"Hello Jeff" my step-mother said as I got back from football training.
"Hi Sharon, gee, I sure could do with a shower?"
"Go ahead, you're dinner will be ready by the time your out" Sharon said.
Sharon is my step-mother, and we get on well. I lost my mother at an early age, and my father has been seeing Sharon since I was in my mid-teens. Now I'm 20 and go to college. Sharon is in her mid-40's, and has been very kind to me all these years. In recent years I've felt like I could talk to her about all kinds of things.
I needed a shower so desperately after training that I quickly got to the bathroom, closed the door and stripped down. I only lived a street away from the park, so I didn't bother showering at the training grounds. I'd forgotten to get a clean pair of underwear, or clothes, or even towel, that I yelled from the "Sharon, could you-"
"I'm one step ahead of you honey" Sharon replied as she opened the bathroom door with a towel and clean pair of underwear.
"Oh Thanks Sharon" I said as I was rubbing soap up and down my body.
As my head was under the flowing water, my eyes were closed, Sharon gazed at my body casually. She admired my body as it reminded me of my father. She thought to herself, that Jeff certainly inherited the right features from his father. Furthermore she made sure she had an eyeful of the young man's penis, as it dangled downwards pointing to the ground under the flowing water. She dashed out of the bathroom before I began to notice.
I dried up and put my jocks on, and headed to the kitchen. As most guys would know, underwear is always a great device to show off you attributes. Although I didn't have any intention of this (yeah right), as I walked casually in the kitchen, where Sharon handed me the shorts I was after. She stood in front of me and watched me put my shorts on, as I mounded it over by bulge. Sharon was getting awfully hot at the sight.
Anyway, dinner went on, and Sharon explained that my father was away for the weekend. We chatted for a bit and I helped wash the dishes. After that I went to couch and flicked the telly on. "Sharon" I yelled. "Are You coming to sit down?"
"Sure honey, I'll be right there, I've got some desert" she said.
I waited around and she came to the room, with a bowl of ice cream. We sat around and ate up and talked some more.
I don't know what happened, but as she got up to get the bowl from the table, she bent in front of me and I was given front row seats to her cleavage. I froze there with my mouth open and my tongue almost sticking out. Her boobs were so big and heavy. "Hey" Sharon said as I snapped out it.
"Ohh sorry Sharon, I just couldn't help notice..."I stuttered
"How big they are?" Sharon said as she finished my sentence.
"Well yeah, how big they are?" I replied embarrassingly
"40 DD" to be precise, she said which we both laughed. "It's okey honey" she said as she sat down next to me on the couch. I was still looking at them.
"Sorry, I didn't realise they were so big" I replied
"I can't help the way I'm made" Sharon replied as a joke
"I didn't mean that, I mean they're beautiful" I said.
"You're starting to sound like your father" Sharon said. For that we both laughed. Sharon was taking it all as a funny incident. I was glad she didn't take offense.
Meanwhile I gawked at her breasts. She was wearing a red dress, with very thin straps. It was remarkable how they held her breasts considering she didn't have a bra. Sharon was not a very tall lady, although she a nice round backside, and large breasts. Her nipples began to harden, as I looked on at them. Her nipples were large, and started poking out.