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 dumbfoundedDamn, 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.