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I Tricked My Busty Stepmom! Chapter 3: Out in public
There are three things that make a pair of breasts fantastic:
1) They need to be of some substantial size. A very full C cup up to about a maximum of a DD-cup is just about perfect for a pair of hungry hands. Well, there's always the exception of a very thin Japanese woman with E-cups, but I digress.....
2) They need to be firm and have a great shape to them. They can't hang somewhat flat lacking shape, no, no, they must have a solid roundness and fullness like a pomegranate, or a firm teardrop shape, like a pair of firm, ripe, jutting avocados. You know, when they swoop down and outwards, their width filling the chest with a welcoming fullness.
3) They also need to have thick sizeable nipples and wide areolas too. Nice delicious and responsive gumdrops, chewable pencil erasers, thick suckable pacifier tips. Aaaahhhhh! Ripe for all the twisting, plucking and chewing on them that a dedicated titman loves to do.
Well, Becky had all of the above. Her tits were perfect! But you already knew that.
When Tommy awoke from his brief sex-induced slumber, he was greeted with a lovely sight.
There's nothing more sexy in this whole wide world than a thin busty woman wearing a tight-fitting, wife-beater tee shirt with no bra on. You know the kind with a sort of thin cotton ribbing that, when stretched out to the max, reveals an almost see-through thin cotton material. It stretched out quite nicely over her firm jutting jugs. It was glued to every contour and slope of her firm lovely bosoms thrusting out there for all the world to see. The icing on the cake was that her big thick nipples poked out against the cotton too and were totally obvious, leading the way and capturing the eyes of any man that even merely glanced in her direction. Nothing could be more beautiful at all......
And that's how Becky was dressed, along with her short pleated white tennis skirt, as she descended the staircase when Tommy woke up. He somehow knew she wasn't even wearing any panties under it at all either. He didn't need to ask. In fact, he was shocked by this image of loveliness. His cock stirred in his pants.
"Get up sleepy head. I want to go shopping with you at the mall."
Tommy awoke from his sex-induced slumber with an image of beauty before him. Of course, he wanted to go with her. He found himself quickly pulling up his sweatpants without giving it a second thought. Heck, a gorgeous babe like her wanting to parade out in public with him dressed like that, and particularly one so damn scantily clad, shit he'd follow her anywhere.
But what the heck, he thought, she wants to go out to the mall with me dressed like THAT? One glance at her and you knew she wasn't wearing a bra, no matter how far away from her you were you'd pick up on that. The large arm holes of the sleeveless top threatened to let her bouncing boobs pop right out the sides at a moment's notice. She was a walking wet dream, for sure. Well, as long as she was willing, he'd gladly go with her anywhere and show off what a hot sexy piece of meat he was going out with. His plan was working!
Ah, but so was hers. She wanted to help her stepson with his erection problem. Boy was she gullible to even believe his story to begin with, but she felt it was her mission to help her surrogate son, a particularly handsome one at that. Having fed him Viagra she really got him stuck in a situation where he couldn't hide his rock-hard boner in his pants. She wanted to get him hard and keep him hard. He had no idea what kind of trouble and teasing she was about to get him into.
Tommy's problem now was how to hide his constant boner and avoid being rock-hard all the time with his stepmom constantly seducing him and all. Pretty soon she'd realize he doesn't have any erection problem at all. He couldn't figure out why, but he could feel that inside his body his hormones were coursing through his veins like never before. He could fuck her 20 times a day. He was oblivious to the fact that she had spiked his drinks with Viagra earlier and he couldn't control himself even if he wanted to.
Becky was thinking that she probably shouldn't have spiked his drinks. How was she going to know if he still had an erectile problem or not anymore? Part of her didn't really care either because part of her totally liked getting rammed and fucked by a young stallion like Tommy. She was a bit confused herself, but still determined. She resolved to stop feeding him Viagra. She needed to see if she was actually helping him get an erection for real, or not.
Becky hadn't been fucked speechless in quite some time. Even Tommy's dad couldn't perform as well as he could. This was becoming a very enjoyable game, an ecstatic way of helping her poor stepson who was, she believed, having trouble keeping a girlfriend because he couldn't get an erection, at least that's what he had told her. He had actually broken up with a very hot babe just to begin this plan of his. He knew he could get her back too if he needed to. Becky needed to be careful if she herself wasn't falling for him in a big way. Her pussy was so wet and happy she just couldn't resist continuing to tempt and tease him though.
"C'mon, let's get in the car. You drive" she said.
He still couldn't believe it. If any guy just took a glance at her he'd be frozen in his tracks. Her big braless and completely unconstrained double D-cups jiggled with every step she took. Her tits didn't hand flat against her chest. No, they still had all of her youthful firmness, width and bounty. They were wide, full and firm hooters and he just loved sucking and abusing them. The dark shadows of her areola and nipples glued any man's eyes directly to her. She was amazing to look at. A feast for the eyes and she was walking alongside him hugging his arm like she was HIS!
Becky reached down and gave his cock a pinch as they approached the car. She wanted to make sure he wasn't wearing any underwear again and certainly not wearing his jock strap like before, and she was right. He was hanging in the wind, loose and flopping around inside his sweatpants. She liked the fact that she could grab him any time she wanted.
They drove with the windows down. It was a hot day after all, and the wind was blowing her hair all around as her hooters bounced with every jiggle and bump the car encountered. Her nipples were getting quite hard too with the anticipation of a bit of harmless exhibitionism. Her seat belt strap went right down between her two breasts pushing her already tight, skimpy top even tighter over her jutting tits. Her tennis skirt rode up quite high on her hips as she sat in the front seat. It wrapped tightly around every curve of them making her irresistible. Tommy couldn't help but reach over and give a firm squeeze to her left breast. Becky felt for his stiffening cock again and was pleased to see it rising and tenting in his pants. She continued to rub him as he drove.
He squeezed her, and she squeezed him in a mutual love fest. Tommy continued to drive and manhandle her jutting hooters making sure to flick and pinch her stiffened nipples. He was, however, getting really hot and jittery in the driving seat now, what with a fully erect cock developing in his pants. He wanted to hide it from her, but he also wanted to thrust his hips. It was very uncomfortable, yet very comfortable too, all at the same time.
As much as Becky loved his ministrations, she withdrew her hand from his hard cock and placed his hand back on the steering wheel. "Focus on the driving tiger. We need to get there alive." She said.
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It was then that Becky daydreamed back to one drunken night after high school graduation when she was feeling really randy and dressed like she did today. She wore a thin yellow summer dress that evening with two thin shoulder straps barely holding her thin dress on her. It had a lacy pattern on it and was even somewhat see-through. Feeling exceptionally risquΓ© that night, she didn't even wear a bra at all, and the guys really took some notice. The pattern on her dress was really confusing and one couldn't tell if they were looking at her naked flesh or if it was the pattern on her dress, so they certainly did stare at her a lot. A guy had to actually stare at her to figure out what he was looking at and that was really embarrassing for most of them. Once they did stare, or got close enough, they could easily see glimpses of the naked flesh of her hooters, her areola and her nipples which were very prominent from the thrill of what she was doing. Her big double-D's were almost naked to the eye, unencumbered and bouncy as can be. She was a feast for the eyes.
And so, it happened that two guys started talking to her in a darkened corner of the club she was in. Only one of them was actually doing the talking. That's because he was the smooth talker of the two of them. His friend stood nearby but stayed out of the conversation, openly staring at her body as much as he could; drinking her up with his eyes.