Linda teases during dinner

“Let me turn on some music,” Linda suggested, using any excuse to show off her drop dead gorgeous body to her husband and son.

Both men ogled Linda’s taut, thong clad booty as it swung and swished inside the shiny, skin-tight evening dress. Adam felt his cock rise under the dinner table as delectable slices of tan thigh high atop his mother’s dancer’s legs peeked out from the high slit in her turquoise gown.

His “blue balls” aching from being repulsed by his big-titted wife, William Carter swallowed hard watching his wife’s long, blonde tresses swish around all the way down to the deep cleavage of the ass crack of her tight butt. He slid his eyes down her mile long legs, listening to her 4-inch black stiletto heels clack against the hard floor.

His heart seemed to thud hard in rhythm with each snap of heel on floor, a corresponding little jiggle of the swimsuit model’s tight buns. Each sound sending pangs of desire firing through his painfully bloated nut sack.

Linda smiled wickedly, her back turned to the two drooling men. She purposely swung her curvy hips, counting on the lewd sight of her salacious, hourglass figure molded into the impossibly tight dress to tease and **** her men. She relished the power her sexy body had over any man she wanted and she now used it fully.

“Oh my,” she bent low to the console controls, stretching like a gymnast. Adam gasped as he watched his mother’s full, bubble rear end swelled tight in her gown as she bent over. The slinky dress rode up her well-muscled legs as she took a little too long to fiddle with the controls with dainty fingers decorated with pink painted nails.

“Ohhhh,” Linda turned in profile, a white-gloved hand pressed against her big breasts in a useless attempt to hide the heavy orbs from showing out the side of her skimpy dress. They hung tight against her top, fleshy mountains bulging out, tantalizing both men as they both leaned forward, eyes hungry for the sight of more smooth titty.

“I don’t seem to,” the sultry blonde pretended to have trouble, giving her little ass a twitch, her diamond earrings sparkling, bobbing toward the floor. She rose, smiling, hand poised on the top of her incredible breasts, the bulging tops of which were squeezed high on her trim frame by the tight gown.

Linda smiled graciously, inwardly gleeful at the two open mouths gaping at her voluptuous body.

“A little jizz--er jazz?” She quickly corrected herself, sultry, squealing saxophone now oozing soulfully from the theater speakers hidden around the spacious, white-walled room. Linda floated back to the table, her hips gyrating unconsciously to the smoky beat of the smooth jazz. The two men’s eyes bugged trying to take in her sexy walk accompanied by the delicious jiggle of her large tits wiggling in the overburdened bust of her elegant frock.

Both William and his son were speechless, almost not breathing, as Linda’s hot body swaggered closer, her massive tit globes pushed forward as if they were laying on a shelf high above her taut, muscled belly, wobbling sexily with every step.

Linda paused just before she reached her seat, midway between the two men and started to sway to the music.

"Mmmmm," Linda raised her arms high to run through her long, golden tresses. Adam watched the movement thrust her big tits forward. He could make out stubby, poking nipples threatening to cut through the sheer, shimmering turquoise.

Linda turned and thrust her hips toward her husband, wiggling her supple curves as a wicked smile spread across her seductive face. The dress was tight, like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Adam, honey,” Linda warbled in a syrupy, sexy voice. “Would you fix my broach?” She leaned slowly, deliberately, her hands on the table in front of her son, letting her round, firm tits almost spill out of her tight top.

Adam was getting dizzy inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume as he stared at his mother’s full breasts inches away from his face. Adam **** his lips closed to keep his tongue from flopping out and hitting the floor.

“It’s come undone, sweetie, and I don’t want to poke myself.” Linda cooed, reaching one hand over to grab a goblet of white wine while still leaning herself on the table with the other hand.

“Unnngh,” William let out a little moan, wanting nothing more than a poke at his wife, staring over at a nice wedge of side boob, but he was too tongue-tied to say a word.

The sex-hungry husband gazed in wonder at the single strap straining around and against his wife’s supple neck, holding up her sizeable chest treasures. He would give anything right now to give the little clasp a little flick, releasing the pressure and watching his wife’s round boobs cascading from her gown, bounding out and smacking pink nipples against the smooth table.

William, sitting next to Adam, now leered with envy as his son’s quaking fingers moved tentatively toward his mother’s ample chest. He watched his wife’ face crane above her statuesque décolletage as her full, red lips drained a gulp of the pale, dry wine.

"I was sooo thirsty," Linda simpered. "Now, son, I'm hungry. But I'm sure you have some thick, hot meat all ready for Mommy, hmmmm?"

"Uh, Mom...Let me...shit!" Adam rasped.

Adam was having no success fastening the clasp of the diamond broach dangling from the single strap holding back Linda’s tit tsunami. Adam could feel tangible heat rising from his mother’s succulent boob shelf, just inches from his shaking fingers.

“Here, let me!” William lunged over, seizing the broach from his son and tugging awkwardly on the delicate strap holding Linda’s tits in her top.

“Oooooh!” Linda jerked in surprise, some of the wine spilling out of the corner of her full lips. A clear stream dribbled down her chin and dripped down all over her upper chest. Adam watched in surprise as a little river slid into her deep cleavage, moistening the dark tunnel between her 39DD fun bags.

“Oh my, boys. My chest is all wet,” Linda’s lips pouted in a little girl whine, though she made no move to help herself. She only thrust out her buxom chest, as if to prove her point that she had wet tits.

William found himself in a tug of war for the nearest cloth napkin, which Adam, stronger, ripped away from him. Adam eagerly started to dab away the moisture from his mom’s incredible rack, enjoying the way Linda’s firm tits gave under the pressure of his fingers and then sprang back in position, jiggling pleasantly before coming back to rest.

Adam's huge cock was now straining painfully against his tight pants.

“A little lower, honey.” Linda whispered, her breathing coming in quick shallow bursts. Adam happily kept up his rubbing.

“Lower, Adam. Some of it got underneath my top.” Linda’s voice cracked as Adam’s eager fingers slipped under her dress top, dabbing away, not particularly caring if he was finding moisture, just happy to be feeling his mother’s warm tit flesh.

"Mmmmm, lower. Ohhhh."

He heard his mother gasp as enjoyed the forbidden touch of his fingers grazing against her stiff nipples as they dug inside her top. Adam's stiff cock leapt in his pants, precum oozing from its crown.

“Oooh, that’s good honey, make sure you dry it all up.” Linda teased, looking into her son’s eyes and swinging the tip of her pink tongue across the top of her red mouth.

She set down her wine glass and gave her tits a little shrug as if to adjust them in her top. This move slid more tasty tit meat against Adam’s eagerly moving fingers.

“If I didn’t know any better…” William mumbled, just on the brink of telling his son to get his fingers off his wife’s tits, but the next moment getting wicked tinge of desire watching his son pawing at his wife’s incredibly sexy boobs.

“Dream on, son!” He thought to himself. “Those are my big beauties.”

William looked forward to sliding his fingers in and out of the slippery valley of his wife’s mammoth tits while smacking Linda’s fine ass and pounding her from behind. He pictured her big tits sliding across a smooth table much like the one at which they now sat, his prick exploding in her hot, wet tunnel.