Heather 10: Joan takes an interest
It was about this time, just after Isabelle had started her special treatment of me, and with Heather regularly using me, that I went to stop the weekend with my school friend Brian...
His mum, Joan, often wore tight jumpers and cardigans, and my eyes had always been attracted to her breasts which pushed forward so nicely, smooth and rounded under the various jumpers that she wore. Her breasts didn't look as big as Heather's or Isabelle's, but they managed to arouse me all the same. She was a down-to-earth kind of woman, with dark slightly wavy hair parted to one side, who smoked (as I saw) and drank (as I guessed). She lived with her husband Don in the nearby city - Brian was their only child.
When Brian and I got off the bus and walked to their flat we had to take the lift up to the third floor where they lived. It was not a tall block, like some in the city, just an old Victorian building converted to flats. As Brian opened the door so Joan came out of the lounge to greet us, wearing a thin round-necked mauve cardigan - almost a dark purple colour - with her sleeves pulled up a little, and a plain dark grey skirt. Her cigarette smoke wafted behind her as she walked towards us. I couldn't help noticing the gentle bounce of her breasts as she walked, and looked forward to lying in my bed later, replaying the scene as I played with myself for my night-time treat.
"Hello both!" she said, smiling, "Had a good day at college?"
"Well it was OK, I suppose." said Brian, "At least I've not got much homework to do."
"Don't I even get a peck then, just 'cos Andrew's here?" she said, in mock sorrow. "I'm sure Andrew will give me a kiss, won't you?"
"Er... well yes, if you want." I said, not knowing quite what was normal in their household.
I'd given up kissing my mother ages ago, but maybe it was different here. And anyway I might be able to somehow touch that soft mauve cardigan... I moved towards her, and reached out to touch her shoulder, while I aimed an embarrassed peck on her cheek. The wool felt gorgeously soft, and I was just enjoying the moment when she moved her head before I could kiss her cheek, so we finished up lips to lips. We kissed only for a second or two, but somehow it was as if she electrified my body. It was just so unexpected, and so arousing too, despite the taste of tobacco on her breath.
"That's better!" she smiled, pulling back: "I like a proper kiss, Brian, and that's how you do it! So now it's your turn, come on!"
And with that she moved over to Brian and held his head with both hands before kissing him full on the lips too, making a quick kissing sound.
"Well now you're back I suppose you'd like a cup of tea. Why don't you show Andrew his room Brian, there's a dear, while I put the kettle on."
I tried to keep my eyes on her all the time she was in view, watching the shape of those breasts as she first moved to kiss Brian, and then turned to go back into the kitchen.
"Come on then Andrew, this is your room." said Brian, breaking my dream. I followed him into the small spare room where a single bed was made up on the left hand side, and threw my bag up on the bed.
"This'll be fine!" I said, "I'll unpack my things later."
So I followed Brian as he threw his bag into his room, then went into the living room at the end of the corridor, passing Joan in the kitchen as we went. I glanced towards her, smiling as she caught my eye, and wondering if she had seen that my eyes had been firmly locked on her gorgeous wool-covered breasts.
Joan brought in the tea while Brian put the TV on, so there were various questions and answers about channels and sugar and milk, but I was just trying to keep my maximum focus on Joan's breasts, noticing for the first time a little swelling of her nipples as she turned to face me and pass me my cup of tea.
"Here you are then, pet, if you can just keep your eyes on the tea a minute!" and she winked at me, self consciously straightening her cardigan down, which meant her nipples pushed forward even more.
"Thanks." I said, pretending not to know what she meant.. I'd have to be more careful with my peeking at her.
Brian was watching the TV now, and I pretended to as well, casually glancing at Joan through the evening, watching as she moved and loving the sight.
When I was sitting down I found myself gently squeezing my legs together, teasing my cock as it began to waken. I was looking forward to bed time, and was glad I was sleeping on my own in the spare room as I would have plenty of time for a good wank later on. Tea was beans on toast which came and went, then after more TV it was time for bed.
"OK, Brian," said Joan, about 10pm. "You'd better be off to bed now as you've both got football practice in the morning. Off you go - and have a good wash too before bed!"
Brian went out without saying much, leaving Joan and me alone in the lounge. I snatched another look at her bosom, as she watched him leave, making a mental film to replay later on, when I suddenly noticed that she was looking at me again.
"Having fun pet?" she smiled, and pulled her cardigan down straight, and inched her sleeves up her arms. It was almost as if she was showing off to me, as she sat up straight in the chair and pushed her chest out.
"Do you like my figure, then, Andrew?"
I squirmed, being put on the spot and not quite sure what to say. "Well, err, yes..." was all I could manage.
"I think it's my cardigan really, isn't it!" she responded, "I think it shows off my figure quite well... and I do so love the feel of soft wool against my skin. I bet you liked it too when you touched my shoulder, didn't you? Would you like to feel it some more? ... here! - " and she stood up and moved over towards my chair, "Just feel how soft the wool is!" she smiled, holding her arm out for me to touch.
"Go on, just stroke my arm!" she encouraged.
It felt so strange but she was offering, so I ran my fingers up her fore-arm to her elbow. The wool felt gorgeously soft, and somehow just touching her was electrical too.
"D'you like the feel of it, pet?" she asked, furthering my embarrassment. "It is lovely and soft, isn't it?"
I nodded, flushing.
"I thought you might like it, because I had a little chat with Heather the other day, and she somehow let it slip that you liked seeing her in jumpers and cardies. So I put this one on specially for you!"
I couldn't think what to say, but fortunately didn't have to as at that point Brian came back in, with a big towel wrapped around his naked body.
"The bathroom's free now," he said, "so I'm off to bed."
"OK, love," she said to him, "a quick kiss then into bed. I'll come and tuck you up in a mo. And if you hurry up I think there might be time for a little jiggle too."
Brian kissed his mum - on the lips again - then we said goodnight too and he went out.
"Off you go to the bathroom now, pet, and I'll go and see to Brian." said Joan, "I'll come and tuck you in later."
So I went out to the spare room to pick up my things, then to the bathroom to get washed and changed and clean my teeth. I'd got a dressing gown with me, so tied it tight as I left the bathroom and went into the spare room. I quickly took it off, then slid my naked body between the sheets. I checked there were some tissues handy, then turned off the side light, and thought of Joan and her body encased in her tight cardigan. I had just started to ease myself gently erect, when the door slipped open.
"Hello," whispered Joan, "I've just come to say goodnight to you, pet."
And with that she came over to the bed, and knelt down beside me. I could see she'd undone the top few buttons of her cardigan, revealing pink flesh from her neck down between her breasts, which seemed all the more desirable and attractive.
"I'll just check you're tucked in properly..." she began, and leaned over the bed to tuck in the sheets on the far side, pressing on me gently as she did so.
Her perfume wafted gently over me and smelt warm. Although the light was out there was enough light coming in through the open door for me to see her and the deep purple of her cardigan, pulled tight over her body as she leaned forward over me.
"Now let's see if you're ready for sleep or whether you want a little bit of jiggling first."
As she spoke, with a shock I felt her untuck the bed covers in front of her, to my right, and then I gasped as I felt the cold of her hand as she reached in and touched my waist. I was lying on my side, half facing away from her.
"Don't be surprised, pet, I'll just see if you are properly relaxed for sleep." she said, and proceeded to gently massage my waist, rubbing her hand up to my chest, then down to my hip.
The sensation of her fingers against my skin, and her wool-covered arm brushing over me, was outrageously arousing and I felt my cock shoot harder to attention.
"There, is that nice?" she asked, in a gently soothing voice, "Are you feeling ready for sleep yet? Or is some part of your body still awake? Let's see..."
And with that she just reached her fingers over my waist and down my stomach. Down she went, lower and lower till she touched the base of my cock. Her fingers quickly encircled my erection.
"Oh you're not sleepy at all are you, standing up like this!" she smiled, "You won't be able to go to sleep with this hard dicky, now will you pet?"
