When I turned onto my street on the way home from work, I saw a familiar car parked in front of the house. My cheeks started burning, and I turned before reaching the house.
I had always been nervous and embarrassed around my mom's friend Marissa, because she was hot as hell, with huge tits. I wasn't exactly drowning in pussy, so having her around all the time was pure torture. That was bad enough, but two weeks earlier I had stumbled across naked pictures of her while scrolling through some porn. Those tits were everything I'd ever fantasized about, and despite what I thought my preferences were, her trimmed pussy got me throbbing.
A search of the name Marcy May led me to a website with more of her pictures — though none of them showed her face. It was basically a big tease for her Only Fans page, and all the images were censored. So I headed back to the porn site where she was naked and playing with herself.
I went off like a rocket jerking it to those pictures.
The next time she was at the house when I was home, my face got so red and hot that I'm surprised I didn't burst into flames. I knew right then and there that I had to avoid her at all costs.
I headed back uptown, grabbed some tacos, and then carefully made another approach to the house a street down. When I didn't see her car, I breathed a sigh of relief and circled around so I would be coming in from the normal direction.
"There you are," Mom said as soon as I walked in the door. "You're a half an hour late."
"I stopped to get some tacos. Don't worry so much, Mom," I said as I headed toward my room.
"Now, hold on. I'm your mother, and I don't care if you're over eighteen. I'm allowed to worry as much as I want, no matter how old you get. That's not it, though. I need you to do me a favor."
"Oh, Okay."
"Marissa is having a problem with her computer, so I need you to help her get it sorted out."
That immediately piqued my interest and stopped me in my tracks. If she was taking naked pictures, there might be more on her computer that I could copy. "Did she bring it over?"
Mom shook her head. "It's a desktop, so I need you to go over there."
Shit. Not good,
I thought in a panic. "I was going—"
Mom cut me off. "Going to head over there right now because my mother asked me to, and it's the nice thing to do?"
My brain locked up, and I couldn't think of a single excuse to get me out of it.
Mom smiled and said, "Thank you. I'll call her and let her know you're on your way." The words had barely left Mom's lips before she started dialing. She impatiently waved me toward the door while telling Marissa, "He'll be right over."
I was trapped. I turned and walked toward the door — thoroughly convinced that I'd never walk back through it because I was about to die of embarrassment. In my mind's eye, my car transformed into a hearse, and I thought I should be climbing in the back instead of the driver's seat.
It was only a few blocks to Marissa's place, but I was sweating and my heart was thundering in my chest by the time I got there. At the entrance to the gated community where she lived, I punched in the code she'd given my mom — knowing full well that it would announce I was there. Sure enough, the door to her apartment opened before I had time to shut the car off.
My mom's brunette friend was wearing a tight black dress with a plunging neckline — and a smile. I swallowed, took a deep breath, and climbed out of the car.
"Come on in," she said as I approached.
"Mom said you had a computer problem?" To my relief, my voice didn't crack.
"Mmm hmm," she responded as she closed the door. She then walked over to the couch — her heels clicking — and gestured. "Won't you sit down?"
That confused me enough to overcome my nerves momentarily. I walked over to the couch with a furrowed brow and sat down. The brief reprieve was over when she sat down right next to me. The smell of her perfume and all the cleavage on display mere inches away had me fighting an erection and my eyes trying to home in on her tits.
"So, where did you find my pictures?" she asked.
I didn't drop dead on the spot, which was an unwelcome surprise at the time. Instead, my eyes went wide and I sucked in a gasp as my face started burning.
Marissa reached out, cupped my cheek, and said. "It's okay. You're not in trouble. I'm not going to say anything to your Mom. Breathe."
The moment her hand touched me, the world seemed to vanish around me. All I could see was her smiling and looking at me. All I could hear was her deep, sultry voice. Her eyes had me in a trap.
"In and out. There you go." She chuckled. "I knew something had happened the other day when I was over. You were always shy around me, but you looked like you were about to come out of your skin the last time I saw you."
I still couldn't think. The feeling of her caressing my cheek was sending chills up and down my spine.
She said, "I suspected, but when I searched the logs on my website, there wasn't much doubt left. One hit from an IP in town, on a Samsung phone, at the right time of night..."
She twitched her eyebrows as her hand slid down from my cheek and she sat back. "It's my side hustle. I only make a little over three hundred a month, but it's fun. I've always liked showing off."
I couldn't believe my eyes when she pulled down on the front of her dress and lifted those big, gorgeous tits out one after the other. She squeezed them together, and jiggled them.
"See? I don't mind that you've seen them. Get a good look."
As if I needed that instruction. I couldn't take my eyes off them. She was right that I'd seen them before, but an image on a screen and real, live tits close enough to touch were two different things.
I didn't even notice her moving because I was drinking in every inch of those tits, committing them to memory like they were the last thing I would ever see. I snapped out of that real quick when she curled her fingers around my wrists and lifted my hands.
There was no holding back the groan when she put my hands on those soft, warm tits.
"Mmm... There you go," Marissa moaned. "A little more relaxed now?"
I nodded as I squeezed and ran my fingers over her breasts. I couldn't believe it was happening.
"Did you tell anyone else about my pictures?"
"No," I answered while shaking my head. My thumbs slid over her big nipples, and they felt hard.
"I'd like to keep it that way.
Especially
from your mother. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure." There was no way in hell I was going to tell my mom that I'd seen her friend naked.
"Can you show me where you found my pictures?"
"Okay," I answered while continuing to worship her breasts.
She let out a laugh. "They're not going anywhere. Show me."
With the greatest of reluctance, I let go of those incredible tits and reached into my back pocket for my phone. It only took a few seconds to bring up the browser and click the bookmark to her pictures.
"Make sure your phone locks every time you leave it unattended," she warned. "All it would take is for you to leave your phone unlocked where your mom could see it... It would be better if you didn't save the links." She then read the header on the page, "Perfect big boob Milf Marcy May fingers her hairy pussy. I like that, even if it is copyright infringement."
Marissa then turned and picked up her phone from an end table. "Read that address out for me?"
I rattled off the address while she typed it into her own phone. As soon as I'd said the last little bit, I locked my eyes back on her tits. It felt strange — and hot — to watch her doing something so mundane as typing on her phone with her boobs out.
She continued to tap away and explained, "One of my fans is a lawyer, and he sends out cease and desist mails for me whenever I find my pictures on some site. It doesn't always work, because a lot of them are in other countries, but..."
Her shrug caused her breasts to lift in the most fascinating way.
"There. One more down. Most of my fans are good about it, but one must have leaked some of the pictures behind the paywall. It was inevitable I guess. I never see anything new, so they must have signed up, downloaded everything, and then cancelled. I spend so much time trying to track them down."
"Have you ever done a reverse image search?" I asked.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"Like this," I said, and then tapped on one of her pictures on my phone. A few seconds later, I brought up search results with a list of about twenty other Milf sites where her pictures were.
She gasped. "Oh my god. I spend ages scrolling through those sites, and you found them all in a couple of seconds. Can you do that with any picture? Can you show me how?"
"Yeah. All you have to do is..." I trailed off when she stood up and offered a hand.
"Come show me on my computer."
I took her hand and stood. She kept hold of it as she led me into the apartment. Even though her tits were still out, my eyes were drawn to her ass swaying back and forth. She smiled when she caught me looking.
The room she led me to was a bedroom, but it wasn't. The computer was over in one corner, and the rest of the room was filled with cords, ring lights, cameras on chargers, and tripods — all surrounding the bed.
Marissa finally let go of my hand when she sat down at the computer. She looked over her shoulder, grabbed my wrist, and settled my hand on her left breast. My eyes lit up when she logged into her Only Fans, revealing more naked pictures that I'd never seen before. My eyes darted back and forth, taking it all in while I squeezed and fondled the real thing in my hand.
She navigated to a picture set and said, "Walk me through it."
"Right click on a picture," I said.
"It's this one, isn't it?" she asked while hovering the cursor over the menu selection.
