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."
, 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!