The first rays of sun hit Don's face, the warmth of the gentle sun made him wake-up from his deep sleep.
As his eyes adjusted to the light spilling into the room from the open window, events of yesterday came to his mind.
'How i had my secret exposed to Kerry, how i had my naughty check up with her, and how I tripped and fell in the alley, and how I came back to Martha.'
2 things still kinda feel unnatural to him.
'The way I just dreamed of that red horned stripper and how Rachel met me and exactly me.'
But then again, Martha.
The way she wouldn't even look at his face, or even bother talking to him.
After the late night dinner, Rachel had told Don to go sleep and that he can leave tomorrow.
'Poor Rachel doesn't have any idea, what i did to her sister, or how I made Martha so uncomfortable.'
If she knew she probably would shut him out with the same hands she embraced Don.
Either way he had made it clear that he will talk it out with Martha,
'I better go down and apologise to her, she must be in her room'.
Don slowly opened the door and exited into the hallway, taking a few steps he noticed that Martha's door was ajar.
He stepped close and peeped in.
There he saw Martha sleeping peacefully, but not in the modest manner, but more akin to that of someone who behaved more like a kid.
In her bed he saw a vibrator. It still had a sheen of her fluids, as it reflected the sun light.
A wicked grinn curved his lips, 'She must have exhausted herself after pleasuring all night long'.
Don stepped in, his movement calculated and slowly as he made sure not a sound was made.
Inside, Martha lay defenseless, her nightgown lifted up to her hips, her right hand on top of her belly. Her hair spread out.
She looked breathtaking.
As she breathed her chest heaved, the large plump flesh of her chest, had its skin revealed slightly by the askew nightgown.
Don's hand moved without permission and reached out for her breasts.
He had came here to apologise to how he made her feel but now his mind was clouded.
Back in his world the only thing which even came close to being compared to Martha's perfect body was drawings stemming from pure imagination.
A work of art so divine that all the girls, even super models and actresses constantly said that it is impossible for even surgery and body modification to get something like that possible.
But In here there is one lying in bed, a truly divine construct, completely unaware. Sleeping peacefully in front on him.
Don couldn't hold back, he extended his arm and pulled the shoulder of the nightgown down.
The smooth silk, dragged against her nipples and her supple skin, and revealed her plump chest.
And then he saw it, unlike lea's smaller version, with a pink cherry on top.
Martha had the original, with a large mount topped by a milky chocolate textured nipple.
Her yesterday night's effort for an orgasam had left a light sheen of sweat which made her skin glow as the sunlight reflected of her body.
Her huge melons heavy but not saggy, settled with all its weight. Slightly spilling to the side, yet was still firm.
Despite her age, her skin held on well, smooth and shiny, molding her breasts into a perfect shape.
Unlike lea's they weren't all perky.
Unlike Kerry's they weren't a strict round.
It was heavy, spilling a little to the side, and had a big areola, topped with the perfect nipple. Her breasts were perfect.
They looked like you could have your fingers sink in if you touch it and when you take your hand of, it will instantly regain its original shape.
They could be molded, they could be stretched and sucked on all night and still they would get back to shape.
His mind went blank as his body was frozen in place, his eyes locked onto her plump breasts like a sniper on a target.
Don's brain shut down, it forgot being reasonable, it turned of caution.
Because all the blood was surging to something else.
And slowly his dick rised out of his pants, forcing its way through the waist band with a thick bead of precum.
He moved his hand and felt her breasts.
When his fingertips made contact on her warm skin it felt like a shock.
His hands trembled as he ventured further, one by one all his fingers slowly was placed firmly yet gently on her supple skin.
Her chest heaving as she exhaled, he slightly applied pressure, the soft flesh swallowing his fingers tips.
"Ha..."
His breath shuddered at the sight of her chest, being invaded by his fingers.
It was softer than lea, so soft it felt more like fluffy cotton or melting marshmallow.
He gently cupped her breasts and brought himself closer to take a small bite, a gentle nibble.
But that would be too much...Right?.
His hand slowly trailed down to her underboob, her smooth skin had his hand gliding over her bosom.
Once he reached low he gently applied pressure, trying to find the curve where her boobs ended, then he felt her weight.
As he did her flesh bobbed up and settled on his palm. Something so soft made him feel like the most precious and most delicate thing.
He felt the soft flesh spilling from his palm as he felt her plump chest, the heat from her body was getting a tad high.
He looked at her face,
Her fair skin which shined white like marble, was now red, her eyelids straining slightly as she felt the sudden warmth.
Her arm extended and almost searched for something, and when he decided to pull back, he saw her milky chocolate nipples harden.
The heat of his touch had made her grow a little hot, maybe yesterday night the vibrator wasnt enough.
But then the warmth of Don's touch, reminded her body what it craved, what was in the next room.
Her erect nipples was too much for Don.
The hand he decided to take of her, pulled back only to graze her skin and trace the curve.
And finally to settle on her nipple.
His touch felt magical to her, her head tilted to the side as she bite her nipples.
Her chest rose as she breathed hard, the neglected part of her body was finally protesting.
Her body became hotter and hotter as it felt Dons warm breath.
He too was aroused, precum dripping of his dick head and onto to the mattress, his cock was throbbing hard, straining against his pants.
He leaned down further and darted his tongue out, wetting his hungry lips he gently licked her nipple.
Don's soft warm tongue made Martha shudder, her breath caught as she felt something for the first time after her babies had grown up. But different.
Even so this was electrifying, the nerve endings in her nipple feeling the warmth sent a jolt of electricity running to her mind.
Her legs curled up as she twisted her legs to his side, her face got ever more flushed, from her neck to her earlobe as she bit down gently on her lower lip.
Don tasted her sweat, and the warmth of her skin, he brought his lips and took her nipples in.
As his lips closed around her heating up body, she felt a sharp sense of sensitivity, her head digged into the soft mattress as her spine arched gently pushing herself into his lips.
Running his tongue around her areola as his hand gently pressed her underboob enjoying the heat of her flesh and the softness which enveloped his fingers.
Martha subconsciously started grinding her thighs, the same feeling, the same tingle she felt back when she spied, when she wanted him, and yesterday when she denied herself his touch.
Ever after spying on her daughter she vowed to never think of him, first seeing him as her daughter's boy, and then seeing him as a vile boy.
Her body has been aching, since but yesterday seeing him with Rachel reignited her desire for him.
She borrowed a sextoy from a friend in hopes it will work, but it didnt.
The denial of release had buildup making her loose strength and faint, but now she feel a stronger sensation from her chest.
Her eyes were too heavy to look, her body too weak to suppress her need, but she didnt had to.
Don was there running his tounge over her erect nipples as he sucked and kneaded her plump chest.
She felt every touch, every lick and every hot exhale of Don and was loving all of it.
The wetness from yesterday night came harder as she felt like never before, her body arched, heated up and sqirmed wanting more.
And then Don gently bit her nipple.
The final push came as a bite which brought her to climax, her hand reached out catching his erect penis in a vice grip.
His throbbing dick neglected and begging for release burst as Martha's hands wrapped around his swollen head.
Martha's hips thrusted up arching her spine, feeling her release.
A stream of clear fluid, came from her body as she convulsed, while Don emptied his balls from a mere but magical touch all over Marth and the bed.