

"Oh, John, oh, John, keep coming, keep coming ... god, I can feel you pulsating inside me. Ohhhh," she continued as she switched to strumming her nipple with spread fingers before catching her breath enough to pull her poor nipple back into her mouth, frantically laving her nip with her tongue, rubbing her lips over the turgid sides of the nubbin, and not so gently biting down on her nipple. The orgasm seemed to have a life of its own, and mouth-to-nipple resuscitation seemed the trick to prolonging it.

But she finally became aware that John, though still pretty hard inside her, had stopped contracting, and that the rest of his body had gone limp beneath her. Opening her eyes, though, she saw that he was still watching her in the mirror, a huge SEG covering his face. "Girl, you never do get tired of playing with your nipples, do you?"

"Nnn nnn" she managed through closed lips while continuing to lick her succulent nip.

But finally, the release took its toll on her body as well. "Lie down with me, lover boy, but leave that hot dick inside me, okay?"

Since they'd been perched on the end of the bed, it took some maneuvering, but they managed to get to a comfortable spooning position with John, fading somewhat from the concentration needed to move at all, still firmly nestled in his sister's sloppy pussy. He reached around her and managed to get a partial grip on both of her generous boobs, finding and pinching her right nipple with thumb and finger while his other fingers worked their way out her soft underboob to meet and manipulate her left nip.

"Mmmm," she cooed, "You do know what I like. Never leave my nipples alone," she intoned. John felt her pussy contracting around his manhood, which showed some signs of life; but even male youth has its limits.

"I think I feel a nap coming on," he whispered.

"Just keep hold of my nipples and don't pull away, and you'll be fine."

"I'm not sure I'm ever going to leave your nipples alone again. Well, unless I'm watching you play with them," he said with a soft chuckle.

"And I'm not sure I'm ever going to leave your amazing dick alone again, either," she cooed, giving it a purposeful squeeze with her pussy.

But as the words left her lips, but siblings had the same thought: what about Mom? Surely her blatant boob and nipple displays weren't just for her own pleasure? Or were they? Maybe she liked having her breasts and big nips adored? Or was she, too, hungering for John's big dick? The thought brought a few more ccs of blood into said dick, and a slight twitch, which Kelli answered, but neither said a word.





Spying on Mom Ch. 03





John and Kelli love her nipples; Marie & John, finally alone.


All characters in this work of fiction are over 18.

"Watch me play with my nipples, lover boy - I know how much you like seeing my nips get stiff when I pull and twist these hard, hard nubbins. And I really love playing with my nips while you watch. Maybe I'll have a nipple orgasm for you. Did I really say 'maybe?' Count on me having a nipple orgasm! Or two! Oh, you want to suck on my hard, stiff nipples, too? Here you go! Just give both nipples equal time. Oh, and let's watch Mom play with her own nipples, too."

John could feel the firmness of Kelli's nipples - yes, both nips - as he sucked her nipples between his lips and ran his tongue over their sensitive ends. So firm, so delicious! John's dick was hard as a board, very warm, tightly enclosed, and very wet.

"Watch me, too, John," said his Mom, who appeared beside Kelli, her bikini cups pulled up to expose her own stiff nipples. "I want you to watch me play with my hard nipples instead of watching that vixen sister of yours and her big, firm boobs. Don't you like my nipples better? And I love having you watch me play with my nipples at least as much as your sister does."

John did not answer. What can you say when you've got two nipples sucked between your lips and teeth and your tongue is lovingly laving the sensitive ends of those nips? Instead, John just stared (not open mouthed this time) as Mom pulled up on her nipples, raising her gloriously large boobs until the force of gravity acting on her heavy breasts exceeded the traction between fingers and her nipples. John watched as Marie's boobs bobbed down, and then back up, her eyes closed and a groan escaping her open mouth. But then, her breasts kept bouncing and bouncing, just as high and low as the first bounce. And then her boobs were gyrating in circles, the stiff nipples scribing opposing arcs in the air. Meanwhile, John kept licking stiff, succulent nipples. But whose nipples were they?

Wait a minute - it was Kelli's boobs that went in circles as I ground into her hips in her bed. Mom's boobs shouldn't still be gyrating, should they? This must be a dream, John finally realized.

But if this is a dream, I don't want it to stop. But if I get too high, I know I'll wake up instead of having a wet dream. But who cares, this is too hot! John started to thrust his dick into the bed sheets.

What if ...

John was now looking down on Kelli and his Mom, who were lying on their sides, feet pointing in opposite directions, both with their heads lined up with the other woman's boobs. Each woman was sucking on the other's nipples, with boobs pillowing out in breath-taking mounds. Their nipples were so stiff and now very wet, as saliva coated them whenever they backed away to work on the other nip. And all the time, John was licking nipples and holding onto a boob, rubbing yet another nipple. So hot! I don't care if I make a mess in the bed, I want to come! Stiff nipples, big soft boobs, maybe my dick is inside my sister's hot pussy, my Mom's nipples poking out under her bikini, it's been so long since I've come during a hot dream, nipples, nipples, nipples ... I'm so close...

And then, as John predicted, he woke up before he in fact spilled his seed. Dang!

Then, his mind reeled with the incongruities. The fading sun was coming through the window - of his sister's bedroom. And, he did, in fact, have a handful of large, pliant bosom, with a stiff nipple responding to the unconscious nipple rub he'd been applying. And, the warm, clinging slot where his hard, hard dick was lodged, was his hot sister's pussy, not against his sheet! He froze, tensed, and drew in a quick breath, but otherwise did not move.

"Have a nice nap, lover boy?" Kelli purred, bringing her hand up to cover John's grip on her right boob, a move designed to make sure he did not abandon her ever hungry nipple. When John continued to cup her boob and manipulate her nipple, she moved her hand to her other boob, cupping at and playing with her other stiff nipple.

"Um - yeah - with a very hot dream," he mumbled, giving his dick a gentle thrust to confirm that yes, he had napped, and woke up, without ever having his dick leave his sister's pussy empty. What a thrill that realization was! That erotic notion brings him close to coming, once again. "Um - how long have you been awake?"

"Oh, maybe five minutes. I'm guessing that's when your hand started to twitch on my bosom and you started breathing heavy. I helped you find my nipple, and then concentrated on feeling that amazing dick of yours get bigger and bigger as it inflated deeper into my womb, stretching the walls of my pussy as it grew. I tried to imagine what it must look like - you know, if I had X-ray vision. It was hot! But I wanted to see what would happen - would you have a wet dream inside your sister, or would you wake up first? Either way was going to be hot. Were you dreaming about me?" she asked coyly. "You'd better say yes!" she finished, as she thrust back a little more intensely.

"Oh, you do feel amazing! I don't think I'll ever get enough of your stiff nipples," he said, making a play to get both nips in his one hand. Kelli allowed it, shifting her right hand down to her sopping clit. "And yes, you were certainly in my dream."

"... and Mom, too?"

"Truth?"

"Truth. I'm the one you're screwing, but I kind of liked watching her play with her own nipples, too."

"Well, yeah, I was watching both of you play with your nipples while I was sucking on a pair of nipples as well. I think they were yours. Must be, since yours are the only nipples I've ever sucked on!" So far, he thought. One could always hope! He pinched her nipples a bit tighter and thrust a bit deeper.

"Cool. So what was so hot that it made you wake up?"

"Well, I don't know if there is a name for it, but if you two had been doing 69 on each other, but instead of licking your pussies you were licking each other nipples, that would be it. It was so hot I couldn't stand it, and I wanted to come, but ..." he trailed off.

"Whoa - nipple 69 with Mom! I'm not sure at all about being bi, but I can see how that would turn a guy on." She upped the hip action, loving how John's dick filled her up so full on the in thrust.

"Um - Kelli - can you see the clock? I hate to think about being practical, but it must be getting late, Mom could be coming home for dinner, and we ought to, well, clean up at some point."

"Damn, and I was just going to lie here and let you play with my nipples and fill my cunt until the cows came home - or at least until you did!" She glanced at the clock. "But I guess the cows are already home - nearly 7:00. Let's do this!" she said, really putting some energy into her fucking while playing with her clit and rubbing John's dick as it slid in and out of the entrance to her love canal. She knew that was one of his triggers.

"There's always tomorrow," John replied, as he thrust more and more deeply in and then almost fully out, continuing to maul his sister's pebbled nipples.

"Oooohhhh, yes, yes, harder," cried Kelli as she came for - what - the 20th time that day?

"Ungggghhhh," John cried, as he took a huge breath and held most of it while planting another load of hot sperm deep inside his sister, never losing his grip on her sensitive nipples.

Meanwhile, Marie had only barely left the house when she missed a traffic light by seconds. As she fumed about being called away, the breeze from the AC blowing across her stiffening nipples caught her attention. She glanced around - no one in the next lane. With that she fully opened her blouse and brought both hands to her now quite stiff nipples. Wanting to take full advantage of the two minute red, she spread her fingers and rubbed like her nipples like they were guitar picks and her fingers were the strings.

Oh! That was fast, she thought to herself as a mini orgasm shot through her. And me with no panties! Thinking quickly, she grabbed some tissues from under her seat and stuffed them under her pussy lips and somewhat between as well. That should catch my juices, she thought. Her clit got an "incidental" rub before she went back to her nipples. Then the light changed. Oh, well, there would be three or four more between here and the office. She left her nipples out and carefully used just her left hand to slowly stroke first one nipple and then the other nip. It wouldn't be good to lose control along this road due to a full on nipple orgasm!

Once at the office, Marie was relieved that the AC was still, as usual, cranked way too cold. It meant that wearing her jacket through the meeting would not look out of place. Because if she'd had to take it off, her nipples would definitely have looked out of place, perched as her nipples were, just above the cups of her shelf bra, and with only a translucent blouse between her nipples and the crowd of men around the table. Her nipples perked up in anticipation how the evening was likely to go. She hoped that the tissues stuffed between her labia would stay in place. And that there were enough of them!

As the meeting got under way, Marie forced herself to pay attention, giving the critical advice when needed. But when the discussion veered to aspects not in her purview, she only feigned attention, directing her gaze in the general direction of the speaker, but only half hearing his words. Meanwhile, she folded her arms on top of the conference table, leaned in a bit, and slid her hands inside the lapels of her jacket, giving a little shiver, as if to show that she was chilly. In fact, however, the shiver was in response to her fingers coming back into contact with her well-hidden nipples.

Most of the time, as the meeting dragged on, she toyed with her nipples through the blouse, but on occasion, she slid the fingers of her left hand between the gaps in the buttons of her blouse to make direct finger to nipple contact. Oh, she did love playing with her stiff, naked nipples! Part of the time she thought about John's dick, but mostly she just loved up her aching nipples as best she could. But the fact that she was in this very serious meeting with a bunch of very serious men who had no idea that she was very seriously playing with her very stiff nipples really made her hot! Plus no panties, and no one the wiser. The private mini-nipple orgasms washed over her on a regular basis.

They broke for a half hour around 7:30, but it was clear the meeting would not wrap up until 11:00 or later. Marie reluctantly texted the kids to that effect, then she visited the ladies room where she hung up the jacket, opened her blouse, and gazed admiringly at the way her boobs and nipples were displayed on the shelf bra. Now, she could play, in private, with her now truly naked nipples. Enough with suppressed mini-nipple orgasms, time now for a big one!

She still wanted John's cock, but for now, at least she still had her gloriously stiff, ultra-sensitive nipples! She pulled her nipples up and out until they slipped from her fingers, repeating the motion faster and faster. The nipple orgasm overtook her quickly, and she stifled the moan that tried to escape from her lips. She kept rubbing her nipples for some minutes even as she came down from the high. Looking at her watch, though, she reluctantly cleaned up, inserted more tissues into her labia, repositioned her boobs in the shelf bra, gave her nipples one more tweak, and returned to the table with slightly flushed cheeks, hoping no one would notice. No one did. Thankfully, she only needed to pay attention to the speakers a few more times for the remainder of the night; the rest of her attention was devoted to her achingly stiff nipples. She repeated the rest room nipple orgasm drill at the 9:30 break and again before leaving at 11:30. There were times that being the only woman in the firm had its advantages - no risk of an interruption in the ladies room!

As Kelli's breathing began to slow after their last orgasm, the clock read 7:10 when Kelli heard her stomach growl. "Seems likely that we're on our own for now. Are you up for pizza? I am kind of hungry."

"I'm still hungry for your nipples," John replied, noting that Kelli's nips were no longer at full attention. "But yes, let's get pizza."

Kelli called for pizza while John tried to distract her by playing with her nipples, which immediately stiffened back up. Again, she dazzled him with her ability to carry on a conversation at the same time that her nipples were being ravaged. When she hung up, she said, "We've got 20 minutes and no word from Mom yet - guess we'd better shower in our own bathrooms; it wouldn't be good if she walked in while you were fooling around with my boobs. And we both smell too much of sex right now."

"Awww ...," John mock protested. "Just one more nibble of your nipples," he suggested. Kelli relented, and within minutes, his tongue brought her nipples to full attention and quickly to a minor nipple orgasm.

"Quick, to the showers," Kelli finally intoned. Still, she couldn't resist rubbing her nipples one more time during her shower, then giving her pussy a thorough cleaning. A very, very thorough cleaning.

Both of their phones buzzed when they stepped out of their showers. Dropping their towels, they ran naked into the hallway - Kelli with her boobs bobbling and John with his dick lengthening. "She won't be home until midnight!" they both said to each other, lascivious grins crossing their faces as young, taut, bulging naked bodies were scanned by the other. "The pizza guy... Dang, got to put on some clothes," Kelli said, a little crestfallen.

"Ahhh - but what clothes?" John asked, grinning. "Kelli, do you think you could fit into one of Mom's bras?"

"Well, they might be a bit tight, but why ... Ohh, one of her shelf bras!" Kelli exclaimed, her nipples filling in once again. "I like the way you think, brother. And I've got just the top. I hope it's that nerdy kid again - it will be fun to tease him!"

"Better hurry, he'll be here in five."

Boobs swaying and nipples extending as she worked on her plan, Kelli padded into her Mom's bedroom. She found her Mom's bra drawer on the second try and couldn't resist giving her nipples a quick tug - a nipple tug that went straight to her clean pussy, which was already getting damp again. A second, neatly folded shelf bra sat on top. With trembling hands, Kelli slipped it on, glancing in the mirror at her boobs and stiff nipples as she did so. Her tits rested a tad uneasily on the half cups, oozing over the lace on all sides. But that didn't bother Kelli, since the prime objective was to display her naked nipples, which poked out prominently, along with nearly the complete circles of her areolas. Kelli strummed her nipples again - this was going to be fun!

Back in her room, Kelli never even gave a thought to putting on panties. Instead, she simply stepped into her short cheerleading skirt, raising it up her trim waist until she could nearly see her naked pussy in the mirror - just right! Thinking ahead, she slipped a twenty into the inside pocket. Next, she found her lacy pool cover-up and buttoned the bottom three buttons, which served to close the top just to the point of her deep, long cleavage.

The fabric was so lacy that she could easily see the white bra and the darker nipples and areolas perched above the half cups. But were the holes in the lace big enough to pull her nipples through? She reached up underneath to cup her left boob, then tried to force the nipple through one of the openings. Dang, she couldn't quite get her nipple through! Maybe if her nip weren't so big and stiff - but no, her nipples weren't going down any time soon!

She hurried down the stairs, boobs swaying and wobbling on top of the bra, then called out, "John, I need your help with my nipples." Needless to say, at the sound of the word "nipples," John, dressed in nothing but his short tennis shorts, hustled in from the den, where he'd just found a lingerie channel. But the sight that greeted him put the pretty girls on the screen to shame!

"Holy ... Damn, girl, you are hot! Help with your nipples, you say?" Kelli explained that she needed more hands to spread the fabric enough to force her nipples through the lace. John was quick to assess the situation, and shortly had Kelli's stiff left nipple pulled through and throbbing. For some reason, though, John was finding it - um - hard to get her right nipple through. There was a lot of fondling of the right boob and a lot of tweaking of the nipple going on, but, gee, it wouldn't quite fit. Kelli was getting so turned on by the nipple play that she forgot to protest.

Then the doorbell rang, and she instructed, "Now, John, get my nipple through that opening!" Sure enough, that pesky right nipple was nestled in its lacy cage in a second, poking through with red tinged lust.

"Coming," Kelli called out, then, over her shoulder, "well, almost." As she hurriedly walked to the front door, the cover-up swung freely around her shoulders and around her back, but the motion of the front was limited by the motion of Kelli's boobs - which is to say, not all that limited. But her throbbing nipples were most assuredly snared in the lacy cages of the mesh top, and that area of the top moved as her nipples and wobbly boobs moved. Which was a lot.

With her hand on the door, she thought about giving her nipples a quick pinch, but looking down, it was clear her nipples could not be any stiffer. But what the heck - it would feel good anyway! She gave her nipples a quick pull, then doubled over a bit as she felt her pussy muscles contracting. John, who had silently positioned himself in the dining room so as to see both Kelli and the delivery guy, whispered, "Nice!"

Kelli swung the door open quickly, causing her boobs to swivel around on top of the shelf bra, the stiff nipples still popping through their lacy openings. The reaction of the poor delivery boy was classic - his eyes were immediately drawn to the motion of Kelli's boobs, and when he realized that the tips of her nipples were naked to his eyes, his lower jaw dropped. As did the pizza box.

To his credit, he caught the pizza box before it hit the ground. When he straightened up, he couldn't help but notice how much leg he was looking at. The light was fading, but ... damn! Did he just get a flash of her naked pussy??

Once he was fully - um - erect (yes, it was happening fast), he did his best to look at Kelli's smiling face - he really did - but most of the time he spent looking at her nipples. God, would he ever beat off to the memory of this beauty! He spotted the shelf bra itself through the cover-up, but he had no previous idea that such a device existed. Damn, all that cleavage, all of that boobage, and those nipples!

"So ...?" Kelli intoned, swaying her shoulders to make her boobs wobble a bit, loving the attention and the mesmerizing impact her tits and nipples had made.

"Um ... pardon me?" A quick glance at Kelli's face - very pretty, to boot - then back to the nipples that kept staring back at him.

"So ... what do we owe you?"

"Oh, uhh," glancing at the slip on the box, "20 dollars." A quick glance at her face, then back to the nipples. God, they were stiff!

"Well, here's a 20," Kelli said, pulling her cheerleading skirt out further than she needed to to reach the bill she had slid into the inside pocket while dressing. Just coincidentally, this allowed the delivery boy to briefly see down to the top of her pubic hair. Suspicion confirmed - no panties!

"As for tips, I hope these will do," Kelli said with a grin, giving her nipples another squeeze before taking the box and quickly closing the door on the dumbfounded boy.





"Damn, you're a tease," John told Kelli as they padded to the kitchen table.

"I'm really starting to enjoy it, too," Kelli confided as she set down the pizza and gave her nipples another pinch.

"Me, too," John said, giving his tool a meaningful squeeze. His cock was definitely tenting his pant leg. "Tell you what - you stay dressed like that through dinner, and I'll give you whatever you want later," John promised. "Just let me feast my eyes on your nipples and you just pretend like everything is normal."

"Well, whenever I'm dressed in anything like this, like with my nipple bra, I'm going to be playing with my nipple - or nipples in this case," Kelli replied, as her fingers once again found and pulled the stiff nubbins.

"Well, compared to all the other girls in school, you are far from normal," then, mostly under his breath, "god I l love your boobs - and those nipples!" then, in his regular voice, "so feel free to be 'normal' with your nipples - or more so if you want!"

Kelli rubbed the tips of her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine, but she found it hard to get a good grip on the full length of the shaft of her nipples. "Do you mind if I pull this top free of my nipples? I can't really play with my nipples very well like this. But I'll leave the top on if you like."

John thought that the view of Kelli's nipples poking through the openings was spectacular, but he also wanted to watch her cupping her boobs and playing more freely with those hungry nipples. "Sure, go ahead - that cover-up is barely there anyway, I'll still be able to see you boobs and nipples. But it's so sexy to see you both dressed and basically naked at the same time, so let me look at your boobs through the top. Just promise you'll keep those nipples nice and stiff, okay?"

With that, Kelli grabbed the top just below her tits and pulled it away from her body. "Ohhhh my, that felt good" Kelli exclaimed as the fabric of the top gave her nipples a wonderful, scratchy massage as they popped free. "Keep my nipples stiff you say? Just watch me!" she exclaimed. Watching Kelli keep her nipples stiff was exactly what John had in mind.

She immediately reached under the top with both hands, cupping her boobs and giving her nipples a good tug. Then, somewhat reluctantly, she left the care of her nipples to her left hand, which darted from nipple to nipple, as she reached for some pizza. "Sometimes I wish I had a third hand," she opined, thinking about the times she would have liked one hand for each nipple and one more for her clit.

"I could rent you a hand - cheap! At least after dinner," John suggested, as he rubbed his cock with his left hand and fed himself pizza with his right. Suddenly thirsty, he said, "Drink?"

"Sure," Kelli replied, "Make it the usual," meaning liquor, not soda.

And so the dinner went, Kelli masturbating her nipples while John slowly played with his dick, and both got quite sloshed. And very horny once more. Kelli had multiple mini nipple orgasms, and, as John watched, he had to suck in his breath each time to maintain his own control. He did envy women their multi-orgasmic capabilities.

By the time they had finished the pizza, they were so hot for each other that they staggered up the stairs, stripped, and quickly fell into Kelli's bed. "Bed'r pu' that bra 'way;" John mumbled.

When Kelli got back, John was already snoring, his limp dick in his hand. "Well, this won't do," Kelli murmured, then proceeded to stuff a stiff nipple into John's mouth.

"Mmmph?" John said, opening his eyes to take in Kelli's delightful boobs and ever-stiff nipples. "Gaw, Kell, I do luv your nipples." Soon, he had mounted his sister, sucking on her right nipple while she played with her left nipple. But they were both so high, and drunk, from the evening's activities that it was over quickly, with John collapsing on top of his sister.

Fortunately for the siblings, alcohol is a diuretic. So, when John developed a piss hardon, Kelli was momentarily thrilled at the feeling of having her vagina once again full of John's long, fat cock, but she, too had to pee. Afterward, they collapsed in their own bedrooms.

Marie's last nipple orgasm at the office was nice (is there such as thing as a bad nipple orgasm?), as she closed her eyes to block out the institutional bathroom and thought about John and how his hungry eyes kept caressing her naked underboob. Well, yes, her areolas and nipples even more. But he would be asleep before she got home, and who knew what tomorrow would bring?

She left her blouse unbuttoned to the level of her nipples, threw on her jacket in case any of the men had not yet left, and walked out to her car, putting the bounce back in her step once it was clear that she was alone. She did so love to feel her stiff nipples rub against her blouse!

She drove home with her jacket on the seat beside her and her blouse fully open, giving her easy access to her naked nipples. She liked driving in the dark for that reason - no worries about anyone guessing what her fingers were doing, nor of anyone spotting her stiff nipples. She kept turning the day over in her mind as she teased her nipples all the way home, unusually thankful for the number of red lights she hit. Two hands working her nipples was definitely better than one!

It was midnight when she looked in on the kids. John had thrown off the sheets, and was dreaming about nipples again. Marie didn't know for sure, but if she'd made a formal guess, she would have been right. Big, stiff nipples in his mouth, boobs in his hands, tweaking more nipples... She lingered over the view of his big dick, but didn't want to risk having him wake up while she was in his room. She played with her nipples again outside his door, though, more determined than ever to find a way to fill her pussy with that amazing cock.

Kelli was lying on her back with one hand cupping her right breast, the nipple, as usual, stiff. Marie wondered what she might be dreaming about, but she didn't wonder too long. Or too hard. Why is your mind working like this, she chastised herself. But once again, she felt her heart flutter and her nipples stiffen as she imagined what Kelli might be dreaming about.

Her mind still in turmoil, Marie began to undress in her bedroom, tossing the blouse in the laundry hamper, then catching a view of her half naked breasts in the mirror, bare, turgid nipples and half of each areola staring back at her above the half cup bra. Yes, her nipples were just as stiff as Kelli's, she thought, as she released her swollen breasts from the shelf bra, giving the undersides of her generous boobs a nice massage, which almost involuntarily led to a nipple rub. She then unzipped the skirt and slid it down over her naked tush, realizing how much she had enjoyed the naughtiness of spending hours in that boring meeting with no panties and with naked nipples under her blouse - nipples which she toyed with for much or the time, soaking her pussy tissues - and with none of the men having a clue!

Naked, she walked to her bathroom, unable to ignore the wonderful feeling she got from the way her now totally unrestrained boobs wobbled. The half cup bra was perfect for work, but naked, wobbly tits were so much better! She removed the sodden wad of tissue from her pussy, peed, and brushed her teeth. Funny, she hadn't really noticed before, but if she put any real energy into the brushing process, she found that it sent her tits into a delightful jiggle. Mesmerized, she watched as her glorious boobs wobbled to and fro, nipples stiff and throbbing, as she brushed and brushed.

Then, a dusty memory from high school physics came to her - what was it? "Resonant frequency," she remembered with a frothy smile. With some experimentation, she reached the right brushing speed and motion to really set her boobs to rocking. Her nipples tightened as she enjoyed watching her heavy boobs wobble in time with her brushing. Her teeth were would be very clean when she finally finished. And her nipples stayed very, very stiff.

She smiled once more at the erotic sight of her dancing boobs, and as her lips parted in the smile, a string of foamy, white saliva and toothpaste froth escaped from her mouth. It landed on top of her left boob, then quickly ran down to her turgid nipple, where a milky white drop formed. As even more lascivious thoughts ran through her head, she shook her head and told herself it was time for some sleep. A thorough cleaning of her breast and nipple with a rough, damp washcloth ensued. The more direct nipple stimulation brought even more fluids into her pussy, but why bother cleaning up?

Back in the bedroom, she opened the dresser drawer to pull out a nightie - a habit going back to when she was a child. But then she paused, with the nightgown brushing against her nipples as she held it in front of her, and asked herself, why am I wearing a nightgown to bed? The kids gave up sleepwear years ago - why shouldn't I? The thought sent a naughty shiver through her body, and the signals from her stiffening nipples made the decision an easy one.

As she slid her naked body between the satiny sheets, she wondered whether the erotic feelings that every corner of her skin was sending to her brain would allow her to sleep. I'm in my 40's, for Pete's sake, she thought, and I'm getting turned on by the feel of these sheets sliding over my big breasts, teasing my hungry nipples, my naked tush slipping along the lower sheet. How do John and Kelli manage to get any sleep? Why did I wait so long to sleep naked? Old habits ... but that's an old habit that's now history! Plus I'm going green, she thought - less laundry to run! But to heck with being green, now my hands can feel my naked boobs, my fingers can caress these wonderful nipples, flesh to flesh, no more fumbling to get under my nighty or settling for feeling my boobs through the cloth.

But as Marie toyed with her nipples, she realized there were other things running through her mind that were going to give her trouble getting to sleep. Sure, the afternoon had been dangerous, thrilling, and very erotic. Her hands worked her stiffening nipples with more purpose as she relived how many times she had brought herself to a nipple orgasm thinking about seducing John, and how hungrily John had stared at her exposed underboob and even her naked nipples. When it first happened, she had been truly embarrassed to find that her nipples had slipped out, but now, especially thinking about how her nips had so transfixed her son, the memory of her nipple exposure was transformed from embarrassing to erotic. Even quite erotic, she realized, as another nipple orgasm overtook her. And lord knows, she really wanted to get some cock back in her - well, in her life.

But could she really seduce her own son? I'm a middle aged, highly respected lawyer, for goodness sake - how can I be thinking this way? But then her very stiff nipples answered - because you want him, and it sure seems like he wants you. Not able to stop herself, she brought herself to one more nipple orgasm while imagining John's dick filling her sopping pussy, and then she finally drifted off. Like Kelli, she was cupping her right boob.

Marie woke up well before the kids did. At first she was startled when she realized that her left hand was touching her warm, well rounded, naked breast - no nightgown! As her head cleared and she began to toy with her stiff nipple, she remembered that she had climbed into bed naked - and that it felt delightful! But then she realized that she'd just been having a very erotic dream, explaining why her nipple was stiff from the get go, and she tried to recover the dream - but it was fading too fast.

Sleeping naked gave me such a good sleep, once I got there, she thought. But her nipples were both calling for attention, so she brought her other hand up to cup her other bulging bosom, now slowly stroking both nipples. But her thoughts quickly turned to John, and the vision of his long, hard dick as revealed by the dim hall light last night. Since she was already quite aroused from the dream, she quickly decided that an early morning nipple orgasm was in order. She also decided that she wanted this nipple orgasm to be a good one, nice and leisurely. The kids would sleep for most of another hour anyway - she would take her time playing with her nipples.

She threw back the covers and rubbed her hands down her naked body, trembling as her finger tips lightly slid by her pussy lips, giving her hungry clit a light massage in the process. She repeated the motion, feeling her bosoms swell and her nipples crinkle into elongated pillars of needy flesh.

Her hand rose softly, slowly, up over her hips to her flat tummy and to the lower reaches of her rib cage. Her breathing grew deeper and her tits rose higher, waiting for that first touch. Then her fingers reached the base of her mountainous breasts and she inhaled more deeply at the contact. Moving her warm hands up those tender slopes, she began cupping her boobs. She spread her thumbs wide to push in the sides of her tits as her palms filled with the underside of the pliant mounds of her mammaries. Looking down, she could see her nipples outlined against the backlit window shades, pointing high and proud, her cleavage running toward her chin for as far as her view allowed. Her hands were still hidden behind the luscious curves of her big breasts.

She slowly released her boobs, letting the breast flesh slide along her palms as she did so, the plaint mounds settling on her chest, her hands coming into view. Her round, swollen tits had flattened, just a little, but her stiff nipples still lined up in profile. She brought her thumbs and forefingers down on either side of each nipple, the red painted nails shining, until her nails just touched the outside edges of her areolas, her finger pads still some quarter inch away from her waiting, pulsing nipples.

Then, she slowly closed the gap between her digits and the sides her sensitive nipples, her fingers pointing straight down, her nails just grazing her areolas. She could see the shaft of each nipple between her delicate digits. As their pincer motion brought them into contact with her elongated nipples, she sucked in her breath as the electricity shot from her nipples to her brain to her clit, which she squeezed between her thighs. She might have started off thinking of John's dick, but now it was all about Marie and her hungry nipples

Slowly, squeezing her nipples more tightly, she began to lift her hands. She loved to watch her nipples extend that way when she played with them. Pausing with her nipples pulled out a good inch, her areolas elongating to accommodate the stretch, she slowly twisted her nipples, first one way, and then the other. Oh, that feels nice! She was not really aware of it, but she had begun to rock her right thigh over her left, giving her clit at least some of what it wanted. She began to purr, a low rumble in her throat as she felt herself building toward a slow, glorious nipple orgasm.

Then, still gripping her nipples tightly, she brought her fingers back down, closer to her boobs; next, she started to pull her nipples around in small circles, leading her bulging boobs along the same path, first to the sides, then toward the middle, causing her tits to sway and wobble on her chest. She increased the size of the paths her nipples were taking, giving sensational feedback from her now more wildly wobbling boobs, as well as creating more tension on her sensitive nipples. As she continued dragging her boobs around by the nipples, now adding a nipple twist into the mix, she felt her need to climax building; but she held off, bringing herself right to the edge several times before backing off, slowing the movement of her nipples, loving the thrill of being so close. Then she rotated her nipples a bit faster and widened their circular path, her boobs following as they must. She smiled as she heard the soft slap of one big boob colliding with the other boob when they met in the middle, sound being another erotic sensation added to the mix.

But then, after starting to pull her nipples around in an even wider circle, the sights, the sounds, and the feelings of and from her pliant mammaries and her very non-pliant nipples overwhelmed her and she knew it was too late - the nipple orgasm was upon her! Biting her lip to stifle the moan that was building, she lifted her nipples high into the air, until they slipped from her fingers, then she quickly recaptured her nips and pulled them out to the release point, over and over, tighter and tighter, as the nipple orgasm washed over her. As long as she kept pulling her nipples, the orgasm continued, though it finally waned in intensity despite her continued nipple play.

As she came down from her peak, she went back to cradling her boobs, lifting the orbs softly now, slowly pushing on her still stiff nipples, forcing her nips down onto her boobs, her areolas indenting, no match for the will of those iron hard nipples.

A new idea came to her, which she had to try. Instead of pushing her nipples to the side, she pushed her left nipple straight down into the pliant mound of boob with her left index finger. Then, she brought her right hand over (sorry, right nip - I'll come back) and pushed the surrounding boob together, fully immersing her throbbing nipple into her soft breast flesh. With a twisting motion, she could feel her own impossibly stiff nipple inside her bosom! Her thighs began to move again.

By loosening the pressure on her boob, she allowed her nipple to slowly peek out of its breast pouch. She used the finger nail of her left index finger to slowly run across the top of her nipple, the only area now exposed. A shiver went through her body as she felt a second nipple orgasm building.

She let her nipple pop up out of the slit she had made in her breast, giving her nip a twist before pushing it back down, fully out of sight again. She twisted the submerged nipple once more, then let her nip pop back out of its warm cage, her own areola caressing the sides of that pylon. Feeling a second nipple orgasm building, she repeated the nipple hide and seek game, moving faster and faster until her body convulsed in nipple orgasm nearly as strong as the first!

Calming down after some minutes, she rubbed her bosoms deeply, in an up and down motion, loving the feel of her nipples on her palms. But time was moving on, and she had other plans for her nipples.

This orgasms had turned out to be all about Marie and her nipples, but as the cloud of glorious sensations began to part, her mind turned back to John. She double checked her resolve, and yes, she had to find a way to get his big dick in her needy pussy. But then there was Kelli, whose youthful boobs certainly were a match for her own, and who inexplicably seemed to have gone on a mission to tease John with her tits and the stiff nipples she seemed all so keen to show off to John. With Kelli around, what were her chances of even competing for his attention, let along getting John in bed?

As she rose and wobbled to the bathroom to clean up her abundant fluids, though, she was struck with an idea - a start, at least. Her kids had always known her to cook Sunday breakfast wearing both a nightgown and, at this season, a light summer robe on top. But her she was, naked after her nipple orgasms and from having spent a glorious night between her bed sheets with no nightgown on. Why not just put on her robe with no nightgown? Her nipples rose once again at the naughtiness of the thought. And then she realized that she had a new robe that might be perfect!

Taking the tags off, she held the robe up to the light coming in the window. Yes, there was a floral print on it, but looking through it, she could easily see the lattice work of the window and the chair in the corner. When worn with a nightgown, probably modest enough, but with just her naked body, her wobbly boobs, her stiff nipples, bare beneath the thin fabric? Erotic for sure, and daring and naughty in a different way than the underboob she had exposed in her suit yesterday. She shivered in anticipation of carrying through with the plan, her boobs wiggling and her nipples tightening as she slid her arms through the sleeves and wrapped the robe across her breasts, giving each boob and each nipple a caress as she did so.





The mirror confirmed her suspicions, and her hopes. Her stiff nipples were punching through the flimsy fabric, making well defined tents at the ends of her swollen boobs. Better, the color of her nipples and areolas played off against the light colors of the flowers, giving them nice, round bulls-eyes that shifted around under the petals as she slid the silky material over her sensitive buds (if you'll pardon the pun). She grinned to herself as she lined up her left nipple in the center of an oversized daisy.

She knotted the belt, then twisted left and right as she looked in the mirror, catching her thinly veiled, mouth-watering mammaries in profile, nipple tents perched on the ends. Then it occurred to her to try loosening the flaps and hunching her shoulders as she swiveled. Ah, that's a trick to remember, she thought, as the edge of the robe ballooned out, providing a tantalizing glimpse of naked breast flesh, including the curve of her underboob. I bet if I was sitting down, that could look very tasty, she thought; maybe my nipple would be exposed as well!

But would her children notice that she had no nightgown on? And what would she say if they did? Well, if today goes anything like yesterday, Kellie will be teasing John, at least by showing off her underboob, and probably her always-stiff nipples as well. So maybe they won't even notice. Her nipples began to deflate.

How about a story about spilling something on my nightgown? But what? Mouthwash! She took her last (and it would be the last!) nightgown out of the hamper and spilled some mouthwash on it - enough that the smell might even make it to the hallway. Then a story about having gotten behind on the laundry because of being too busy - that should work!

Satisfied with her plan, she wobbled down the stairs to make her pot of coffee, her nipples perking up again now that the details were in place. As the coffee brewed, she parted her robe and cupped her boobs, playing with the stiffening nipples as she wondered how the day might go - and whether she could send Kelli on an errand, giving her time to work her boob magic on John. But she despaired of thinking of a ploy that would give her all of the time she needed.

With her first cup of coffee in front of her and her boobs still naked, nipples still stiff, she turned on the TV. The morning news shows were depressing as usual, so she flipped channels until she found a favorite movie - a romance that she knew included a bare chested man and some love scenes that included some glimpses of naked bosoms - perfect! She continued playing with her naked boobs and nipples, wondering when the kids would appear.

For their part, for the sake of appearances, John and Kelli had agreed to repeat Saturday's performance. John would use the bathroom, then head downstairs and plop himself on the couch. Kelli would follow. The big difference was that there would be no need to pretend with each other about their mutual exhibitionism and voyeurism.

So, as John sat with his feet on the coffee table and his semi-hard dick running down the leg of his loose tennis shorts, Kelli bobbled down the stairs just like yesterday - boobs wobbling, nipples, super hard from a nipple orgasm in her room, poking through the flimsy top, and underboob galore on display, with the top just barely covering the lower edge of her areolas.

But as soon as she sat down, she licked her fingers, raised the top to uncover her glorious nipples, and began to toy with those ever-hungry, ever stiff nips. Meanwhile, she gave John a quick, impish smile, then continued to grin lasciviously as she watched the head of John's cock balloon fully out of his shorts.

Sadly, again for the sake of appearances, Kelli had to use one hand to hold her phone, since, well, that's what girls Kelli's age did. John did the same, beginning a text about her awesome nipples.

Then, before John had pressed Send, Kelli frantically interrupted her nipple play to exclaim, "Oh, my god! Vickie's in town today!"

"Vickie the vixen?" mouthed John, his voice no more than a whisper. Kelli and Vickie had been fast friends forever and had kept in touch over the past year when Vickie and her family had moved across the country.

For his part, John had lusted after Vickie for some time. If anything, her boobs were a tad bigger than Kelli's, plus she always wore push up bras and V neck tops. More to the points, her nipples seemed to always be stiff, and her flimsy bras and tops were no match for their turgor. Aside from Kelli's nipples, Vickie's nips were never far from John's mind when he had a few moments to play with his dick. God, she was hot!

"Shut up," Kelli whispered, then, in a louder voice, as she kept scanning texts, "She was planning to surprise Craig and spend the day with him before going on to Europe, but Craig's boss switched shifts on him, so Vickie has the day free! Do you mind if I meet her at the mall, Mom?" Kelli called out as she rose to pad to the kitchen. She was madly texting and had totally forgotten that her nipples which, while no longer super hard, were still bobbing around at the ends of her unfettered breasts and were on full display to her mother.

"That's fine, dear, but at least have a few bites of cheesy eggs before you go; just give me 60 seconds. And, "Marie whispered in Kelli's ear, "you might want to cover your nipples, or maybe even change your top, before you head out." The "no comments on clothing" rule did have its limits, after all.

"Sure, Mom," Kelli mumbled, giving the top a half-hearted tug which barely - just barely - succeeded in covering her nipples, although Marie could still see lots of underboob and even the lower edge of her areolas.

Marie sighed and again wondered why her daughter seemed to be going out of her way to tease John with her buoyant, youthful boobs and seemingly always stiff nipples; her own nipples responded in envy, as she marveled at how blatant Kelli was with her boob and nipple exposure.

When she had first heard John coming down the stairs, Marie had given her nipples one more hard tug, and then had reluctantly closed her robe, hiding all but her cleavage. But now, she reminded herself that she was naked under her thin robe, and with Kelli's intent focus on her phone, she was not going to notice or question the missing nightgown. One concern by the wayside. With John out of sight and Kelli paying no attention to her, Marie tweaked her nipples through the fabric, thinking about having at least some time alone with John. But how long, she wondered.

She scrambled the eggs, her boobs wobbling with the extra effort she put into the process. A shaft of sunlight pierced her nightgown, lighting up her very stiff nipple to Marie's view. She inhaled deeply, but that just caused the robe to rub over her increasingly stiff nipples. She did so love her sensitive nips!

Then, as she began to toy with the possibilities, her nipples really began to tense. This day could get interesting! Should she find a way to expose her nipples? No, make that when and how would she tease John with her nips? And then ... but let's not get ahead of ourselves, she thought, interrupting her daydream just in time to catch the eggs just before they began to overcook.

When Kelli had padded to the kitchen, John had sadly had lost sight of Kelli's boobs and nipples. And now she would be out for at least part of the day. Still, his dick hadn't receded much, and he had to get to the table quickly and carefully if he was going to see any more of his sister's boobs before she left. He chose his moment when Marie's back was to him (not realizing that his mother, at that exact moment, was tweaking her own stiffening nipples), then quickly approached the table and settled into the seat across from Kelli, phone in hand, pretending to look at it.

Despite Kelli's absent-minded adjustment to her top, John still had a very, very fine view of her underboobs and the lower half of her areolas. His dick started another run toward the open air as he took in the sight. Her big boobs were actually enticingly pushed together a bit by her upper arms as she cradled her phone in front of her. This served to accentuate the underboob curves of each breast, to intriguingly distort her areolas into half ovals, and to create the rarely seen underboob cleavage. And as she madly texted, her boob flesh jiggled delightfully with each letter punched. John was loving it!

And on closer examination (and when given the chance, John was all about close examination of even partially naked boobs), one nipple - no, make that both of her nipples! - were making brief appearances as the cloth of her top shifted subtly with her frantic texting. Then he reasoned, if he slouched a little bit, he'd probably see more of those wondrous nipples. He slouched. Oh, yes, there were both nipples, in full view, still fascinating even though only partially stiffened, and this only due the motion of her top as it continued to rub those sensitive nubbins. The head of his dick was now breathing fresh air as he continued to drink in the sight of his sister's tits and nipples.

As focused as Kelli was on her phone, she was not unaware of the fact that John had now followed her into the kitchen and that he was clearly looking at her naked underboob, and probably her nipples as well, given his thinly disguised attempt at getting a better viewing angle. It dawned on Kelli, as it had dawned on Marie, that John and Marie would be alone for the day. Kelli's pussy had already been warming up to the idea of a visit from her brother's big cock (after all, it had been, what - 10 hours now?), and as much as she was looking forward to a day with Vickie, she had really been hoping to find more time with John playing with her nipples and plunging his long, fat dick into her cunt.

But she had to see Vickie, if for no other reason than to update her on her exploits with John and to learn whether Vickie had any tips on teasing with her tips. But to make sure John remembered her through the day, she sighed deeply and shrugged her shoulders, bringing her stiffening nipples back into full and easy view. She smiled as she listened to John suck in his own breath, knowing that she'd brought him close once again. All this while still madly texting with Vickie. She loved the power that her boobs and nipples had on men - such simple creatures to control!

"Do let me know," Marie said, as she served the eggs to Kelli, "whether you and Vickie - and Craig? - might be coming for dinner. I might need to shop."

"Mmm" was the only response from Kelli, whose thumbs were flying over the screen of her phone. Maybe those dexterous thumbs explain why she's so good at playing with her nipples, John thought with a smile. As she shoveled a few bites of eggs into her mouth, the motion served to completely expose the full circle of her right areola, if briefly. But the stiffness of her nipple made sure that the fabric fell no lower than that protuberance.

"Eggs for you, too, John?" Marie asked, her nipples continuing to stiffen with the thoughts running through her head. Just John, me, my boobs, and yes, my nipples for at least part of the day...

"Wha ... oh, sure, Mom, thanks," John managed, reserving 95% of his mental powers for Kelli's boobs and nipples, 5% for anything not Kelli's boobs and nipples.

"Gotta run," Kelli exclaimed moments later as she bobbed up from the table, eggs only half eaten, and wobbled to her purse in the living room. As both John and Marie watched in awe, Kelli bent over to rearrange things in the purse, and that action allowed the skimpy top to fully fall away from her heavy, well round boobs - just as she had hoped! One last memory for John. John loved the way that her now fully stiffened nipples were both lined up in profile at the end of those beautiful underboob curves. A glorious mammary mountain range, with the curves of each bosom just slightly offset from each other, the twin curves just so amazing!

Marie risked her daughter's wrath by calling out, "Kelli, be sure to text me about dinner, and remember that other thing I mentioned ..." It was one thing to show off her boobs to her brother and mother, but - the whole mall?

"Hmm?" Kelli mumbled distractedly as she zipped the purse. She turned to her Mom, who mimed pulling her top down. "Yeah, I guess, maybe I should change," she said resignedly. With that, she bounded and bounced up the stairs, coming back down moments later in a top that barely - just barely - covered the undersides of her still unfettered boobs. Her lush, swollen tits, jostling for position under the flimsy top, threatened to slip into view with every step. To John's disappointment, the top managed to hold. Still, her nipples were clearly poking through though, giving John one last sisterly thrill.

Marie just sighed. But then got back to thinking about some time alone with John. Her nipples came to full attention. Time to see whether John would notice her new attire. She loosened the robe a little, then stroked her nipples to strengthen her resolve.

John's mind was still processing the view he had had of Kelli's underboob and nipples as she had been working on her purse. With the blouse hanging down even more than her tits, John had seen the profile of both boobs wobbling around as she worked her purse, both nipples popping in and out of view. His dick twitched again as he relived the moment.

While John sat staring at the closed front door, Marie reluctantly abandoned her nipples in favor of bigger game to come, as it were. "Cheesy eggs for you, too?" she asked, breaking two eggs into the pan for herself. She again looked at the way the sun lit up her stiff left nipple, then adjusted her position so that her boobs would be in profile when John turned toward her.

John mumbled a "Sure, Mom," toward the door. He was still thinking about Kelli's nipples when he swung around in his chair, glancing at his Mom in an unfocused kind of way. But then the nearly-naked-female alert system in his brain kicked in, and his eyes came into focus in a nanosecond. With the morning sun coming through the window behind her, Marie's form was, indeed, starkly outlined - much more so than John had ever noticed before of a Sunday morning. And is that her nipple in profile?? But I've never seen her nipples through her clothing. Can she be naked under that robe?

All that in another nanosecond. Then, before he could filter out the words that came tumbling from his mouth, he said, "Mom - you aren't wearing..." Oh, crap! Can't say "anything under that robe." Now what? "You aren't wearing you're usual robe - are you? That's a new one, right?" Like most men, he was less than observant about much of anything that didn't start with nipp.. or boo.. He hoped he was right, as a sweat broke on his brow, hoping he'd made a good save.

Marie smiled to herself, having completed John's remark in her own mind, happy in knowing that he almost certainly had seen her body through the robe. Her nipples tightened up even more as she replied, "You're right, John, this is a new robe. It's such a pretty day and it kind of matched my mood. Do you like it?" she continued, turning toward him with a quickness that caused her boobs to wobble.

With her body backlit, it was harder to see her nipples, but as he refined his focus ... yes, there were her areolas settling in behind the flower blossoms while her stiff nipples poked out the fabric. Beyond that, Marie's robe was open most of the way to her navel, allowing John a very nice view of the inner curves of her tits. "Yes, very pretty," he managed, "the colors work well on you," he finished, loving how the darkness of her areolas had lined up behind the blossoms of the print.

His mind continued to process the situation. What's with being nude under a sheer robe? She always wears a nightgown and her robe. But as she moved around cracking two more eggs and putting bread in the toaster, John could only conclude that his first impression was right - nothing between his eyes and her skin but her very thin summer robe! He risked a quick rub of his now very hard dick while pretending to look at his phone. His musings on her motives were lost to his concentration on her form.

Marie finished mixing the eggs and cheese, loving the way her boobs were jostling around, her nipples rubbing against the silky robe. She was feeling more sexually alive than she had in a long time - including yesterday, which was pretty hot! A sidelong glance at John confirmed that he was definitely checking her out.

An inspiration stuck her as the eggs turned just firm enough but the toast still had another minute on the timer. She slid the pan off the hot burner, then strolled the few steps to the tall window overlooking the pool, with sunlight streaming in down to knee level. She then spread her feet a foot and a half apart and leaned her elbows on the cross piece of the window. She heard a sharp intake of air from John's direction and guessed that her plan had worked!

Because from John's perspective, the robe had now all but vanished! His Mom's body was revealed from behind in all but perfect detail - her long legs were visible in complete silhouette, rising from the floor to the small gap where her pussy lips almost seemed to be visible between the tops of her thighs. No doubt about it, she's naked under the robe! With her back to him, he risked another, longer caress of his now quite hard dick.

"Looks like another beautiful day," Marie announced. "Maybe I should try to get some more swimming done; I certainly am out of shape. Want to join me after breakfast?" Marie asked, thinking about exactly how she would wear her bathing suit - below the areolas or above? Below the nipples or above? I'll probably let the drag of the water and my arm motion work out those details... Then the toaster dinged, and Marie moved to serve up the eggs and toast, her nipples stiffening further with the motion of her boobs within the robe.

Personally, I love the shape you're in right now, John was thinking, but then, anticipating that Marie might wear that new suit again, he mumbled, "Sure, Mom," pretending to still be lost in his phone. If she wears that bikini again, there will be underboob for sure; but will she let her nipples slip out again? He could only hope.

Marie leaned over the table to serve the eggs and toast, then juice and milk for John. Her robe had loosened a bit more with all of the motion, and a deeper V formed between the two halves of her robe. This fact served to give John a very nice view down the middle each time she served a new item, and a good portion of her bulging, swaying boobs coming into view - not all the way to her nipples, but lots of bulging, swaying breast flesh nonetheless.

Marie settled in to John's side, then reached for the TV remote to turn up the volume a bit. The movie still had a while to run - plenty of time to see what else she could do with this robe.

As a pretense for acknowledging how much her robe had opened, she pulled the right side more tightly under the left - but conveniently did not straighten or tighten that left side. As she had hoped, the left flap of the robe billowed out revealing some portion of her left boob. Whether her nipple could be seen from the side, she did not know. She risked a sidelong glance at John, and while he continued to hold his phone in one hand and his fork in the other, the mouthful of eggs had paused halfway to his mouth. She resisted asking if there was anything wrong, because she was sure everything was right - just right. Or left, if you will.

Because Marie had guessed correctly - John's eyes were glued to his mother's boob - visible from the gentle curve out from her upper chest, out, out, and yet further out, all the way to her backlit nipple. Her very stiff, backlit nipple. Only the underboob was obscured by the fabric of the robe. Eggs - I need to keep eating my eggs, he reminded himself, managing to find a morsel without ever losing eye to nipple contact.





He stole a glance at his Mom's eyes - good, still watching the silly movie. Yes, maybe there was some cleavage on the screen, but here was his Mom, accidentally (?) allowing him to take in the beautiful upper curve of her left breast and the incredibly pointed nipple at the end of her well rounded tit.

As Marie took a sip of coffee, she relaxed a little more into the chair - although if someone had checked her pulse, she was anything but relaxed! She could feel the blood pulsing through her swollen breasts, keeping her throbbing nipples at full attention. She could also feel the moisture between her thighs, and she wished that she had thought of putting some tissue between her pussy lips.

But when Marie relaxed into the back of her chair, the flap of her robe opened up even a bit more! Now, John could see the entire, luscious curve of his Mom's amazing left tit. The undercurve of her bosom was fascinatingly beautiful. Much rounder than the upper slope of her boob, and naked to his eyes, not more than three feet away. With her leaning back like that, the shape was the better part of a half circle, a half circle of soft, warm, beautiful bosom.

And still visible was her nipple, in full profile, standing tall and stiff atop the very slight mound of her areola. John kept toying with his eggs and toast, eating his breakfast as slowly as possible, always wondering whether the breast and nipple display was accidental or on purpose - but not wasting a second of opportunity to drink in the erotic sight. How long could he stare at her nipple without her knowing? Or at least acknowledging? He wished that he could find a way to rub his cock, but he would have to be very discreet.

His napkin! Only rarely did he ever take the napkin from the table, but now seemed a perfect time to open it up and spread it over his lap. Oh, brilliant, he enthused to himself, as he took a bit longer than necessary to even it out, making something else even longer in the process. It was not enough, but a few quick rubs of his dick while looking at his Mom's bare breast and stiff nipple really felt very fine!

For her part, Marie was also feeling an agitation below as well. She would have loved to be touching her nipples just as much as John wanted to touch his dick. And nearly as much as she wanted to do the same. She crossed her legs, which was the best she could do, then started "idly" rocking her right leg. The repetitive tensing of her upper thigh muscles as she did so was nice - very nice!

But with that action, she felt the sides of her robe sliding off her legs. Well, that was unintended, but let's work this, too, she thought. She made a half-hearted attempt at straightening her robe, again covering her thighs, but she also continued to rock her leg (it felt so good!) and pretended to not be aware of the robe slowly losing its grip on her thighs. So, what's it going to be, John? Keep spying at my boobs, or watch how high this robe slips? She smiled to herself and felt another surge of blood filling her nipples and her pussy.

John was indeed torn - naked boob and stiff nipple, or seeing how much of her leg his Mom would eventually show. As time went by, it turned out to be quite a lot. How long were her legs? It seemed almost impossible that ... wait - is that pubic hair? Indeed! Although Marie's legs were tightly crossed over her upper thighs, there was no doubt that he was seeing leg all the way up to her hip! Still, her bare nipple and her naked breast were the main attractions, and her nipple was still stiff. Very stiff.

If only he could sit her and masturbate to this sight. Well, there's still the napkin trick, at least. Although there really wasn't anything on his lips, he picked up his napkin, dabbed his lips, then carefully, very carefully spread his napkin on his lap again. A quick dick massage while spying on his mother's naked boob and pert nipple, all so close, so close - a real voyeur's delight for sure!

Ahhhh, Marie thought. Very clever, John. But I bet that could work for me, too, Marie thought. Although she was nearly done, she, too, dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, then spread it over her lap, only to "discover" that she was basically exposed at lap level. A quick pull on the robe and she could at least pretend to be decent. While John was a bit disappointed, the left side of Marie's robe was still ballooned out, and he could still see that wonderful bosom, nipple and all.

But when Marie resumed rocking her leg (she was so horny), wouldn't you know it, but the silly napkin slid off. Anticipating that eventuality, Marie quickly ducked her head under the table to retrieve the napkin - and came face to face with John's dick, the head of which was fully out of the end of his tennis shorts. She stifled a deep intake of air, but for sure, she wanted it!

Settling back into her chair, she took the side of her robe and shook it in and out, attempting to fan herself, since she really had felt a hot flash. With aplomb, she managed to leave the gap even wider than it had been before as she slowly sipped her coffee. With her continued leg rocking, the napkin slid off again, but she pretended not to notice.

John, indeed, was having a hard time - a very hard time - trying to keep his composure, trying to pretend to still be eating breakfast, while all the time glancing from bosom curve to protuberant nipple to his Mom's soft, ever more naked thighs. He considered rescuing the napkin, but he knew he'd see no more than some additional pubic hair. When weighed against that big boob and naked, very stiff nipple, there was no contest.

As Marie sipped her coffee and the movie came to a close, she thought a bit more about what she could try and how much time they might have before Kelli came home. In the end, she decided to play it by ear. Or nipple, if you will. She wanted to keep John focused on her boobs, but how long might they have?

As she cleared the table, she heard the landline ring. Checking the caller ID, she paused before picking it up and said to John, "It's the office! You'd think I could have one day off! I'll deal with this as quick as I can, but feel free to go ahead to the pool - I'll be out as soon as I can." She clicked the phone on and said, "Hi, Joe. ... It's Sunday, but if it can't wait ... Alright, let me get my notes." Dang! And she was so looking forward to at least a few hours with just John.

Covering the mouthpiece she said, "Really, don't wait for me - this shouldn't take long." John nodded his ascent, and Marie then wandered back to her bedroom, which also had space for her home office. "Okay, Joe, just give me a sec. ..." John heard her say.

Well, I know where I'm going to be in just a sec, John thought. When Marie disappeared, John quietly bolted up the stairs and was in his suit in a flash. He walked as quietly as he could back down, then paused, listening for a piece of the conversation. "Yeah, you're right - we've got to revise page 52 ..."

Excellent! thought John. He padded quietly outdoors, then quickly ducked into the pool, making sure he was wet from head to toe. Now, back to Marie's window...

The conversation was muffled, but John could just make out something like, "Yes, that's fine - good idea. Fine, that, too. Okay, I may regret this, but call my cell if there's anything else - I'm going to try to get in a few laps today and might not hear the landline. ... You, too. Bye."

"Damn, how to ruin my mood," Marie grumbled in a voice almost audible through the closed window. John double checked that he was still in shadow, then held his breath as Marie, still in her robe, walked to her dresser. Distracted, she looked in vain for the new bikini, but only came up with the one piece - the one that no longer had a liner over her bosoms. Her nipples had deflated. She held it up against her body, then whispered, "No, I want the ... that's right, it's drying in the shower!"

John couldn't hear, but figured he'd still have time to race to the deck chair whenever she finally got into whatever suit she was looking for. He hoped it would be the new two-piece. He pulled his dick free of his suit and began stroking it in anticipation.

In moments, Marie returned from the bath with the new suit. John's heart rate jumped to another level. Marie laid the scraps of material on the bed, once more marveling at how little there was to the suit. Well, John's waiting, and who knows when Kelli will be back. If my boobs and nipples are going to compete with Kelli's amazing tits and always stiff nipples, now is the time. With that, she untied the robe and tossed it on the bed.

John sucked in his breath as he caught another view of his Mom's naked body. Damn, she has amazing tits, John thought. And as he watched, he was sure he could see her nipples stiffening up.

Despite her resolve to be quick, Marie was overcome with a need to touch her breasts and squeeze her nipples. After all, John would have no idea when her phone call had ended, so why not get in a little more nipple play? Well, because her time teasing John with her nipples was an unknown. Okay, quick then. Facing the mirror, she lifted both boobs, then grabbed her right nipple with right hand, pinching the anxious nip, while raising her left bosom towards her face, then sucking the now very stiff nipple into her salivating mouth. She rolled the sensitive nubbin with her tongue, then trembled in response to the contractions in her pussy. Time for a quick nipple orgasm? "Can't waste time now, my precious, but I'll see too your needs soon, one way or another," she promised to her nipples. Still, she gave her nip a goodbye tongue swirl, leading to more juices oozing out below.

When John saw his Mom sucking on her nipple again, he had to fight off the urge to come, right then and there - it was just so hot! He reluctantly closed his eyes for a few moments until his anxious sperms settled back down into a waiting game, at least for now.

When he opened his eyes, Marie had tied the top in place and was doing the same with the thong bottom. Almost time to scramble back, John realized - but I can spare another few seconds. It was then that he saw Marie making adjustments to the top while looking in the mirror. She slowly lifted the left patch (calling it a "cup" would be a gross exaggeration) until she could see some of her areola coming into view.

Despite her resolve to get to the pool, she went further, pulling the top tight over her breasts as well as pulling it higher, and yet higher up her left boob until - pop goes the nipple! Oh, that was intense! She did the same with her right bosom, doubling over a bit each time as the sensations from her tender nipples shot to her now throbbing clit. John had to remind himself to be careful not to come out of (or come in!) the shadows, but also not to lose a second when Marie headed to the hall. But the pull of her nipples was just too strong to leave now, as he slowly pulled on his engorged dick and feasted his eyes on his mom's largely naked boobs.

As Marie recovered from the mini-nipple orgasm, she made final adjustments to the patches, leaving just the tiniest bit of both areolas in view near the crest of her bulging underboobs. Now, she thought, let's see what a vigorous walk will do to that alveolar coverage! She moved quickly out of the room while John made a dash for the pool chair.

As she passed the mirror near the door to the pool, she paused to look at her profile. Yes! The flimsy cloth covering her nipples was clearly no match for their turgor pressure! Her nipples poked out at least a quarter inch even through the cloth. Those nips should catch his attention. Further, just a bit more of her areolas had slipped out from beneath the bikini patches, with lots of underboob still wobbling slightly with her movements. Good, she thought, easy enough to consider that that areolar slip was accidental. Now, let's see what a swim will do! Her nipples tensed up even more in anticipation. And although she was still 20 feet from the pool, she realized that she was already wet. Quite wet. Kelli, I love you, but leave your nipples out of sight for a few hours, anyway!

John looked over the top of his phone when he heard the door slide open, then quietly marveled at the beauty walking toward him, bulging, naked underboob, tits wobbling, nipples poking through the bikini patches, hardly any bikini bottom - and it was his mom!

Having thought ahead today, John pushed the silenced Rec button on his phone, capturing a video of the approaching vision. Are those her areolas again? He zoomed in to confirm, angling the phone more directly at his mom's boobs. Yep, partially exposed areolas! Then he realized that it wouldn't be good if it was too obvious that he was following her movements. He zoomed back out and angled the phone away a bit; having her boobs centered in the frame would have been great, but better not to be caught.

For her part, Marie put a little more bounce and sway in her step, reveling in the sensations from her wobbling breasts. She checked John's eyes and was a bit surprised to see that, while he was definitely spending a lot of time glancing at her boobs, he actually was spending some time also looking at his phone, seeming to move the stylus around. Curious. She got nervous for half a second, but when she glanced at her son's swim trunks, it was clear that her tits and nipples were, after all, having the desired effect.

"Looks like you've already gotten in a few laps," she commented, then smiled to herself, wondering if he'd be getting in more laps in her bedroom later. "Care to join me? I really need to get back in shape." Plus I need to see what will happen to my nipple coverage with a vigorous swim.

John, who was almost painfully aware of how much his cock had grown, replied, "Sure ... Just let me finish this level, I'm stuck on a few words."

"Well, maybe I can help," Marie volunteered, ambling closer.

Startled, John frantically switched to his word game, thankful that he, in fact, did have one going. "Okay," he said.

Marie noted his startled reaction and she got to wondering what had really been on his phone. But looking over his shoulder, there was his word game. She leaned in closer, pressing her largely naked left breast into his ear as she looked at the screen. It was so much fun to tease him, she thought. For his part, John resisted the urge to turn his head and bury his face in her underboob cleavage. Her boob was so soft! But aside from teasing John by rubbing naked boob flesh against his temple, Marie also had a great view of John's trunks and the long, fat cock ballooning down the left leg. As she shifted position slightly, giving John's ear and temple a bit of a boob massage, she smiled as she saw his dick jump.

"Well, with these letters, you can at least make 'bra' and bar," she volunteered, bringing to her mind how infrequently Kelli was wearing of the former, and then of how she had played with her nipples while tending bar just yesterday. "And bare, of course," she said with a smile that she knew John couldn't see. "But I'll have to give the other words a think while I go for a swim." One more hard yet soft push into the side of John's head with her tit and she sauntered to the pool. In a flash, John captured her naked backside; nice, but when it came to legs and a rear, he rally was a boob man.

Marie started off with a crawl, her energy levels so high she needed to burn off some of the tension. But she was no more than halfway through the first length when it dawned on her that, with John still in his chair, he could not see what her hands might be doing underwater. With that, she began to swipe at her boobs each time she pulled her hands back down to her sides. She slowed her pace now, giving each boob a bit more attention, running her palms over her nipples. But the action was in the wrong direction - her nipples would never pop free if she was only pulling on the bikini patches in that direction. And she wanted her stiff nipples freed.

By now, she had reached the end of the pool. She took a breather and looked back. John was still in his chair. Alright, the breasts stroke. Slower, and a better chance to rub her boobs, and this time in the right direction.

She pushed off, arms out ahead of her, then spread them wide and down for the power stroke. But on their way forward, she made a slight detour and rubbed her hands along the bikini patches before thrusting her arms forward. Nice! She wasn't sure, but she thought her nipples might already be uncovered. And a boob rub was never a bad thing, even if she was the one doing the rubbing.

On the second stroke, she took an extra half second and confirmed that yes, her nipples were out in the open! Her nips got a quick rub before she had to get back to swimming. Slow and easy, she kept stroking her anxious nipples with each pass of her hands. And the slow scissor kick didn't hurt either!

John, meanwhile, had been viewing and reviewing the video he'd snuck in of his Mom walking out of the house. He was watching in slo mo as her boobs bobbed and wobbled, both areolas partly in view - and those stiff nipples! He'd never thought of his mom as hot (well, until yesterday, anyway), but what a sexy body! He'd been rubbing his dick while Marie was swimming away from him, and he'd been so engrossed that she was halfway back to him and he still had his dick in his hand! At least he'd resisted pulling it fully out of his trunks, but the last inch or so was still out in the open. He quickly repositioned himself and straightened up a bit.

One advantage of the breasts stroke (yes, that pun had occurred to Marie as well) was that you could also see what was ahead. And what Marie saw puzzled her. Was John looking at his phone and rubbing his dick? I've got to up my game somehow, she thought. Another lap, and maybe exhaustion would strike - there's an idea. She double checked - yes, both nipples were still south of the bikini patches. And both very stiff.

When she reached the near edge of the pool, she called out, "Care to join me, John? The water's really nice." As she tread water, her nipples got continual rubs, though not as much they were asking for.

"Um - yeah, sure. I'll be in in a sec," John called out, his dick in no state for his mother to see at this point.

"Okay, but I may not last too much longer, I'm still tired from that session at the office." Not to mention all the sessions with her nipples, which actually did tire her some. She shoved off from the near edge and was halfway to the far end, getting in lots more breast strokes, when she heard the splash of John diving into the water, then the rapid, rhythmic splash of John doing the crawl. By the time she reached the far wall, he was right beside her.

Pausing to catch his breath, he challenged her to race back to the patio. "Sure, John, but give me the count of five for a head start, alright? I'm just not in very good shape."

During this exchange, of course, given their proximity, John had been getting distorted glances of his mom's boobs through the rippling water. Yep, sure looks like her nipples have slipped out. You're in great shape, he thought, but out loud he replied, "Alright, old woman, I'll give you to the count of five. One ... two..."

" 'Old woman,' am I? In that case, just give me a three count and we'll just see who wins!" she challenged. With a giant push, she was off at a fast crawl, really putting all she had into the effort.

John did count to three, but, with his dick still hard, he wanted to get out of the pool before his mom. He put everything into it as well, and pulled past her with enough time to climb out and plop into his chair, dripping wet, breathing hard, and amazingly, only semi-hard.





The other advantage to finishing first, of course, was it gave him the chance to see Marie stagger out of the pool, her legs rubbery, her boobs wobbly. The bikini patches had stayed up, now well over her nipples and revealing nearly all of her areolas as well. Her nipples were not as stiff as they were when he'd looked through the window as she changed, but neither were her nipples fully relaxed.

Marie shook her head, then reached back to squeeze some of the water out of her hair. The motions sent her boobs dancing, and the bikini slid up another half inch. Wait - were her nipples stiffening again? John was loving it, but had to adjust himself to keep his hardening dick from pushing out into the open.

For her part, Marie happened to glance down while squeezing her hair, only then realizing that her nipples had stayed fully out. She'd actually forgotten about her nipples for the last half length, but now realized that her plan had come together. She would feign ignorance of the wardrobe malfunction, plop in her chair, and after a bit, pretend to nap, leaving her nipples on full display. This could get fun, she thought, as she felt her nipples engorge once more.

Staggering to her chair, her heavy breathing doing wonderful things to her boobs, she plopped down heavily, her tits doing a double bounce before settling down. "Alright," she panted, "you win. ... I guess I do ... feel like, ... well, ... a 'middle aged' old woman. Out of shape, at least. ... And tired after that late night at the office." Leaning the chair back, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Well mostly, anyway.

"Ah, Mom, I was teasing. Yeah, you could do with some more exercise, but for a 'middle aged' woman, you do have quite the body," John finished. He had glanced at her closed eye lids, and then had taken a leisurely stroll with his eyes down her shapely and largely naked body, marveling at the bulging underboob and the way her nipples seemed to be stiffening, despite the warmth of the sun and the rigors of the swim.

"Well, it's been a tough year for exercise, but I have tried to watch my diet, at least," Marie replied, risking a veiled glance in John's direction. Sure enough, my nipples have his attention, she thought, then added to herself, and his big dick has mine. But let's let this play out a bit.

But first, "John, hand me my phone will you? Or just check to see if Kelli has texted, anyway."

John did as asked and replied, "Nope - no texts."

"Alright, thanks. Hope she lets me know about dinner soon. But for now, I think I'm going to see if a nap overtakes me." She really was tired, but also wanted to watch John watching her, and hopefully hear from Kelli before getting into anything, well, dangerous. She leaned the chair back, loving the feel of her boobs wobbling into place as she did so. A glance confirmed that her nipples were still naked, still stiff. She so much wanted to play with her nips, but for now, enjoy John looking at them.

"You go ahead," John replied, "the sun does feel good, and I might relax with my game a bit. And I'll keep an ear out for a text."

"Oh - your game? I think one of the words is 'Amber'."

"Yes, that works. Amber - just like ..."

Both minds flashed to the Literotica entry "Uncle Vern Plays With Me - Redux;" then both tried to retreat to safe ground.

"Like - wasn't there an 'Amber' in your 8th grade biology class?" Marie managed. "Or, wasn't' that the stuff in Jurassic Park with dinosaur DNA in it?"

"Um ... yeah, I think you're right. Couldn't place the face right off. Or the movie, but I think you're right." The real life Amber was hot, but, as far as John knew, not nearly as hot as the fictional version. John was thankful that his mom had bailed him out.

"Glad I could help," Marie said, rubbing her thighs together while imagining herself sitting on John's lap, his throbbing but otherwise unmoving dick deep inside her while he played with her naked boobs, keeping her nipples 'pert,' and the two of them watched two lesbians getting off on each other's nipples.

John picked up his phone and found the word game - and the camera! If he'd planned better, he would have arranged the chairs so that his was angled toward hers; as it was, he'd really have to be sure she was asleep before turning his camera toward her. Still, he could risk glances - long glances - at those amazing boobs and awesomely stiff nipples. Yep, eyes now closed. I wonder why her nipples are staying hard?

Marie knew that John was looking at her tits out of the corner of his eyes, and that was more than enough to keep her nipples stiff. But the stiffness that she could see herself just added to her excitement. John's swim suit was definitely bulging. Dang it, Kelli - let us know how long we have!

But as the minutes passed, Marie found that the swim, the late night, and the sun really were working their evil magic on her sleep center. Despite herself, she finally did drop off.

John, who had been waiting for the signs, soon noticed that Marie's breathing had slowed and become more regular. Beyond that, and somewhat to his disappointment, he noticed that her nipples were deflating. But at the same time, it was clear that his mom was down for the count.

After he double checked her eyes, John swung his phone around, clicked on the camera icon, and took a few pics. But somehow, it wasn't quite as exciting as he'd hoped. After all, her nipples were already out in the open, but what more was there to say? Well, she was amazingly sexy, but she was asleep, and her nipples were flattening.

John briefly toyed with the idea of touching her boobs, maybe even doing something with her bikini bottom. But Kelli could text at any moment, or the office could call, and the thought of his mom waking up while he was touching her in any way could put a permanent end to this fantasy. Don't mess with the goose with golden boobs.

So instead, after taking just a few pic (including zooming in until her boobs and nipples filled the entire screen), John turned his camera off (although he held it close on the chance she might start dreaming, which might lead to her nipples stiffening again) and contended himself with slowly rubbing his dick while drinking in her boobs and nipples.

In fact, after a few minutes, with her breathing still slow and regular, he risked pulling his cock completely free of the leg of his swim trunks. After all, he could quickly pull the trunks back down over his dick if anything should happen.

This was truly erotic, John thought. Unlike the scene in the kitchen, John felt free to rub his dick while feasting his eyes on his mom's amazing boobs and naked nipples, just feet away; nippes stiff or not, this was a sight to treasure, an experience to remember.

The status quo held for maybe 10 minutes when John, whose eyes only occasionally left his mom's nipples, noticed that her nips were starting to rise. There was a brief moment of panic before John checked Marie's eyes and noticed that, while tightly closed, her eyes were darting back and forth under the closed lids.

Cool, John thought - REM sleep achieved! He wondered what she might be dreaming about, but he didn't give it too much thought. After all, Marie was asleep and her nipples were getting stiff - what more did he need to know? He began to stroke his naked rod with more purpose, then pulled out his phone to snap a few more pics, zooming in on those now gloriously stiff nipples until just one areola and turgid nipple filled the screen. Then, he played with the angles until he got a few shots with both boobs and stiff nipples in glorious profile. Not totally overlapping, but lined up so he could independently see the awesome curves of each bosom, rising up to the twin peaks of her tits, both stiff nipples in independent view.

As luck would have it, Kelli chose that moment to text Marie's phone! Crap! John quickly switched to his game app and oh so carefully pulled the swim trunks down over his throbbing cock. He was so close to coming, but how would that play out? A mad dash to the bathroom? No, he needed to ride this out, willing himself not to fall over the edge by thinking about calculus, geology ... anything but how close he was to having an orgasm three feet from his mostly naked mom - and her still rising nipples!

Luck was on John's side as he breathed deeply and pushed his sperm back into his balls (is that really how it works, he wondered?). But Marie was stirring, and he managed to reach for her phone once his throbbing cock had been covered.

But there on her phone was a text from Kelli - "Spending the day with Vickie. Dinner out. Don't wait up." John didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Or maybe which way to be happy. A day without playing with Kelli's nipples or filling her hungry cunt with the load of sperm now waiting to eject? Or instead, he might now have a day with his mom - would she leave her nipples hanging out? For how long? How would the day go?

Marie, only half conscious, mumbled, "Wazzat my phone?"

"Uh ... yeah. Seems that Kelli won't be home until late."

In a half second, Marie was wide awake - her wish had come true! But she had to play along for a bit. "Really? Lemme see the phone," she managed with what she hoped was a groggy sounding response.

John handed his mother the phone, and she pulled up her chair to focus on the text. John kept stealing glances at her nipples, which seemed, if anything, to be getting stiffer!

Thinking quickly, Marie pulled up the plan she had developed for this much hoped for scenario, but took a few moments for effect. "Well, that's too bad, I would have liked to have seen Vickie again."

"Me, too," John said truthfully, thinking briefly about Vickie's big boobs and ever stiff nipples. But wait - I've got mom's bare boobs and pert nipples right here!

And then Marie put her plan into gear. Handing the phone back to John, she looked down, in an exaggerated fashion, at her protruding nipples and quietly said, "Oh, my ..." She adjusted her top so that her nipples were once again covered. But funny thing, the edges of her areolas were still in view. Guess they were below her line of sight.

John sighed inwardly while taking her phone and picking up his own. But the still visible massive underboobs, as well as her areolas, were certainly a teat. I mean treat. Despite his disappointment at finding his mom's nipples covered, John smiled inwardly at the word play.

Marie had not expected a full day with John, but nonetheless she had played out some scenarios in her mind earlier, while she was still alone in the kitchen.

Should she come clean to John? Admit that, at first, she had been reluctant to wear the skimpy bikini, but then realized she liked being admired, even by own son? Explain that she realized that this was not really fair to John? But then what? But in scenario two, if she had continued to display her naked nipples, they would both know that she wanted him. And then, how would they both act around Kelli? Probably it was better to pretend that he didn't know, even though both clearly did.

She had played out the dialogue in her head for the first scenario:

"John, I feel like I owe you an apology, and I want to make a clean breast of the situation."

John, of course, would freeze on the word "breast," then wonder whether he's getting an invitation to wash my tits in the shower. My nipples will contract. "Huh?" will be his articulate response.

"Well, it's about the bathing suit, mostly," I will go on. "See, I hadn't intended to wear it in front of you, since, well, it does expose a whole lot of my bosoms," including, on a few occasions, some very stiff nipples, "and, well, I'm not sure if you noticed how much of my boobs I was showing," (right!), "and I'm afraid that, more than just my boobs, well, I mean, once or twice, my um - my nipples might have slipped out, too, like just now when I came out of the pool and lay in the chair."

At this point, John could be honest and say, "Well, actually I did notice, and your tits and especially your nipples, which are amazing."

I would blush and say, "Well, thank you John, I kind of guessed you liked my boobs and nipples."

Or, backing up, John could lie and say, "Oh, gee, Mom, I hope you weren't embarrassed by what happened, because, well, you're my Mom, and I just didn't pay your nipples any notice. And if I had mentioned that your nipples had slipped out, well, that would have been awkward, so I just stayed quiet. Probably Kelli felt the same thing." Right - all Kelli did was feel the competition to show off more of her own areolas and stiff nipples.

In either case, I might go on with, "Be that as it may, you are a young man, and even though I'm your mom, I have to think that, well, a boobs are boobs and a nipples are nipples, even if they happen to be on your Mom's 42 year old body. And it might not have been fair of me to show off so much of my bosoms. And especially my nipples, even if by mistake."

John might interject (I would hope), "Oh, gee, Mom, you've got an amazing body, and, well, the few glances I stole in your direction were, um, pretty hot. That suit really is amazing," especially when your nipples slip out, he would be thinking.

"I guess the points - I mean the point is, I found it a little exciting to be dressed that way - which is why I bought the suit in the first place - and having the two of you around kind of made it even more exciting, even if you weren't really looking at my boobs and nipples." Right.

But then where would the conversation go? Do I give him permission to look? Swear him to secrecy with his sister? Would it be as much of a thrill if he was free to look at my tits and nipples as much as he wants? Or should I continue to pretend, against all rational logic, that I'm not aware of the boob and nipple show I'm putting on and continue to tease him? She had never fully worked out a reasonable plan.

Back to the present...

In less than a second from the moment Marie covered her nipples, the germ of a new idea formed, and Marie decided to take it and run with it. She figured her lawyering experience should guide her through.

After what she felt would be perceived by John as a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Were my ... um ... were my nipples out in the open this whole time, John? Like, the whole time I was sleeping?"

"Oh ... your nipples? Um ... I'm not sure ... See, I was playing my game..."

Time to take the bull by the horns. "John, there have been a few things on my mind recently," (really, just one - a big, long thing for sure, but just one "thing"), "and I thought now would be a good time to bring them up." Way up. And in. Deeply in.

John was apprehensive, especially since Marie had covered her nipples and now even her areolas. His prick retreated a bit. But there was still so much underboob to take in! Those curves were just ...

"John, my eyes are up here." The old phrase meant nothing to John, she knew, but it caught his attention. At least briefly. But the lure of exposed breast flesh was too much of a draw.

"You'll be heading off to college soon, and," following a mental diversion from her basic plan, "I just wondered whether you'd ever seen an old movie called 'The Graduate.'" She held her breath, but all she got was a brief blank stare (John's eyes were back at her underboob in a flash) and a mumbled, "un-unh."

Marie relaxed and her words came out in a rush, and she was thankful for the lawyering practice, which helped her construct arguments on the spot. "That's alright, it had to do with career advice for a kid just out of college, and plastics are sort of a dirty word these days, and I know you'll find your own way anyway."

John was having a WTF moment, but, at least so far, he was not in trouble and his Mom was not demanding more than the occasional glance at her face. His dick began to swell again.

"But the point is," developing a game plan as she went, "it only struck me just yesterday that you've grown up without a father figure to guide you through adolescence, to give you dating advice, to, well, tell you how to treat girls and women."

John's apprehension faded completely, and with the mental relaxation, he managed a complete and, he thought, pretty well reasoned response. He even split the boob and eye time more evenly. Well, he tried, anyway. "Oh, that's cool, Mom, don't beat yourself up. You know Kelli and I both had sex ed, I know all about VD and AIDS, and we even, um, practiced putting a condom on a cucumber." He didn't know why, but that last admission made him blush.

Marie shifted in her chair as well, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she imagined sliding a condom over her son's long, hard dick. Even though there was no need. John took in the long view up his Mom's thighs to a brief camel toe view, then bounced back to the wobble in her bosoms that her movement had caused. Were her nipples getting stiffer under the bikini patches? Sure looked like it. Oh, and a bonus - a bit of areola again!

"Yes, all parents got a briefing on what was going to be covered, John, but that only scratches the surface. That would be like you putting a tennis racket in my hand, showing me how to swing," with your lean, hard body pressed up behind mine (especially that hardon against my backside), she thought, "and expecting me to go out and play at Wimbledon.

"You need to learn whether to aim your serve straight down the middle," down the middle of my cleavage, "go for a body shot," oh, shoot all over my body(!), "what the best approach shot is, how to keep your balls in play." She liked that last one!

"But perhaps more important is knowing where the boundaries are. You lose a couple of points letting your balls go 'out of bounds'," without thinking about it, she shifted a bit, making her own points wobble again, bikini patches lifting another millimeter up her areolas "and your whole game plan can be shot down. And a game misconduct on this court could follow you all the way to the Supreme Court. Not that anyone seems to care that much these days..."

"Great metaphor, Mom - and it is too bad that women obviously still aren't believed - but I think I can handle myself, if I get a chance." "Handling himself" was all he'd been able to do - at least up until yesterday, he thought, grinning inwardly.

"Well, I've given some serious thought to your limited sex education," more than you know, "and because I've been negligent in this area, I think we should talk a bit more deeply about it," really deeply, she thought. "In fact, perhaps an even better idea would be to do some 'role playing,' if you're willing. I think it could really help you out at college if you understand better how girls think and act." There was her play, laid out for the taking; but would he play with her, lay with her, and please god, take her?

John nodded mutely, not daring to think where this might go. His Mom's nipples seemed to be getting stiffer, and it was getting - um - harder - to look at her face.

Marie pressed on. It seemed that she could suggest anything, so long as he could keep looking at her boobs and nipples. The visual caresses were nice - very nice - and her nipples had begun to throb.

She was also getting wetter in anticipation of taking this all the way, as it were. "If you're okay with this, I'm willing to pretend to be your date, and alert you when you might be going too fast, too slow, or whatever. Now, depending on how things go, and how you feel about it all, things might get a little - um - awkward. But so long as you're game, I feel I owe this to you. This may be an 'old school' approach, but for the right girl, it could make all the difference."





Wow, thought John, his mind reeling from the paths his hormones were taking his thoughts. Could she really be thinking about having sex with me?? His manhood grew a little further. His eyes widened, and he actually made eye contact with his Mom for a full five seconds. Put on a brave, sacrificing face, he told himself. Then, out loud, "Gee, Mom, you really don't have to. ... Lots of guys grow up without Dads. And I've talked with guys who've made it with girls. ... But if you think you need to, I'm here."

It seemed he was in. Perhaps later, he'd be all in. She shivered involuntarily at the thought, her tits wobbling, her nipples stiffening further, bikini patches losing their areolar grip. "Well, 'making it' with a girl and developing a real relationship are two different things. I would hope you're interested in something long term. Anyway, I'm glad you're willing to work with me.

'Now, let's start slow, because that's how any truly important relationship will go. First, how about a hug." John's face flushed, he gave a brief glance at his crotch, and mumbled, "Well, ... right now?"

Marie figured out the "problem" in a flash and was prepared with a response. "It's okay, John. You're a young man, and here I am sitting here in not very many clothes. Actually, it's kind of flattering to know that my old body could interest a young ..."

"Oh, Mom, kidding aside, you're not 'old,' and really, you look fabulous!"

"Anyway, let's just get this 'little problem' out of the way." Not little by a long shot, she mused. "I won't hold it against you," I'd rather hold it against me! "if you should have an erection, or a hardon, or whatever kids call it these days, by whatever we might do today. Oh, and I guess I'd rather that we keep these 'lessons' between just you and me."

"Mum's the word, Mum," he said with a smile. Still embarrassed by the state of his manhood, John rose and moved toward Marie, holding his arms out. He always enjoyed Mom's hugs, since she always leaned in and he got to feel her bountiful boobs pressing into his chest.

But when Marie approached him, she leaned forward, only making contact at shoulder level with her arms and cheeks. No boob to chest contact at all. Confused and deflating a little, John tried to pull her closer, but Marie pulled away.

"Not much of a hug," John grumbled.

"Right, and that's lesson one. What do you read from that?"

"I dunno, maybe you're mad or something?"

"Well, in real life, if a situation involving a hug comes up and that's all the girl gives you, then accept it. Don't try to pull her closer, 'cause she's given you a sign that the only reason she's hugging you is because she 'has to.' Let's try again."

John wondered whether he was going to get the same treatment as before, but was pleasantly surprised when his Mom leaned in and give him a good, big boob hug. But it was brief - she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, mashed her breast into his chest, but was letting go in just two seconds. John thought he'd felt her nipples, but he wasn't sure. He kept holding on, trying to push his hips forward to make contact, until Marie pushed on his shoulders, despite her desire to feel more (so much more!) of his body.

"Remember, John, only take what the woman is willing to give. What do you interpret here?"

"Well, I guess you - I mean the girl - doesn't mind that I could feel - her boobs, I mean breasts, but I guess she's not really into me?"

"That's alright, John, I know all the terms, so boobs or tits is fine. But you're right. 'She's not really into you.' But be patient, get to know her, and things might change. One more time?"

This time, what John and Marie had both been hoping for transpired. Marie not only pressed her boobs into John, but edged in closer, moving one foot between his and the other outside his left leg so that she could feel his belly against hers, his thigh between her legs, and most importantly, his rapidly growing manhood against her own thigh.

Her nipples, already stiff, went to full on throbbing in two heart beats, and she held the pose, wordlessly, for a good ten seconds, slowly pushing into and then rubbing her crotch into John's thigh and her thigh into John's dick. Her pulse and breathing both picked up.

Without breaking contact, she whispered, "So, what do you think this time?"

"I ... uh ... guess this 'girl' is quite a bit more into me than the other two," John managed. He definitely felt her nipples against his chest, and what she was doing with his dick had him trembling.

"Yes, right. Now remember, you can lean in a little, but never push it." Oh, will it feel good when he's pushing it into me!

"Alright," she managed, reluctantly pulling away. She was pleased that John let her do so. He might learn to be a gentleman after all. But let him be a gentleman with the college girls, not with me! "Now, let's go for a kiss. I know, this might get awkward, but let's see how it goes. First, let's separate, then move in for a kiss."

When John moved back toward his Mom, she leaned to the side, kissing him on the cheek and avoiding body contact. "Okay, I get it," John volunteered, "this is the 'social kiss' from someone not looking for any emotion."

"Good, John, you're catching on. Try again."

The next kiss was full on the mouth, but with puckered lips, as they always had, and the kiss was brief. Again, no body contact. "That was you kissing me goodnight when I was a kid," John observed. "Better than a kiss on the cheek, but, if you were my date, time to say goodnight." Marie smiled and nodded her appreciation - he was catching on. But both players in the game started to feel blood rushing to erogenous zones as they anticipated the next step.

"You might want to close your eyes when our lips meet for this next step, John. First, so you can pretend I'm your date and not your Mom, and second, because, well, most people do. It would be weird looking into someone's eyeball from just inches away. Let's see how this goes. Follow my lead, pretend I'm your date, and don't pucker this time. Pretend I'm that tennis girl - Brandi was it? And if it gets too weird, just pull away." Oh, please, don't let it feel too weird!

As they approached each other, they reached out with their arms, moving into a tentative hug. Marie allowed her nipples to make light contact with John, but no more. John pulled on her body lightly, but stopped when Marie resisted. Good, Marie thought; more will come soon enough! They each tipped their heads to the right, and made contact with their lips. But instead of a pucker, Marie met John with her lips soft. John let his lips go soft as well. But the rest of his body was tense, and some several inches of him was definitely not soft. Neither were Marie's nipples, which were once again contacting her son's chest. Even through the bikini patches, her nipples were electric!

The kiss lasted for maybe five seconds. It was soft, it was sensual. Marie let her lips linger on John's as blood pumped heavily into her throbbing nipples and pussy.

And yes, it was weird, for both of them:

John: Think Brandi. She's hot, great tits just like... Mom! I'm kissing my mother! Her boobs feel so great. Are those her nipples poking into me? Brandi, think Brandi. My dick is so hard, I want to just rub it into ... Mom. What is wrong with me? Her mouth feels so soft, so sensuous...

Marie: This a "lesson." Sure, you want that hard dick inside you, but ... Kenny, think of Kenny and how he kissed your lips and your nipples! John! This is John. Rub those hot, stiff nipples into his chest, just let those lips do what feels good. When to stop...

Sure, they loved each other, but it was the love of a parent for their child and vice versa. But they also both wanted each other, wanted to get naked and give in to all of their desires. But this was a "lesson."

The kiss ended when John's dick made contact with his Mom's thigh. They both inhaled a bit, causing greater boobs to chest contacts, and pulled their heads back to make eye contact. In addition to the continued boobs to chest contact and dick to thigh contact. "You alright, John?"

A nod was the only response of which he was capable. Well, that and a twitch in his cock. "Okay," Marie continued, relishing the feel of her son's twitchy dick, but ignoring it for the sake of the "lesson." "In that case, I'm, um, going to pretend that you're my - well, my 'boyfriend' - I'll call you 'Kenny' in my head - and that I've decided that I really like you. I hope this act will help you know how to read the signs when you're with a real date." Marie felt her nipples stiffen even a bit more as she remembered how Kenny used to suck on her nips by the hour...

"You're the best, Mom - I mean Brandi," John managed as another anticipatory convulsion traveled down his cock. Marie shivered in response, her nipples rubbing John's chest in the process.

The kiss started as before - soft lips meeting soft lips. Boobs, nipples, and dick still making contact. Then Marie started to move her mouth - god, it's been years, she thought - working her lips to pull on John's, release a bit, then mash in a bit tighter, twisting her head for a different angle.

But when her tongue touched John's lips, the fire really erupted in both of them. John pulled his Mom closer, and she did not resist. In fact, she was pulling him close nearly as hard as he. She rotated her torso, relishing the feel of her bikini covered breasts rubbing against her son's chest, wishing that she could feel her engorged nipples pulling on his skin. Marie pushed harder into her son's thigh, and her breathing sped when she felt how truly long and hard her son was. John, too, was now breathing more heavily.

Then John took the hint and met Mari's tongue. She withdrew and opened her jaws, allowing John to run his tongue over her lips, to find her teeth parted, to explore that warm, moist cavity. Marie realized that she had begun to hump her son as the thought of having her other warm, moist cavity probed washed through her sex-starved brain.

A lesson! This is supposed to be a lesson! Sure, he knows that I know we both want to fuck, but the pretense is the thing right now. She broke the kiss and shut down the autopilot mode in her hips - though she did not break contact. She pulled her chest back enough to look at John, but left her nipples in contact with his chest. Long, hard, tingling contact.

"You - um - you picked up on that kissing - French kissing - lesson very nicely," she managed, trying to control her breathing, wishing she could be playing with her nipples - or have John do the nipple play.

She heaved a big sigh, causing her nipples to rub up and down John's chest, then pushed away. "For this next lesson, John, I need to put on some clothes. You'll understand in a few minutes."

"Whatever you say, Teach," John replied, somewhat disappointed that more clothes were needed. But the way things were going, he had his hopes (among other things) up. He sat down and idly rubbed his dick while wondering what might come next. Or when he might.

Marie dashed into her room and closed the door - mainly so John wouldn't hear her whimpering, since she was out of her bikini in a flash, cupping her generous boobs and pulling hard on her anxious nipples. She was wet and ready, and a mini orgasm overtook her in seconds as she mauled her boobs and nips.

But back to the lesson. She opened her underwear drawer and quickly found the bra she was looking for. It was frilly and definitely see-through, but at least it wasn't a half cup. She donned it quickly, but not without tweaking her nipples several times in the process. Looking in the mirror, there was no doubt that her nipples were stiff, as they tented the delicate fabric.

She reached back in the drawer for some panties, then reconsidered - what was the point? No lesson in putting them on, and some sort of lesson in leaving them off. She grabbed some tissues, wiped away her wetness, and pulled on one of her shorter skirts.

Just a bra and skirt? No, a flimsy blouse really was needed. Reluctantly, she buttoned it up and tucked it in.

Needless to say, John was disappointed to see his mom walking back to him fully clothed. Were the lessons over? But, seeing his crestfallen look, she smiled and reassured him, "It's okay, John, we're just going on to another aspect of dating. If you hope to get to second base, and not have you're girl laughing at you instead of moaning, then you'll need a few tips - and some practice."

"You know, I've heard guys talking about getting to second base, but what ..."

"Don't worry, John, you'll figure it out. Now let's start kissing again, but after a while, try to feel my bare back."

"But you've got..."

"Work it out, John, work it out." And at some point, I'll work that dick out of your suit, she thought.

John stood, and as they got close, she whispered, "Nice to see you again, 'Kenny,' I've missed you."

John only missed one beat before coming back with, "Glad to see you, too, 'Brandi.' "

The kiss started as before - soft and sensuous - and each was developing more comfort with the pretense. Soon, Marie's boobs were pressed into John's chest, and John's hard dick was pressing into Marie's thigh. Their hands were rubbing up and down each other's backs, and their breathing got heavier.

Then John remembered the syllabus - try to touch Marie's bare back. What to do? Well, let's pull that blouse out of the skirt. He got a grip on the fabric and started to pull.

But then, Marie pushed his arm away. John broke the kiss, opened his eyes and spat out, "But you said..."

"Respect the resistance. But if 'Brandi' doesn't break the kiss, give it a minute and try again. Read that as a 'maybe later,' not a 'no.' "Marie's nipples were burning with desire, but the lesson needed to be taught. And the delayed gratification was just making her nips and pussy all the hotter.

The kiss resumed, and when John worked on the blouse again, Marie's push on the arm was half-hearted. No more than 30 seconds later, John tried again, and this time, there was no resistance. As the blouse came loose from the skirt, Marie began Frenching John furiously, and shifted her body to bring her pussy into contact with John's twitching dick.

John's hands roamed over Mari's bare back. Well, bare, save for the bra strap. Was this part of the lesson? Was he supposed to try to undo it? He spent some time feeling for the catch, and was rewarded by heavier breathing and deeper kissing.

But poor John didn't have a clue. Yes, he'd gone through his mother's underwear drawer, as well as his sister's, pulled out a DD bra or two, and imagined how their soft, warm boobs and stiff nipples would fit into those wonderfully large cups (would the nipples poke through) - but the loops and hooks? They had held no interest for him. Until now, when it seemed that undoing them might - just might - result in gaining him access to his mother's naked tits. Not just to look at, but to touch as well! Dang, I'm going to need two hands.

But as John started to bring both hands up to the clasp, Marie broke her kiss and moved her mouth to John's neck. The feel of her soft, wet lips on John's neck sent a shiver up his spine and down his dick, and he temporarily lost focus.

Before he began to fumble again, Marie whispered instructions, pausing occasionally to kiss John's neck while she continued to rub her stiff nipples into his chest and her pussy into his dick.

"There's a trick you should learn, John - it might help you out with 'Brandi' or whoever. If you can undo a bra with one hand, then you can use the other hand for - um - more productive pursuits." Like cupping my boobs and rubbing my hungry nipples. "Take your fingers and find where the two pieces meet. One overlaps the other where the catch is. That's it. Now bring your thumb in to push on the lower strap and use your fingers to get some traction on the top side of the strap. Push with your thumb and pull back with your fingers. You might need to dig in with your nails a bit. You got one catch ... try again ... Nice job, John!"

"Wow - never knew that could be done," said John, as he immediately started moving his hands to Marie's front. He would definitely want to remember that trick!

God, she wanted his hands on her aching boobs, but let's be thorough. "Hold on, kiddo. 'Brandi' is for sure going to let you get to caressing her boobs, but one of the most important lessons is to make the girl feel good, feel respected. That you're anxious to please her and not just yourself," Marie panted into John's neck.

"Alright, so ..." Dang I just want to get to her tits!

"Rub my back, John - rub 'Brandi's' back, especially where the straps were. Maybe scratch a little - it relieves the muscle tension," or builds it, Marie mused, "and shows you care about her pleasure. And kiss my - kiss 'Brandi's' neck, John; maybe nibble an earlobe. Oh, that does feel nice," she oozed, in more ways than one, picking up the rubbing of her own body against John's. Just another minute, and she'd let his hands get to her hungry boobs!

A minute after John started nuzzling his Mom's neck, he said, "Wow, Mom - I didn't know you were wearing perfume! You smell great!"

"Um ... yes, I put some on today. And when you kiss 'Brandi' on her neck, her perfume might come out more strongly if you're ... if you're causing her to flush a bit," Marie managed, not sure if "turning her on" was the right phrase for John to hear, even though her nipples were definitely turned on, and she could feel the flush in her face.

John figured he'd process that turn of phrase later. Right now, he was too anxious to get to his Mom's boobs. He tried to be subtle, rubbing her back in bigger circles, then moving his hands to her sides, waist level, spending less and less time on her back. Then he began to move them up. John's dick was leaking, and Marie's nipples were hard as rocks. She thought about complimenting him on his technique, but resisted. She just wanted him rubbing her stiff nipples too badly. I'm almost there, he thought - I'm nearly touching my mom's boobs! There's the edge of the bra! Now, just lift the cup out and ...

"This blouse is too tight, um, lover - you'll need to undo it. You'll notice that the buttons work the opposite way of a man's shirt."

Christmas! John thought. I'm all but there and now there's buttons! Then again, this surely means I get to see Mom's tit's as well as feel them! Doesn't it?

Marie, whose nipples were begging for attention, fought through the fog of desire to figure out next steps - how to make this a "lesson."

Both were breathing heavily as John fumbled with the buttons. Although, he did take the time to press the backs of his hands into his Mom's big, soft boobs as he struggled with the buttons in the middle. Is she really going to let me see her beautiful boobs? Hold her tits in my hand? Kiss her amazing nipples??

When the last button was undone, John immediately moved his hands inside the blouse. He felt the lower edge of her bra rub the side of his hands as they made contact at the lower portion of her rib cage. Was she going to stop him? Give him more tips? The only tips he really wanted were now just inches away!

With trembling hands, he proceeded, sliding them underneath the now loose bra cups. He nearly came when he felt the warm, soft underside of Marie's amazing boobs on the backs of his hands, rising out from her chest. He was vaguely aware that she was breathing deeply.

Sliding the palms of his hands along the skin of her chest, they made the turn outward as they followed the contours of her heavy, well rounded boobs. He had been kissing his mother's neck, but was now totally focused on the sensations from his hands. Well, that and his pulsing dick.





Moving ever outward, his palms were now full of firm but pliant breast flesh. And then, and then - stiff nipples right at the sides of his hands, right in the crook between thumb and index finger! He sucked in his breath, fighting to control the churning in his balls.

"Just a bit more physiology, John," Marie managed, despite her needy nipples.

John silently cursed, but, well, she was his mom, and she could stop things at any moment, unlikely though it seemed. "Mmm?" he managed, his lips still working on her neck. His hands were now cupping Marie's boobs, her rock hard nipples burning into his palms.

"What does it tell you when you see, or feel, that a girl's nipples are hard?"

John paused, needing more blood flow to areas of his brain doing more than just processing his sense of touch. "Um - that you're - I mean, that she is 'excited?'"

"Often true, but don't jump to conclusions. If a girls is chilly, her nipples will also get stiff."

"Gosh, are you chilly, Mom?"

"Um - no, not really. In fact, let's get this blouse and bra completely off, alright? Suddenly, I'm very warm," she purred.

Alright??!! Although it meant leaving his Mom's nipples and boobs alone for a moment, John was anxiously helping Marie out of her clothes in a heartbeat.

When her upper garments had been tossed aside, John couldn't resist pausing, holding his Mom's shoulders at arm's length so that he could finally gaze at his mother's fully naked boobs, her ever so stiff nipples pointing at his own bare chest. "God, you're beautiful, Mom," he whispered.

The word "Mom" struck a nerve. Suddenly embarrassed at fully displaying her tits to her son, Marie reached out and pulled John into a tight embrace. Somehow, showing off her boobs, and even her nipples at the pool yesterday was more about exhibitionism - somehow less threatening, less private and intimate than allowing her own son to see her naked tits when it was just the two of them. "Brandi, lover ... Remember I'm Brandi. Depending on the girl and her level of experience, you might find that she's shy or a bit embarrassed when you finally get her top off."

But Marie's emotions were quickly forgotten as she processed the sensations coming from her swollen boobs as they pressed into her son's hard chest. With just a deep breath, she could feel her nipples sliding along his bare skin. And his long, hard dick was pulsing against her thigh.

John tried to process how his mom could be shy or embarrassed. He thought about how she had displayed her nipples to him at the pool yesterday and again this morning (could it really have been accidental??) and how far they had already gone today. He tried to work up a comment along those lines, but he thought better of it. Instead, he, too, took a moment to process the feeling of those firm pillows pressing into his chest, and of how awesome it felt knowing that his dick was pressing into her thigh. He began to move his hands up her sides again, closing in on the edges of those amazing boobs.

And Marie wrestled down her inhibitions once again. When she felt John's hands reach the undersides of her boobs, she closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, relishing the feel of a man's hands starting to cup her abundant, naked boobs as she simultaneously ground her crotch more tightly against her son's throbbing member.

When John reached Marie's ever so stiff nipples, they both sucked in their breaths, fighting to keep from losing control. There was so much more that both of them wanted.

After the short pause, Marie arched her torso away from John, allowing him more unfettered access to the globes of her breasts, the turgid points that were her hungry nipples. But no way was she backing away from contact with his dick.

John was beside himself with lust. Sure, he had held and played with his sister's boobs and nipples, but she had seemed to be the one in charge - he was only being allowed to satisfy Kelli's insatiable desire to have her nipples played with. But now, Marie was giving him permission to explore the fullness of her breasts, to play with her nipples on his own terms. He desperately wanted to look at her boobs, to kiss those amazing orbs, to suck her stiff nipples into his hungry mouth - but she continued to hold his head deeply into her neck. He contented himself with toying with her nipples, expecting that more - hopefully much more - was in his future.

And toy with her nipples he did. He rubbed those nips against his palms, he slowly used his index fingers to roll her nipples around in circles, he pinched those pylons between thumbs and forefingers, first gently, then a little more roughly.

"You've got good instincts ... Kenny, but ease up a bit on my nipples. I know some girls might like things a little rougher, but a little more gently would be good for me." She paused, then added, "Maybe we should move to my bedroom at this point," reluctantly backing away from contact with her son's hard, hard dick.

As Marie lay down on the bed, topless, John was once again captivated. Her breasts wobbled delightfully as she lay down, then came to rest with stiff nipples pointing to the ceiling and only a slight sag of boob flesh oozing left and right - but that sag only served to create an awesome sideboob look. Marie's long hair framed her pretty, smiling face as she held her arms out, whispering, "Lay down beside me, Kenny, and let's pick up where we left off. I'm thinking that you want more time to explore my boobs, and that's always a good place to start with Brandi or whoever."

"M ... Brandi, you look amazing!" John murmured as he lay on the bed next to Marie.

"Compliments are always nice," Marie cooed.

Now, finally, John had an up close and very personal view of Marie's swollen boobs and stiff nipples, and an open invitation to "explore." Leaning his head on his right hand, he placed his left on Marie's ribcage, a little below her left boob. He slid his hand north until he reached the rise of breast flesh, then slowly slid his hand up and out compressing her boob a bit, causing her tit to rise ever higher, her nipple now pointing a bit more toward her head.

"Your breast is so soft, but firm at the same time - your boob feels - divine I guess is the right word. And it's so much more than a handful," he enthused.

Marie was watching John's face, and his adoration of her boobs was written in the soft smile, the wide eyes, the oh so evident pleasure he was getting from just cupping her one boob. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her breasts that way that, even though he was her own son, she felt suddenly proud of her tits - and she also felt a warmth and wetness down below. Unconsciously, she began to press her thighs together, moving them slowly back and forth to massage her clit. She wondered when he would get to her nipple.

She didn't have to wait long. John lifted his hand free of her bosom, which quickly settled back to its rest position, and then, very delicately, he brought his index finger straight down on the end of her left nipple, which seemed to strain upward even more at its approach. Even though Marie had been watching her son's finger descend on her turgid nipple, the eventual contact brought a sharp but quiet "Oh," from her lips as she turned her head away, and a flush ran through her body.

"That couldn't have hurt, could it, M... Brandi?"

"N... no, I'm alright, Kenny - I guess I'm really immersing myself in my character is all. Keep ... keep going."

"Good, because I really want to play with your nipples for a while - if that's alright."

"Good - good foreplay, Kenny. Girls like it when you take your time adoring their bodies."

With that, John returned to his close examination of his mom's nipple. He pushed gently down on the throbbing nubbin, marveling at how her nip held its shape as the surrounding breast flesh indented in response to the pressure on the nipple. "Amazing ..." John murmured.

Then it was John's turn to jump as he felt his mother's delicate hand rub gently over his throbbing cock. "Just staying in character, Kenny. At this stage, you can expect a girl to want to touch you as well," she continued, as she turned her hand around to caress the entire length of his long, hard, twitching dick. "Mmm ..." Marie hummed, surprised when she realized that she had verbalized the thrill she was feeling. She wanted him to fill her pussy so badly - but delaying that eventuality added to the spice of the moment.

"Um - okay, Brandi - just ... just take it easy," John replied as he felt some precum ooze its way down his urethra.

John did his best to ignore the amazing feel of his mom's gentle touch on his sensitive dick - he was too high already. Instead, he focused on the equally stimulating sight of his finger as he tried pushing Marie's nipple from side to side, then around in a circle. Her nipple was so stiff that no amount of pressure could alter the pillar-like shape of her nip; rather, the flesh of her areola and bosom absorbed the push.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught the motion of his Mom's right hand as it rose from her side to cup her right breast, lifting it higher toward the ceiling. The nipple on that boob was just as stiff as the nip he was already playing with. It dawned on John that "Kelli" must be feeling such a sense of excitement that she couldn't resist further stimulating herself. He remembered watching Marie through the window bringing herself to nipple orgasms as he and Kelli had fucked outside. It raised his level of eroticism to realize that she was that hot - and all due to him!

As Marie closed in on her right nipple, John spread his fingers and gently rubbed the ends of his four fingers back and forth across her left nipple, concentrating his mind on the sensations from each finger pad in turn, feasting his eyes on his Mom's nipple as it emerged between his fingers. Marie, he noticed, was mirroring his maneuver. Her left hand, while now firmly griping his dick, was blessedly still as, it seemed, Marie was focusing on the sensations from her nipples. Her eyes were now closed, and John noticed that her mouth was open and that she was breathing even more heavily.

John couldn't believe how hot she was, and how erotic it was to have his mom holding his dick and playing with her right nipple while he toyed with the left nip. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that her right leg was raised and that she was rocking it back and forth; was she rubbing her clit with that maneuver? John's dick twitched again at the thought, and more precum escaped. In answer to the twitch, Marie gave his dick a harder squeeze. "Easy ... Brandi. I'm pretty close."

"You feel so good, Kenny - and so big and hard," Marie replied softly, although she did ease up on her grip on his cock.

"And your boobs and nipples are incredible, Brandi. I love watching you play with your nipple - that is so hot." John wanted to move on to kissing his mom's boob, but he also wanted to watch as he moved on to the next phase of manual nipple play - pinching, squeezing, and pulling on the turgid nip. He loved that even her areola and part of the white portion of her boob was crinkled up. And for sure, she wasn't cold!

Using his thumb and first two fingers, John gripped her nipple and gave it a squeeze while twisting and pulling it up toward the ceiling. Her boob followed the nipple, becoming more cone shaped - and Marie worked on her other nip in parallel fashion. Marie could feel the tension in her body rising, her pussy pulsing in anticipation as she felt a nipple orgasm building. How would she handle that moment, she wondered. And how would John? Me having a nipple orgasm would be quite the surprise for John. [Not!] Better let go of that dick now, she thought with some remorse. She didn't want to inadvertently push John over the edge, too. She wanted to feel him planting his seed deep in her pussy, not on the inside of his swim trunks!

John pulled up harder on her nipple as he tightened his grip, the areola elongating along with the nipple. Then, as had to happen, her nip slipped from his grip, causing her boob to collapse downward, and then rebound up again, bouncing twice before settling into its normal, well rounded shape. A millisecond later, Marie pulled harder on her right nipple causing that nubbin to slip free as well. And when that happened, so did the nipple orgasm that had been building. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, turned her head away from John, and squeezed her thighs together while muffling an "Oooohhhh, my god," as the nipple orgasm washed over her.

"Jeez, M ... Brandi - did you just have an orgasm from the two of us playing with your nipples?!" John had noticed that Marie had released his dick, and was thankful for the fact as he had had to suck in his breath and will his sperm back down, so erotic was the sight of his Mom having a nipple orgasm, right before his eyes, no less.

Marie took a few moments to calm herself, although her hand had gone back to cupping her abundant right boob, a finger slowly moving out to once again toy with her nipple. "Yes - Kenny, I just had what you'd call a 'nipple orgasm.' You should know that not many women will react that way, although playing with a girl's breasts and nipples will definitely heat her up."

"But you're back to playing with your nipple," John observed, as he followed suit on her left nip. "When I ... um ... when I have an orgasm, I'm pretty much done, at least for a while."

"Right. One of the great things about being a woman is that most of us can be 'multi-orgasmic' - we can have an orgasm and still be high and anxious for more," she continued, once again searching out and finding her son's rigid tool.

"Wow - wish I could do that," John marveled as he watched his Mom's nipples rebuild to fully erect as Marie continued to toy with her right nip and his stiff cock. But he had wanted to suck on his Mom's nipples for so long that he couldn't wait any more, blurting out, "Can I kiss your breast now? And your nipple?"

Still working to maintain the teacher role, she replied, "It's always good to ask, Kenny, but yes, I want you to do that - kiss my bosom, and lick and suck on my nipple. And at this stage, you should feel free to put your hand on your girl's thigh and see how far you can get. She may push you away - or not - but you can keep trying so long as you don't force things."

John, trying to take this all in, gently placed his right hand on Marie's left thigh, a few inches above her knee. Her flesh was so warm and soft! He started a slow circling motion and was rewarded with a gentle squeeze on his very hard, very sensitive dick. His mouth was now inches from his Mom's glorious boob, but he had to hold off from kissing that luscious mound until he had regained control. Her thigh felt great, but he really wanted to kiss her boob.

Marie sensed the problem and kept the hand on his cock still - she also really wanted him loving up her bosoms - it had been so long since a man had licked and suckled at her sensitive tits and nipples that she could hardly stand it. But she waited, anticipating another glorious nipple orgasm while reminding herself that she would need to release her son's cock before it happened, since her other goal was to feel him explode inside her. Deep, deep insider her, and definitely not in his swim trunks.

And then, his lips met her swollen left breast - on the underside of her tit, some several inches away from her hungry nipple. She reacted involuntarily, sucking in a deep breath, forcing John to keep up with her retreating boob. Her breast was gloriously warm and soft, and when she exhaled, her boob came back down, a pillow of tit flesh that piled up on his right cheek. He kissed and licked her boob, reveling in its glorious feel as he reminded himself that this was his Mom's tit that he was kissing. The naughtiness of it all was almost overwhelming, and he paused while another wave of contractions coursed through his dick.

Then he remembered that his left hand was on his mother's thigh. It had gone still while his mind focused on her bosom, but he now began rubbing her leg again, moving his hand in slow circles that edged ever higher and ever deeper in between her legs, which, it seemed, she had spread in what he guessed was an open invitation to move higher. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Marie had intensified the action on her right nipple, pulling it upward and twisting her enlarged nip. God, was he in heaven! And so, it seemed, was she - amazing!

Then he looked north, and there was her left nipple, a pillar in profile against an out-of-focus background, and John began a slow ascent up Mount Bosom, kissing, licking, and nipping at Marie's breast flesh as it rose and fell at an increased rate with her breathing.

When his tongue reached the edge of her crinkled areola, he pulled back to enjoy this erotic and previously forbidden view (well, a voyeur's didn't really count) of his mother's so very stiff nipple. Marie, who was beside herself in lust and anticipation, gazed down at her son's handsome face and willed him to descend on her waiting nipple. She knew that the first touch of his mouth would trigger another nipple orgasm, which she desperately wanted, so she released her grip on John's cock to reduce the chance of him coming prematurely should she squeeze him by mistake.

But just then, John's left hand, which had been moving up under her very short skirt, encountered her hairy pubic mound, and a realization burst through the lust and desire to suck on her nipple - "Jeez, Mom," he said, forgetting the role playing, "you're not wearing any..."

"Right - no panties, John, I was anticipating playing the role of a girl anxious to have sex with you. Now, please kiss my nipple," she could not help from saying, "and be ready for me having another nipple orgasm."

With that, John opened his mouth and closed his hot lips around one of the two stiff nipples that had filled his visions and fantasies for the last day or so. (In fairness to Kelli, his mind was full of visions of her nipples as well - but even when he was with Kelli, thoughts of his Mom's nipples had edged in on occasion.)

And as predicted, Marie moaned and spasmed, as hot waves of erotic feeling flashed from her left nipple to her right nipple. She pulled on that nipple frantically while neural signals spread like wild fire down to her sopping pussy, which bucked against John's hand as she tried, with some success, to push that hand down into her lady parts with her legs. John got the idea, and started to work his fingers over her moist clit, eliciting another guttural moan from his Mom.

But while John had pulled away from her left nipple to appreciate how her orgasm washed over her, one taste of nipple was not enough. Not by a long shot. Without waiting for a prompt, he lowered his mouth onto the now wet, pulsing, and very stiff nipple, sucking the delicious nubbin into his mouth and gently biting down with his teeth, rubbing the end of the nipple with his tongue. "Oh, John," Marie exclaimed, forgetting all about "Kenny" in her frazzled state, "that feels so good."

Marie knew at some level that having her grown up son suckling at her nipple was not something the bar would approve of, but god, did it feel amazing! And there was no going back. John clearly wanted to suckle her nipple, and having her nipple loved up by a man was an experience that she had denied herself for too long. She reached out and touched his cock, still encased in his swim trunks, and thought about next steps. But only in a vague way, as she felt yet another nipple orgasm building.





John then opened his mouth as wide as possible to suck in a portion of the end of his mother's large and trembling breast, feeling the turgid nipple against the roof of his mouth. As he rubbed the underside of the nip with his tongue, he felt his mother spasm once again, bucking her pussy against his left hand, which, forgotten for a moment, he once again activated. "Ohhh ... so good, so good ... Mmmmmmm!"

John had closed his eyes, the better to concentrate on the sensations of boob flesh - his mom's boob flesh - against his lips and tongue, and of the turgid nipple he was rubbing against the roof of his mouth. But when he opened them, he first looked north, taking in his mother's face. Her beautiful hair, mussed though it was, framed her flawless features. Her mouth was open as deep, ragged breaths moved rapidly in and out. But what was strangely erotic was that her eyes were closed and her expression was one of rapture - rapture for which he was responsible! He impressed that memory into his mind - another piece of this erotic experience to treasure - and shifted his gaze back to his Mom's right nipple.

At this point, Marie, relishing her highly eroticized state, was using her index finger to idly roll her right nipple around in a circle, pushing the stiff nubbin part way into the softer areolar flesh.

Noting that, John thought that it would be exciting to mirror her nipple manipulations with his tongue. He eased off on the suction, allowing Marie's breast to flow part way back out of his mouth. Her left nipple was now more central in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around the nipple, pushing the nubbin down into the breast flesh, much as Marie was doing with the other nipple.

This elicited another moan from his mother, and both continued the same nipple play for a bit longer. John found it highly erotic to think that his mother was so aroused that she would play with her own nipple while he was tonguing her other nipple. He idly wondered, can you call it masturbation if you're with another person? But he didn't waste many neurons on the question - he was just loving the nipple play.

Marie may not have been aware of John's plan to mirror her nipple action at that point, but she shortly caught on when she started to twist and squeeze her left nipple while running the tip of her fingernail over the sensitive end of her right nipple. Because the next thing she knew, John was gently holding onto her left nipple with his teeth while flicking his tongue on the end of the sensitive pillar of flesh while working his lower jaw back and forth, rolling her nipple between his teeth, to imitate his Mom's twisting action.

Marie looked down at her son's face and saw that his eyes were concentrating on her right boob and the action of her fingers on her own nipple. "Oh, John ... that's so good," his mother cooed. She savored the feelings coming from both nipples and felt a strange, motherly pride in and love for her son. "Learn what a woman likes, John, and you'll be amazed at what can happen."

John looked up to see his mother's face smiling at him, but when a smile burst forth on his own face, her nipple slipped out of his mouth. "No fair making me smile, Mom - I can't suck on your nipple that way and smile at the same time!" That caused Marie to chuckle, turning her ample bosoms into quivering mountains of breast flesh.

As John resumed his nipple stimulation, Marie briefly abandoned her right nipple to stroke her handsome son's face and hair. "I love you, John," she whispered, with a strange mixture of motherly love, pride, and lust, each fighting for primacy in her brain.

"Ah uv oo oo, ah," John managed, not willing to again relinquish his Mom's nipple for a properly enunciated "I love you, too, Mom." He knew the message was received.

Marie went back to twisting her right nipple, but soon, the urge to progress to another nipple orgasm overtook her, and she began to pull her right nipple toward the ceiling, pinching her nip ever more tightly. Her breathing became more and more ragged.

John didn't want to risk hurting his Mom, so he let go of her nipple from between his teeth and sucked the nipple back into his mouth, using just his lips to hold the precious nubbin. As he raised his head, he sucked harder, pulling her left boob into an elongated cone, much as Marie was doing with her right bosom. Marie started to use her grip on her nipple to pull her bosom in a circle, all the while flicking the end of her nipple with her finger tip. John mimicked that action as well, once again using his tongue to stimulate the end of the nipple in his mouth.

"Mmmmm ..." Marie moaned, her eyes closed once again. "Follow my lead, John, and be quick. I'm going to come again," she announced. With that, she pulled her nipple up even more, stretching the pillar of flesh to its limits. John did his best to follow suit, but he lost his hold on her nipple, and her breast collapsed into a quivering mass. He quickly dove back in and recaptured the nipple, but the dammed up feelings in Marie's body were, quite literally, already starting to flow.

With another nipple orgasm rushing forward, Marie quickly pulled harder on her right nipple until it, too, slipped from her grasp. "Oh, god - again, John, again, again," she exhorted, as she quickly re-found her right nipple and pulled it up quickly until losing her grip over and over, with John doing his best to mimic the action on her left nipple.

By now, Marie's body was contorting in the throes of her most powerful nipple orgasm of the day. Her face was an erotic mask of lust and her hips were bucking against John's left hand which she held firmly between her clenched thighs.

John was doing his best to keep from coming himself, but so charged was the sight of his mother coming like that that he had to close his eyes and pull away.

For Marie, this last nipple orgasm was the final straw. She had had thoughts of teaching her son more techniques, more ways that he could turn a girl into putty in his hands, but her pussy had been denied a good fuck for far too long. "John - I can't wait any longer - I want you inside me - get your suit off" she said urgently, as she unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside. John stood and very carefully removed his suit; an unanticipated stroke along his dick, by hand or suit, would have him erupting somewhere other than deep in his mom's pussy. He really wanted to avoid that! "Oh, my, ..." Marie gasped as she finally got an unobstructed look at her son's long, fat dick.

She was pulling hard on her nipples as John climbed back on the bed, knees between her legs. "Move on top of me ... that's it ... here, let me help you ... Ohhhh, god!" As John's long, hard dick slid easily into her well lubricated pussy, Marie began rocking her hips into her son's, her boobs likewise rocking on her chest, her rock hard nipples seeming to point at John's panting mouth.

"S ... slow down Mom ... Let me - catch my breath," John gasped, closing his eyes rather than be seduced by the sight of his Mom's rotating boobs and nipples, not to mention the hungry look on her face and the hungry, clenching pulsations of her pussy.

Marie, despite being beside herself with lust, understood immediately that it would be over all too soon if she didn't stop moving. At this stage, John's dick was firmly implanted in Marie's sopping pussy, but she willed her body into a tense state of quiet. Well, most of her body - the walls of her pussy spasmed on and off, despite her efforts, and her brain was flooded with the sensations that she had denied herself for too long. Her well hung son was definitely giving her a well-filled feeling - and it was glorious!

John, with his eyes closed, was holding his upper body up, arms stiff, his hands on the mattress, his forearms pushing into the sides of his Mom's ample boobs. This he knew from the softness he felt, and the sensation of his Mom's tits rubbing up and down with her rapid breathing. But as soon as Marie had guided him into her, he had closed his eyes and was holding his breath as he tried to ignore the exquisite sensations of his Mom's pussy muscles contracting around his rigid dick, and the pressure he felt as his own muscles involuntarily contracted in response, pressing harder into his Mom's love canal. God, he wanted to come so bad - but at the same time he didn't want these feelings to end too soon.

At last, he opened his eyes. Marie's own eyes were focused on him, her face filled with adoration and lust at the same time. John's heart leapt, but his eyes were immediately drawn to his Mom's swollen boobs and the taut nipples that capped them. He was again amazed to see that even her areolas and part of the soft, white breast flesh were crinkled up as well. "I never knew how beautiful you are, Mom," he whispered in all earnestness.

Not unaware of the focus of and lust in John's eyes, Marie smiled as she replied, "You really do like my big tits, don't you? And did you like it when I was playing with my own nipple?"

With that thought, from just moments before (as far as Marie knew) and with hearing his Mom mention playing with her own nipple, John's memory brought back a flood of images from the day at the pool, and especially watching her play with her nipples through her bedroom window. That was spying, highly erotic to be sure, but this was another level - she knew that he had been watching her toy with her own nipple, and she seemed to like knowing that he was watching - so many layers of eroticism! "Oh, god, yes!" was his emphatic reply. "Play with your nipples, I do so love to watch you cup your big boobs and twist those amazing nipples!"

Needing no further encouragement, Marie brought her hands to her boobs, lifting her breasts and pushing them together into a big, doubly rounded mass of breast flesh, with a mile of cleavage in the middle. John watched, fascinated, as the new stresses altered her areolas into inviting oval shapes. But her nipples, stiff as they were, maintained their pointing, pillar shapes.

John's mouth hung open, literally drooling, as Marie brought her hands to her nipples, allowing her big breasts to settle back down. With spread fingers, she slowly ran the red painted tips over her nipples. John wished that he could focus on both nipples at the same time, but his Mom must have read his mind. Whenever his hungry eyes shifted from one nipple to the other nipple, she stayed the motion of one hand and only moved the other. Well, maybe she pinched the one ignored nipple between her fingers until his gaze returned - she couldn't help herself. Her nipples were insatiable!

As her pinkie started to slide past her left nipple, John could see the base of the rigid pylon appear from the surrounding areola, the nipple's unyielding stiffness depressing the background areola. Then more and more of the length of the nipple was revealed until, with an almost audible pop, the entire nipple pulled free. As it did, John felt his Mom's pussy contract around his dick, and felt a drizzle of precum ooze out his cock to mingle with his Mom's abundant juices.

Marie started a slow rocking of her hips as she continued to tease one nipple and then the other, her eyes drinking in the lust on her son's face. Sure, it had been fun teasing John with her boob and nipple displays at the pool, but this level of lust was a treasure. She vowed to find more ways to use her boobs and nipples to keep her son panting for the rest of the summer. And to keep his hard dick filling her hungry pussy. Why had she waited so long?!

Somehow, John was managing to drink in the nipple teasing and the pussy clenches without losing his load, but the pressure kept building. He risked matching his Mom's hip motion, bringing his aching cock a little bit out and then back in as his Marie rocked her hips.

When both nipples had been caressed by all of her fingers, Marie next grabbed her stiff nipples with thumb and middle finger, saving her index finger to flick quickly back and forth over the sensitive ends of those nubbins. Mistake - she quickly closed her eyes and stopped all motion in her body as a series of pulsations swept through her vaginal walls. But both she and John pulled back from the brink, both holding their breaths, willing it not to end.

But the die was cast - once Marie regained control, she decided it was time. When she heard John begin breathing again, and saw that his eyes were again open and focused on one or the other of her nipples, she gripped her nipples tightly and lifted her boobs up by her nipples. "I want you to ... I want you to fuck me now, John - fuck me good and hard."

She had searched for a better word than "fuck" - she and her kids never used such language - but "fuck" just seemed to be the best choice. It had startled her when it passed her lips, and John lost his focus on his Mom's nipples for a second, but he just gave a devilish grin and started to slide his dick in and out, a little further each time. He could swear he heard their fluids gurgling as he did so.

Marie gripped her nipples even more tightly as John's motion picked up. Soon, they were both aware, as their bodies rocked on the bed, Marie's boobs were sloshing back and forth beneath her stationary nipples, held as they were by her fingers. The visual sensation for John was yet one more rung on the ladder of eroticism. As for Marie, the extra pull her bouncing boob flesh exerted on her nipples, first toward her chin and then toward her navel, heightened the flood of signals from her tortured nipples and swollen boobs. John soon found the rhythm that translated into the most boob motion, then started sliding his dick further out and harder back in. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

"That's it John ... harder ... oh, god, I want to feel you shoot you sperm deep inside me ... my nipples are on fire! I'm going to give myself a nipple orgasm with you inside me! I love it! Do you like watching my nipples John? Did you like watching me have my nipple orgasms? Do you like the way my boobs are rocking up and down? Nipples, nipples, nipples. Oh, this is soooo hot!"

With that, Marie pushed things past the limits. "Watch, my nipples John ... and come with me" she said as she pulled her nipples sharply up so they slipped from her fingers, then she grabbed her nipples again, repeating the motions as she mumbled, "Harder ... harder ... watch my nipples, John, watch my nipples ... oh, god, a nipple orgasm with your big dick filling my pussy! Come with me now ... Ohhhhhhh!" And then the nipple/pussy orgasm washed over her. Her entire body convulsed, her nipples throbbed as she kept pulling on her nips, her pussy clamped down on John's dick in pulsating waves, and, despite all of the sensations in her own body, she found the awareness to feel her son's release, as he grunted and held himself deep, deep inside his mother, the buckets of sperm being massaged out by his own muscles and hers. And still she kept playing with her nipples...

And still he kept coming, for at least another minute. Finally opening his eyes, he saw his Mom's face contorted with pleasure, as she now held her ample breasts and toyed more gently with her nipples. Her pussy kept contracting, though less frequently, as she focused on how full - and how wet - she still felt.

"Hug me, John," she finally said, as her son collapsed on her soft bosoms, her stiff nipples making their presence known as they dug into his chest. She cradled his head, running her fingers through his thick hair. Her nipples pulsed at the feel of his naked chest rubbing against them.

John's mind was whirling. He had just had sex with his own mother! His hormones had driven him, for sure - but she had taken charge. Her nipples! He loved watching her nipples. And seeing her bring herself to nipple orgasms was amazing - perhaps even more so in person than through her window. He thought he could still feel her hard nips digging into his chest. He shifted position slightly to confirm - sure enough, her nipples were still hard. His deflating dick surged a bit at the thought.

She had "instructed" him on how to treat a woman, how to please her, then encouraged him to suck on her nipples! Was it all for show? Was it just to satisfy her own longings? Was it wrong for him to let it happen? Screw it, he thought - why question the fates that had brought him such an amazing experience! She loves me as a son, and maybe as a lover; who I am to look a gift bosom in the mouth? He smiled at the mental turn of phrase, then felt himself swelling as he remembered how amazing it had felt to suck his mother's boob into his mouth, to feel the throbbing nipple with his tongue...

For her part, Marie had, for a moment, but only a moment, let her mind wandered down the path of regret - she had seduced her own son! But what of it? He'd be off at college soon enough, playing with some other girl's nipples, and probably (almost certainly) having sex. Iin the meantime, why should she deny her own nipples the happiness he had given her nips, why deny herself the feeling of his cock exploding in her pussy? Why deny her son the pleasure that her boobs, her nipples, and her pussy had so clearly had given him?

With her concerns once again wrestled to the ground, she drew a deep breath, forcing her swollen boobs into John's chest as she inhaled, then gave an audible sigh on exhalation. She pulled John's head more tightly to her neck, which he had been kissing, raising some goose bumps. And raising her nipples.

"You okay, Mom?" he asked, concerned that the sigh might indicate that she had some regrets.

"Just fine, John. Actually, more than fine," she said with an unseen smile on her face. "You?"

"Great - more than great." Then, after a pause, "Our secret?"

"Our secret."

John, tiring of kissing Marie's neck and anxious to get back to licking his Mom's nipples, contorted his body so as to kiss first her shoulder, then the upper portions of her right boob. The nipple came into view, as stiff as ever.

Marie was happy to know that they were both okay with what had happened. She was also happy with the progress John was making toward giving her ever hungry nipples some more attention. She felt his member swelling insider her, and she felt her pussy twitch.

John raised his head a bit to re-engage his mouth with her gift bosom, slowly circling her tender, hard nipple with his tongue, then sucking the nip deeper into his mouth, along with a portion of breast flesh. He heard his Mom sigh as she lifted her boob towards his eager mouth. She was as insatiable as his sister. Kelli! What, if anything, would he tell Kelli?? Ponder that question later, he decided, right now, he had two beautiful bosoms and two amazing nipples to feast on. He felt another twitch down below and, felt himself lengthening once more, pushing deeper into his Mom's hot, tight, and very wet pussy. He switched to the other very stiff nipple as his Mom moaned in renewed pleasure.

With that most amazing orgasm having at least partly satiated her hunger, Marie used part of her brain to think about the changes she might make in her clothing and her actions so as to keep her son interested. And to compete with Kelli! Her nipples pulsed again as she thought of wearing loose tops, tops that would allow long downblouse glances at what she now resolved would be her perpetually braless breasts, her nipples always stiff; or, as a different kind of tease, she might wear one of her pushup shelf bras, nipples at full alert over the tops of the cups, of course, paired with her thin white blouse that would do nothing to stop him from seeing her throbbing nipples; more time at the pool with her areolas exposed beneath the bikini cups, then stretching her arms overhead until her nipples popped out "without her noticing;" leaving her bedroom door ajar while giving herself a nipple orgasm ... or two! The thought of John "spying" on her would make that so much more fun!





And then she realized that she was, once again, rocking her pelvis. And that John's dick had re-grown to completely fill her sopping pussy once more. Marie then fully switched back to the present, and the two lovers went on to a second, but now longer and slower, bosom and nipple-filled screw, both wondering how Vickie would react were they to send her flowers for delivering them from Kelli!

Author's note. Sorry this has been delayed so long. My wife doesn't leave town often enoughJ. This story line could obviously continue, and I may come back to it, but there are other ideas I'd also like to work on, maybe even returning to finish the Awakenings series. Will listen to feedback.





