Brenda shows off

Brittany's eyes were wide as she watched her mother's brazen display. Frank noticed that she was squeezing her own breast with one hand as she watched, and he saw the flush of excitement on her neck.

"I bet you're like all men, you like to see a woman on her knees, don't you Frank?" Brenda had wriggled out of her jeans and was kneeling on the floor, lifting her shirt. "Here's the only part of me that isn't natural," she giggled.

"Without help, I'm not much bigger than Brittany's little cupcakes," she added, drawing a disgusting gasp from her daughter as she stripped off her bra. "But a man could really lose himself in these, don't you think Frank? Give me your honest opinion."

"Honestly, it's not what a woman looks like, it's what she can do with it," Frank growled softly. "What can you do Brenda?"

She looked at him with wanton, hungry eyes, as she peeled off her panties. She seemed to have forgotten Brittany was in the room, so tightly focused was she on Frank.

"Come here and I'll show you," she husked. "Lemme show what a woman like me can do. God I've been going without for too long. C'mere and use my chin to rest your balls on."