My mother's friend Sandy was always over at our house. Don't get me wrong, I loved looking at Sandy's chest whenever she was around. The problem was that she would treat me like a little kid. She would always call me her 'big man.' I couldn't tell if she was trying to tease me or if she was trying to make a pass at me. I was nineteen at the time and I knew I shouldn't let her get to me, but sometimes I would get pissed.
I came up with a plan one Saturday. My mother was supposed to meet Sandy at our house that morning.
"Tell Sandy to hang around and wait for me, I will only be a couple of hours," my Mom told me.
When Sandy did arrive I told her she should wait for my mother.
"How long is she going to be?" Sandy asked.
"No longer than a half hour," I told her.
Then Sandy started up on her little spiel.
"How's my 'big man' been?" she said.
"Your 'big man' has been horny this week," I told her.
Your should have seen Sandy's face when I told her that. I was looking at Sandy's big breasts the whole time. The bra she was wearing looking like it could barely contain those tits. I knew I had to see them. The next part that happened I had my doubts about. I slowly pulled down the zipper on my pants and pulled out my cock.
"Tommy, what are you doing? Zip back up."
"I'm showing you my 'big man' Sandy," I told her. "Why don't you touch him."
One thing I was sure of, Sandy had her eyes glued to my dick. I am around seven inches in length and I was stroking my cock right there in front of Sandy. I walked closer to Sandy and I let her take a good look. This was the moment of truth. I was actually surprised when Sandy reached out and took my rod in her one hand. She was slowly stroking my prick and I was starting to get hard as could be.
This was it, my big chance. I lifted up the edge of the shirt Sandy was wearing and I pulled it up over her head. I know I took Sandy by surprise. Now I was looking at her bra. Sandy must have started to give in to me. She reached around and unsnapped her bra. Those big tits came tumbling out.