Play it Cool

I decide to play it cool and not push anything. I situated my cock so it didn't cause the crotch of my pants to bulge out too much.

Mrs. Melba said, "How about a ham sandwich and some chips. You look like you could use a good meal. You are a little flushed, are you feeling all right."

I thought yes, I am flushed from jacking off while watching you take a shower, but instead I just said, "I feel fine, I'm sure I am not getting sick."

She went into the kitchen and I followed her there. She busied herself in the refrigerator and pulled out a large ham, "Do you like mustard and mayo on your sandwich?" she asked popping up above the door. "How about lettuce and tomato?"

I like everything on my sandwich, and she filled her arms with the ingredients. "There are some potato chips in the cupboard if you would like to grab them, she said. I moved by her towards the cupboard and I could swear that she moved her ass out just a little to brush my swollen cock when I moved past her.

"Oh, excuse me," she said as she bumped into me.

"No problem," I mumbled as I tried to keep from ejaculating in my pants. I was glad I had just jacked off or I would have certainly spurted right then.

I grabbed the chips and headed back over the table. I moved by her again, and this time she definitely rubbed herself against my bulging cock.

"I am sorry James, I am such a klutz today," she said.

I almost stopped and grabbed her at that point, thinking about playing my hand about my lustful thoughts towards her but something held me back. I somehow staggered back to the table and looked over towards her again. She was squirting some mustard onto my sandwich, but it seemed to be plugged somehow. As I watched the squeezable mustard suddenly exploded and squirted out on the sandwich, her hands and splattered up across the front of her white t-shirt. Her protruding nipple was covered with the yellow mustard.

Her voice startled me out of my starting at her tits. She said, "James would you grab the washcloth and wipe off my shirt. I have ham and mustard all over my hands," she said holding her hands in the air. As she lifted her arms her big tits pushed forward, and I could even more clearly see her big nipples sticking out through the thin T-shirt.

I could not believe what she was asking me. She must be trying to send me a message to come on to her. Wipe off her shirt; I would be touching her stiff nipple. What did she expect me to do? I walked over to the sink and got the rag, and turned around towards her. My cock was tenting out the front of my pants, and I knew she had to see my erection. I wiped the rag gingerly across the front of the shirt, and I could feel her nipple through the thin t-shirt and rag. Holy crap I thought I am feeling Mrs. Melba's tits. I stroked harder cleaning the yellow mustard from the front of her shirt.

The white t-shirt became soaked with the wetness from the rag, and became almost transparent where it was wet. I continued to wipe, stroking her nipple with the rag; I could see the hard, pink tip stiffen as the chill of the wetness hit it. Mrs. Melba's breathing started to come harder and faster, and I wondered is she really getting turned on by my wiping her shirt off. She reached up and grabbed my hand, breaking my concentration on her nipple and said, "I think it's clean now James." Then she stood staring into my eyes, I did not know what to do.

Suddenly we heard the front door open. Syd was home, his entrance startled us out of our trance, and she yelled to him that she was going to change her shirt, but that he should continue making lunch for me and himself as well.

He came in and looked at me funny. "What happened here," he said looking at my red face, and the mustard all over the counter.

"Oh, your mom just spilled mustard and I was helping her clean it up. No big deal," I said covering up my feelings of lust towards his mother.