Making a Mess

One by one the buttons are unfastened, bit by bit Heather’s blouse opens, to reveal a column of fine, fair flesh that can be seen stretching from her neck to her waist with just a bit of bra running to interrupt it. Calmly, but with a small smile, she opens her shirt to show her magnificent MILF body. Held up and together by her simple white bra her massive tits had a cleavage that you could lose your wallet in and it would take you a moment to find it again. The soft mounds heave up and down with her slow breath, her cleavage alone hypnotizing me. Without me even telling it to my hand starts to pump faster.

“I suppose you’ll want the bra off as well.” She says, already unbuttoning her cuffs.

“Yes please.” I whisper.

“Figures.” She says as if it was a complaint, though the twinkle in her eyes told me that she was loving this as much as I was. Not in any sort of sensual or striptease kind of way she pulls off her shirt and folds it over across the toilet seat. “When I was young we still had to use our imaginations. The internet has made it too easy for your generation. Naughty pictures and movies whenever you want them, where’s the fun in that? Where’s the challenge?”

“Is, um, that why you don’t have a television or internet?”

“Truth is I find them boring. Without smell or a real human connection they’re just dead pictures to me.” Noticing my eyes glued to her cleavage she pushes her arms in to squeeze her fat mammaries together, nearly making them burst from their fabric prison through sheer pressure. “Don’t get me wrong. I do appreciate a pretty man when I see one, very much so, but for me looks alone can only do so much. I need a real, live man to really get warmed up.” She runs her fingers down the butt like crack of her smooshed mounds. “Even just in general entertainment. I’ll take a nice walk through the park any day over a movie or show. Think you’d be up for a light stroll after dinner?”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t hear a word I said!”

“Sorry. I was, uh, distracted.”

“Ha ha ha!” She laughs that good, honest laugh of hers, which makes her tits jiggle in such a nice way. “Men! Such visual creatures.” Reaching behind her she unfastens her bra and all at once her heavy breasts drop a few inches under the pull of gravity. Grabbing the straps she pulls the garment forward and off of her body. Straightening her back she thrusts her chest forward. “There. Is that better?”

“Oh wow!”

Last night I’d seen them in the pale light of the moon and they were amazing, but in the full bright lights of the washroom I could now see her boobs in every exquisite detail. So big, so round, so smooth! And I adored how even though they sagged a little the big, plump nipples still pointed straight at me as if looking back at me invitingly. Shifting closer Heather lays her breasts over the edge of the tub so that I could get a good close look at them.

“They might not be as nice as those fake ones you see in those dirty pornos.” She says. “But you’ll have to settle for these for now.”

“Oh Heather! You’re tits are way better than anything I’ve ever seen online.”

“You are such a fibber.” She says. “But I’ll let you off this time.” Looking down at her breasts she runs a hand over them then looks to my gawking face again. “It is nice to be looked at again. Especially by someone so handsome.” Reaching into the tub she gently pulls my free hand from the water to lay it on top of her closer tits. “It’s nice to be touched again too.”

“Ohhh.” I sigh, my stroking slows as I caress my fingers across her supple flesh leaving a wet trail behind them. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Mmm.” She sighs at my touch. “It ought to be. I look after myself.”

“I can tell. You’re sooo beautiful, Heather.”

“Mmmmm.” Her left hand softly strokes the back of my hand as it explores her bust. “That feels real good, baby.”

“I love your tits so much.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Heather?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“We barely know each other but, um…I, um…I really…like…being here…with you.”

“I like it too, Elliot.” She smiles. “And I wouldn’t say we barely know each other.” She winks. “You learn a lot about a man when he’s sucking on your titty.” I blush, which amuses her greatly. “You are just too yummy!” She tickles my chin. “I could have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner, AND dessert.”

“Ohhh, Heather. I want thhhaatmmm.” I moan as the cum begins to churn in my balls. Taking a soft yet firm hold onto her breast I play my thumb across her nipple as my stroking hand gets a bit faster.

Her excited eyes pan to my penis. “Feeling good?”

“I’m close.” I say in a harsh whisper. “Oh fuck, I’m close. Hmmmm.”

“God, this is so hot. You are so hot!” She licks her lips as the arm of the hand that I couldn’t see moves forward and back. “Go on, Elliot. Faster, baby. Stroke that big, beautiful cock for me.”

Faster and harder I jerk my dick and shift my grip toward the top in the way I do when I’m in my final stretch. The motions might have been the same as all of those hundred of times before, but not one of those solo faps could compare to this. Having Heather looming over me, having her perfect tits to ogle and fondle, and having her brown eyes watching my every movement took my masturbatory pleasure to a heady new high. My hand on her breast kneads and squeezes as my thumb plays across her erect nipple while other hand sends water and suds flying in its rapid jerks. The pressure inside builds and build and builds!

“Oooh, here it comes!” She says with widening eyes.

“Hmm! Hnngh! Ohhhh!” My moans turn to lewd whimpers as I pass the point of no return. “Ohhhh God!”

“That’s it baby. Good boy. Good boy!” She urges me on with rising passion in her voice, her arm at her side jerking quicker and quicker. In my imagination I could picture her huge cock throbbing as she stroked it through skirt and panties. I wish I could see it! I wish I could touch it! God, how I wanted her!!! “Pump faster. That’s it. Just like that. Ohhh, look at the big powerful cock ready to bust. Mmm. I want to see a nice big mess. A big gooey mess just for me.”

“Mmmm!”

“Yes! Yes! Cum for me, baby.” She grabs my hair and says in a commanding voice. “Cum for me now!”

BOOM! “GNNNNGHHHH!!!”

She wanted a mess? Well, she got one! As the rapture of climax grips me a great glistening rope of creamy jizz erupts from my dick, blasting through the mounds of bubbles to splatter across my chest.

“OHHHH YES!” Heather exclaims, her eyes ablaze. “Yes Elliot! Yes! YES!”

“Hnngh! Nnngh! MNNGH!” I groan as shoot wad after wad of cum over my writhing body, my other hand gripped tightly onto her tit. “MMMM!”

“Good boy!” She cheers as she pets my head. “Ohhhh, yes! Milk it allll out, baby. Milk out all that good, hot cum for me. Goooood boyyyyy!”

“Ohhhhhh!” My orgasm rocks me body and spirit, but far too soon it is over leaving me breathing heavy with a gooey mess down the center of my just cleaned torso. I squeeze the final dribble with a soft sigh. “Ohhhh.”

“Wow.” Heather says with a grin as she admires my load. “The boy can CUM! My goodness!”

“Whoooo. It’s easy…” I huff, the grip on her breast easing off. “…with the right inspiration.”

“Ha!” Taking up a clean cloth she dips it into the water and wrings it out. With a contented look she begins to clean my seed from my flesh. “What a messy boy.”

“Whew!”

“Thank you for playing with yourself for me.” Heather says warmly. “You are so much fun to play with.”

“Mmm, I loved having you watch me.” I say. “Um…did you cum, Heather?”

“Hm?”

“You were stroking yourself, weren’t you?”

“Ha ha ha! Caught red-handed.” She says. “No baby. I didn’t cum.” Leaning in she kisses my cheek and takes in a deep breath through her nose. “But you sure gave me something to think about later when I do. He he he. You are better than any internet, that’s for sure. You were amazing.”

“Oh, uh, good.” I say. “I’d…be happy to help…with that.”

“I wish we could, beautiful man. Ohhhh, I wish we could.” She kisses me again. “But better safe than sorry.”

“Oh.” I say, not able to entirely hide my disappointment. “But…”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“I’ll stroke you. I’ll eat you out. I’ll…um…do whatever you want. I will do anything you ask of me.”

“Oh?” Her brow rises.

“I’ll be so careful, Heather. I won’t let the, um, honey touch me or get in my mouth.” I plead. “I want to…make you feel as good as you do to me.”

After a moment where I actually thought I had a chance she takes a long breath and shakes her head.

“You are making me feel good, baby. More than you know. Now you quit tempting me, you scamp.” She boops my nose. “This is hard enough for me as it is.”

Shifting my tone into one of submission, the same tone that let me see her tits, I beg. “Pleeease?”

“Oh, don’t you even think about that again!” She chuckles. “You are a scrumptious little honey boy, but you are not irresistible.”

I flash her an impish grin. “I had to try.”

“Brat.” She leans in for yet another kiss, this one to my forehead. “It’s for your own protection, baby.”

I wanted to obey her, but I also desperately wanted to be with her in any way that she would let me. Fighting my own instinct to obedience I press one last time. “Couldn’t I just…watch?”

She stops and looks at me for a long second…then says. “I’ll think about it.” YES! “No promises though.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

We fall silent as I put my hands behind my head and lay still while Heather happily cleans my body all over again.