She led him by the hand and he followed behind, watching her heart shaped ass swoosh from side to side as she walked. Her heels clicking against the hard wood floor. She led him down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Inside her bedroom was a wide open space, a king size bed was against one wall, facing a large armoire with a giant mirror on the other wall. On this side of the armoire was a door that probably led to the closet. On the opposite side of the armoire was a door that most likely led to the master bathroom. She closed the door behind him and turned on the dimmed lights. She kissed him briefly on the mouth and then pushed off of him, standing a few feet away, he took the image in.
“So tell me, what is it about me that tempts you so?” she asked smiling, placing one had on her hip and the other hung by her side.
“Oh.. Uh.. well so many things actually.” he admitted. She laughed a sultry laugh.
“he want to hear you say what they are.” She demanded.
So many things came to his mind, but he figured he had better start off politely.
“Well.. your eys. Your blue eyes are amazing, like your daughters.”
“Really, you like my eyes?” she asked teasingly, “because when I saw you gawking at me, it is almost never at my eyes… it’s usually at these.” And as she said it her hands moved to her breasts, she pushed them up and together so that her cleavage overflowed even more out of the top of her dress. Mike couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Uh, yes. Those are very nice too.” He choked.
“Would you like to see more of them?” Not able to speak, he simply nodded in the affirmative.
She let go of her boobs, and with her right hand, she slid her left strap off her shoulder and let it hang loosely. Then she did the same with her right strap. She tugged at the top of her dress so it fell around her waist. He was left with a view of the rest of the black lace bra that he had seen the back of earlier in the kitchen. het held her massive breasts and formed them into two perfect orbs. It looked like it was struggling to hold them back, they fought against the fabric to break free. Then, rotating slightly so that he was viewing her from the side she bent forward at the waist, not bending her knees she rolled the dress past her waist and over her round ass cheeks, then she let it fall down her legs to rest of the way and hit the floor. She stepped out of it and stood tall again, facing him she reached up and undid the loose bun at the top of her head. She shook her head two or three times and let her blonde hair fall down, just past her shoulders. The whole scene was incredibly erotic.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked. But this time it wasn’t in a sultry tone, he thought she was genuinely hoping he would approve. And he did, big time. So did the slowly growing organ in his pants.
Again not able to find his voice he simply nodded his head in the affirmative.
“Would you like to see even more?”
Finally, he was able to get out a firm, “Yes.” She giggled.
“So I does speak.” She teased.
She arched her back and reached behind herself. The action caused even more tension then there already was on the overly strained bra. She undid the clasp and slowly slid off the bra, letting it fall forward onto the floor. Her two heavy mounds of flesh burst forth now that they were free from there prison. Out of the bra they no longer maintained their perfectly orbed shape. Gravity and time took their effect, but it was minimal, and shockingly so for her age. They still had a round shape to them, but they hung a little lower then he was sure they did twenty years ago. He wondered briefly if she had had any work done on them.
Her areolas were a little larger than fifty scent pieces, but flat against her skin, except for the tips, which were hard and seemed to point straight up. Finally, there Mrs. Orton stood, with her blond hair down, black lace panties, wearing black high heels, with her giant magnificent breasts fully exposed, her pearl necklace lying in between the inflated mounds, her nipples hard as diamonds.
She smiled at his obvious state of awe at her naked body. Then she took two strides toward him, her heavy breasts bouncing with each step.
“Now, do you want to touch my breast?” she said, her sultry voice back.
Again, his voice was lost. he nodded. She grabbed his wrists and lifted them to her chest. He took one in each hand and lifted them. They refused to slope to dramatically to gravity, and yet they were surprisingly soft. Which made him think maybe they were real. But either, way he didn’t care. They looked and felt incredible.
He grabbed them harder, soft breast flesh oozed between his fingers. he kneaded her fat breast like a baker kneads dough hot out of the oven. Feeling more emboldened he leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth.
“Oh yeah, suck on my nipples” She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face further into her chest. He sucked like a baby on her juicy breast. He moved from one to the other, massaging the one while he sucked the other with his mouth. he flicked his tongue against the hard tip and bit lightly onto it.
“Ahhh..” she let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure, “You naughty boy. It’s my turn.”
But he ignored her. he kept massaging and sucking on her glorious nippples until she finally had to pull him away. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, then tossed it to the ground. She attacked his mouth with her mouth and again their bodies were smashed into one. This time it was skin on skin.
She broke the kiss and began sliding towards the carpeted floor. Her heavy breasts dragged against his chest and stomach. Her mouth followed behind her dragging breast kissing his skin as she went. First his chest, then his abs, then his lower abdominal, until finally she reached his waist. And the bulge in his pants. She dropped on her knees.
“What do we have here?” she asked looking up at him. She carefully squeezed the bulge in his jeans.
She really enjoys teasing him, oh well. Let her tease, He was enjoying every second of it.
With movement that seemed to be in slow motion she undid the clasp on his belt, then kissed his lower abdomen. Then she slid his belt through its loops, tossed it the ground and kissed his lower abdomen again.
She undid the button of his jeans, then licked his lower abdomen with her broad tongue. She slowly slid the zipper on his jeans down. he could feel his heartbeat in his dick. She hooked her fingers through the loops on his jeans and pulled them slowly down his thighs. His jeans hit the floor, he stepped out of them and she tossed them aside.
Her eyes widened, apparently at the outline of his throbbing penis through his underwear, now more accurately able to measure its size.
“Oh my… What DO we have here?” she asked again, this time not teasing. She squeezed at the outline with her slender fingers. She kissed it gently through the fabric, and then nibbled at it playfully.
“I want to suck this big dick of yours.” She said looking into his eyes as if reading his mind.
Her painted nails dug underneath the waistband of his underwear and even more slowly than she had removed his pants, she slid them down inch by inch. One tug at a time she revealed his swollen dick, First the thick base, then the shaft. After five or so inches she seemed excited that there was still dick left uncovered. Finally, she reached the head and with one last tug his swollen dick sprang free, nearly hitting her in the face.
It stood long and strong, as if at attention. She removed his underwear the rest of the way absentmindedly as she stared transfixed at his firm soldier.
“Oh… my.. God…” she said, more to herself than to him. “No wonder my daughter loves you.”
MIke felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Vicky. But it was quickly forgotten as Jennifer took his dick in gently in her hand, she moved it side to side, and up and down, examining it as if it were a rare specimen on the endangered species list.