“You enjoy sitting on your butt,” I replied. “If you wanted to watch me work more you’d volunteer to help.”
“I like this view better.”
“What view is that?” I asked.
He hesitated, seemingly thinking about how to respond. Then he said, “The view of you with no bra on.”
“Tommy!”
I tried to sound as disgusted as possible to hide my satisfaction.
“You’re not supposed to say that to your mom,” I said.
“You’re not supposed to dress like that around your son.”
This time I had to pause. Before I could answer, Tommy said, “Unless you’re trying to get some type of reaction out of me.”
“Did I?”
I purposely let my eyes focus on his crotch, and let them linger there for a moment.
“Work in here for a while and we’ll find out,” he said.
“I’m tired of working,” I countered. “I need a break.”
My pussy was dripping wet. My tits ached for his mouth and tongue. I stood a couple feet from his position on the couch.
I placed my hands on the sides of my tits and began to slowly massage them through my shirt. I pushed them up until they nearly fell out. Then I slid both hands inside the bottom of my shirt and let my fingers seek out the soft flesh. Tommy watched every move. Then I pulled the shirt higher and exposed half of one breast to him. Then the other. Finally, I lifted the shirt to my neck and let him see them.
By the time I had the shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, his hand was inside his shorts. I grinned and rolled the nipples of my tits between my fingers. I felt a surge flow through my body and into my pussy. The sight of Tommy’s hand slowly pulling on his cock only made it worse.
I took off my shorts and stood in front of him in only my panties. I skimmed my fingers across my pussy a couple times before putting my hand inside the top of my panties. We watched each other masturbate for a moment. Not a word was said.
I pushed down my panties and let them dangle at my knees with my legs tightly held together. Then I let them drop, with Tommy’s eyes never leaving my closely shaven pussy. He pumped his cock faster and I could barely stand up on weak knees as I thought about his erection.
Tommy leisurely sat up and leaned back on the couch. His long legs nearly reached me. The tent in his shorts caused by his hand and cock was almost comical.
I stepped forward. He separated his legs slightly and I took my place between them. Getting onto my knees at the edge of the couch, I stared at his crotch. Tommy stared at my tits.
I reached for the top of his shorts and grabbed the waistband. He lifted his ass and I pulled down the shorts. I nearly gasped at the size of his luscious cock. He let his hand fall to the side as I got him naked and I contemplated what to do next. In the end, instinct took over.
My hand touched him and my fingers gently rolled under the massive erection. I let the warmth of his skin soak my palm. I wrapped my fingers around him and felt the blood rushing through his throbbing veins. I was totally enthralled in the tantalizing prospects that lie before us. Or would one of us balk at any moment?