I was twenty at the second birthday party surprise, a full two years since the last one. It was a party for Jacob again. He was having his twentieth birthday party at his house and had several of his friends over, including me. Monday was a holiday and we slept over after staying up late Sunday night playing video games. We didn't get to hang out as much any more, all of us spending a lot of time at college. Jacob's dad was away on a business trip so, besides us, it was just his younger sister and his mom.
Over the course of the night, Emmanuelle had come down several times, checking up on us, making sure we had plenty of food and drinks. And then later, she came down in her robe and made sure we had plenty of blankets and pillows. I couldn't take my eyes off her... eyes that tried to go through her clothes and see more... much more. Our eyes always seemed to meet and it always felt like there was something between us.
I had dreams of her in that robe looking at me like that. Very pleasant dreams.
For some reason, on Monday morning, I woke up really early. The rest of the guys were still sleeping pretty hard and I heard a noise that sounded like water running. I had a feeling it was the shower running upstairs and, on that hunch, decided to investigate.
I snuck up to the stairs, trying to be as quiet as I could, following the sound of the water. And I saw that Emmanuelle's bedroom door was slightly open. I pushed it slowly, quietly, hearing the sound of water and a beautiful voice humming. She was in the shower. Her clothes were laid out on the bed.
I knew that there was a mirror across from the door and that you could look in the mirror and see into the bedroom. So I quickly ducked by the bathroom door, praying to God that she wouldn't see me. Then I silently and slowly opened the closet door and slipped inside, closing the door behind me so that it was just open a crack as I lay on the floor. Just open enough so I could see out. And I waited.
It was only five minutes or so before the water turned off and the humming grew louder. She walked into the bedroom drying herself off as I watched, completely amazed. Her body was far better than I'd ever imagined. Her breasts were so big... her nipples hard in the cool air. And she had a really little bush over her pussy. She put her foot up on the bed, sliding the towel up her long legs and briefly exposing her ass and pussy to me. But I was really enjoying the sight of her bobbing breasts.
She picked up her panties from the bed, arranged them in her hands, and then slid them through one foot and then the next. The pale green color looked so beautiful against her skin. She adjusted them when they were on, making sure they slid just right through her crack and that the material was correctly placed over her pussy.
Then she grabbed her bra and slid it around her waist to fasten it, then rotated it around and slid it up her torso, putting her arms through the straps and adjusting over and around her massive breasts.
I was sad to see her body covered up like this, but... this was the first time I'd ever seen a naked woman. I'd take it!
She grabbed a navy blue skirt from the bed, stepped into it and slid it up her legs, fastening it closed and zipping it up in back. Then she reached down to grab her blouse. My cock was so hard and growing even harder at what I'd just seen. I had to move a little to relieve the pressure and somehow kicked something in the closet... something that then bumped into the wall!
The noise made her stop for a moment and look towards the closet. She put down her blouse and started walking towards my hiding spot.
"Shit," I cursed myself under my breath! I was so dead!
"Ok, who's hiding in the closet?" she asked, sounding more frustrated than scared. "Sweetheart, I'm trying to get ready for work."
She opened the closet door and saw me sitting right there. Busted!
"Vince! Come on. Get out of there. Seriously... what has gotten into you?"
I crawled out and stood, but the bulge in my pajama bottoms was so very obvious. I tried to cover it up, but that only highlighted the problem.
"Oh... I see," she said, giggling a little. "I see that bulge going on. Is that a hardon?"
I turned beet red I was so embarrassed.
"Mmmm, it's actually quite impressive," she said looking at it admiringly, pulling my hands away one at a time, to expose it fully. "You know... I can't help but kind of notice that, lately, every time I come around you, that... uh... you've been kind of looking at me in a little different way. It feels like you're hitting on me."
"Well... um... I'm sorry Mrs. Montgomery," I stammered, trying to recover from this whole mess. "I didn't mean to come off that way. I mean, I do think you're very beautiful and all..."
She turned and walked toward the bed. "Beautiful... hmmm... well, thank you." She turned around to face me and my eyes couldn't help but lock into her magnificent, bra-covered breasts and the wonderful cavern between them. I quickly looked up and she smiled... knowingly. "I adore you, too, Vince. You are such a sweetheart. You really are. But I kind of feel you're looking at me like that now, too."
My mouth was so dry. There was nothing I could say at this point. I only wished that she'd just punish me or something so I could go and die somewhere else.
"Vince, you find me attractive, don't you?" She waited for a moment, but I couldn't answer. I was completely stunned. "Do you have a thing for me? I know you're my son's friend and all and maybe that's why you're being a little shy and everything. But I have a little hunch that just maybe you kinda think of me more than I'm just... beautiful. As I recall, the last time we were together like this, you were masturbating to me."
"I... but..." I stammered. There was nothing that I could say in this moment.
"So... I can tell when someone's hitting on me. I can tell when someone's stripping me naked with their eyes. You can't take your eyes off my tits even now. So now I'm trying to get ready for work..." she giggled, looking down at my erection again, "and I see that you're getting ready for something, too."
"Come here." She walked over to me, took my hand, and led me to a nearby chair, turning it to face the bed, and pushing me to sit in it. "I have to say that I'm extremely flattered that you find me so hot that you... uh... that it... makes your dick hard. I know you've been watching me a lot lately. Do you still fantasize about me... you know... when you're home... in bed... touching your... cock? Are you still masturbating a lot thinking of me?"
Without even waiting for answers that weren't coming, she walked back towards the bed, only 3 steps from where I sat, and turned towards me again.
"I bet you've never seen big tits like this before, have you?" she asked, bending over slightly and moving side to side so that her tits bounced in her bra. "Well, you know what I think? I'm kind of flattered. I like the idea of you stroking that nice, big cock when you think about me. I remember a time not so long ago where I watched you do just that."
Her hands moved over and around her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples through her bra and my eyes were glued on them.
"So... Vince... why don't you... let me... help you out with that. How about you just... enjoy... watching me for a little bit. We'll just go ahead and take care of that bulge for you. I mean, I would hate for you to go out in public like that and be all stressed out. I think I should help you release some of your... tensions."
She raised up and walked back and forth a little bit, turning around to show me her entire body.
"It's kind of exciting that you find me so attractive. I'm kind of turned on by it myself, actually. How about you just... enjoy... watching me take these clothes off."
She reached behind her back and unfastened her skirt, pushing it down and stepping out of it. She tossed it aside, leaving herself dressed in only her matching bra and panties. My cock was pulsing and I had to adjust it once again.
"It's ok, Vince... take your cock out. I can see you really want to. And I want to see it again."
I hesitated. Was this a joke? I mean... really? This was my friend's mom... a woman I'd known for years. And she's not only not mad at me... she wants to strip for me and see my cock?
"Yes, you have my permission to touch your dick. Absolutely. In fact, I really want you to."
I opened the fly of my pajama pants and pulled my cock through. It felt so good to relieve the pressure.
"Wow! That's such a nice hardon, honey," she said, genuinely appreciative, looking at it, licking her lips, and slightly sucking on the tip of her finger. God, she was so hot!
She turned towards the bed. "Let me crawl up here," she said, crawling up, turned away from me. She looked back. "Do you enjoy looking at my ass?" she asked. "Do you like that Vince? So big and firm... just waiting for you to grab it and bite it. Are you an ass man?"
"It's... it's really nice," I said. I really loved how her panties fit, showing off her ass. The material slid into her crack, highlighting her cheeks just right.
She turned and knelt on the bed facing me, her body undulating as if she were dancing to unheard music.
"Or is it my big titties that you enjoy so much?" she asked, grabbing them and squeezing them through her bra. "You like these, don't you? Would you like to see them?"
"Yes," I whispered, barely able to speak.
"Of course you do," she giggled as she reached behind herself, unfastened her bra, and slid it off. Her hands then moved to her bare breasts, squeezing and lifting them. "Mmmm... how's this? Does this help? You like that? I know you do... all young guys like big tits, don't they?"
She squeezed and twisted her hard, little nipples making them get even harder as her hips continued moving hypnotically. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My cock was throbbing as I slowly stroked it.
