Putting those jugs to use

Once again, I open my eyes much earlier than usual. The sunlight is breaking through the cracks in my curtain, and an inane ringing burrows through my ears, giving me that last bit of encouragement I needed to reach out of bed and turn the damn thing off. I slide on some of my clothes, not really paying much attention to what I’m wearing. Usually it’s just a derivative of a t-shirt with some generic sweatpants or jeans, much like many of my classmates. Properly suited up, I take a sip of water, unplug my phone and mosey on downstairs.

As I come down, I see my mom busy behind the stove like yesterday. She’s probably had this routine for ages, but I’m finally getting up early enough to see into her life a little bit more. Just like yesterday, she’s wearing a loose, comfy looking blouse draped over her shoulder. Her hair is hanging down in a somewhat messy fashion, looking like she had just rolled out of bed. My gaze quickly spots the difference between today and yesterday however, and I stop in my tracks.

Over my mom’s ass was nothing but a bright red thong. If it wasn’t for the waistband, you’d think she was completely naked from the waist down. As she cooks her eggs she rolls back and forth on her heels, swaying her ass back and forth in my direction in an almost hypnotic pattern. This is the best ass I’ve ever seen. Sitting proud on her wide hips, each thick cheek hangs over from her legs in a large but firm bubble. I smile; I can’t wait to get my hands on that.

As I walk over, I start to wonder why she’s wearing so little. Even yesterday while it was just us at the house, she still put on some token clothing, not just outright baring her ass. The fabric was painted on and showed nearly every detail yes, but it was still at least some shield for modesty. I wonder if it has to do with her expectations of what’s appropriate. She had already dressed rather casually in the mornings, especially since at this hour she was basically all alone in the house. Maybe that trigger I got for her just greatly escalates how scandalous clothes she’s willing to wear for each situation. If that’s true, then I need to stop by to see Ms. Lia at the beach. I’ve seen her around town so I know she dresses pretty much the same whether she’s at school or hanging around locally, but a place where women are expected to show skin? That’s going to be good.

Eventually I reach my mom, and she turns back to me with a smile.

“Hi Dave! Pleasure seeing you up so early again. You want some coffee? I’ll make you some eggs.” She gestures to the coffee pot on the counter and reaches for the carton of eggs while I continue approaching her. Right behind her, I wind up and smack her on her open cheeks. A yell escapes from her lips as the eggs she’s holding falls into the pan. Right on her ass the mark of my open hand begins to appear, and her flesh jiggles wildly for a second before settling back down to its proud poise on her hips.

“Of course mom, I’d love that. Thanks!” I try to keep my voice calm as I slap her ass again a little softer. A short yelp comes out of her mouth, and as I walk around her to grab my coffee I look back to see her breathing a little heavier. Even if she accepts her fate as no big deal, the **** still gets to her it seems like. With my mug in hand, and phone in the other, I walk back to behind the stove and keep my mom company.

Waiting for my breakfast, I make mom squat down as she finishes up. Her ass lowers and reaches out towards me, showing off how well those years of regular exercise have kept her in shape. Thankfully for her, she’s a tall woman and the stove isn’t too high, so she can mostly manage to keep up the work.

“What you up to mom?” I knew I’d get some bullshit answer, but it was fun to see how she viewed things.

“Oh I’m just keeping in shape. A little exercise on a regular basis is better than a lot rarely.” Keeping my eyes on her booty, I continue to mess with my phone and watch her move her ass up and down. Her butt flexes showing off her muscles, and I start hardening rapidly as I stand there. Not content to just watch, I put down my mug and start gently slapping her. I’m not trying to hit her as hard as I can to watch the booty go flying, instead I’m getting a feel for her as she works her glutes. I feel how the soft bubble of flesh hardens as she lowers herself, and my mouth almost starts watering.

“Alright, I’m all done Dave.” She turns her head to see me staring down at her, and a frown comes over her. “Just watch are you looking at Dave?” Giving me a stern look, I wonder what was going wrong this time.

“I’m just slapping your butt mom, isn’t that ok?” I try to play it off as innocently as I can, but given the sheer stupidity of the situation that’s a struggle for me.

“I know that dear, but watch your eyes. You shouldn’t be staring at your own mother like that.” Ok, that’s a weird thing to be concerned about. Especially considering that I’m still taking shots are her ass, and she’s still presenting it right to me. Looking away from her face and back down to what I came here for, I take a sharp swing and see the ripple travel through her butt.

“Sorry, I was just keeping watch of where I was hitting. I didn’t want to hit your leg or something, I’d never do that to you. I’m sorry…” I put as much sorrow into my voice as I finally calculated the right thing to say as she waited for my response. She had been looking at me impatiently in the meantime with her arms crossed under her breasts, and hilariously her body still squatted over as my hand continued to smack her bubble butt.

“Sigh. It’s ok honey, I can understand that and I forgive you.” I release her from her pose and let her pull me into a hug, and before I pull away I take a few playful shots at her ass, enjoying the quick intake of air each time my hand strikes down. Pulling away I take my seat and notice how red her right cheek has gotten. Maybe I was overdoing this, or maybe I just needed to work out both hands from now on.

As she walks over to the table with the eggs and sausage she had prepared, I wait patiently as my milf of a mom serves me nearly bottomless. I thank her with a little lovepat and she takes her seat across from me. It’s a little disappointing now that she’s sitting down. Having gawked at and played with her ass for the last 10 minutes, only being able to see the faint outline of her tits through the blouse was a bit underwhelming. At least it made it a little easier to make conversation with her, being less preoccupied. She was rather curious about why I had gotten up early two days in a row, and I tell her it was to slap her butt, which gets a laugh and a smile out of her. I laugh too.

My mom finishes before me and then heads upstairs to get dressed for work. Hanging out at the table, I ponder what she might do, given how she’s a high-ranking executive on a serious business path. I don’t have to wait long before I hear her footsteps come down the staircase and I raise my head to watch.

First thing I see is a pair of grey high heels. Although they’re simple and classy, they’re much longer than I had ever seen her wear to work. Following her long bare legs I catch the hem of her skirt sitting at a only about a third of the way down her thigh. This is a white pencil skirt that clings tightly to every curve of her hips, and from below on the stairs I can almost makes out flashes of her red thong. The rest of her body comes into view with a clean, wrinkle-free white blouse tucked carefully into her skirt and a black jacket that doesn’t quite come down to her waistline.

As I soak in her curves, she walks over to the table with a little more sway in her hips than normal, probably from the heels. She gives me a hug goodbye, and I take the chance to look down at her ass to see that the skirt does wonders to highlight every curve. Turning around to walk out the door, I give her one last slap for good luck, and notice how the fabric of her skirt only barely comes down over the edge of her butt. That is one hell of a professional outfit. After giving myself a moment to recover, I finally head out the door, and given my early rising I decide to play with the app a little early.

About half an hour ago at Ms. Lia’s house, the busty teacher wakes up topless the second day in a row, her tits crushed under her torso, threatening to spill out on either side. She’d always hated how large-chested she was and did her best to hide it, hoping that people would take her more seriously. Recently though, something well beyond strange had come over her and threatened to uplift her entire life. Dreading her new hell, Sofia Lia manages to pull herself up, flashbacks to yesterday when her legs hijacked her to the car rushing back to her.

Walking up to her dresser, she quickly takes inventory of what she can wear. After putting on some fresh, plain white panties and a modest but fitting pencil skirt, she begins looking through the bras. Most of them her hands don’t even allow her to touch. No every time she reaches for a plain, simple, workable bra, her hand freezes up over it like she’s having second thoughts. But she’s not having second thoughts, he hand just refuses to cooperate, as if it has some say in what goes over her tits. Having enough of this silent argument, she goes to her lingerie section and finds some they can agree too, although she isn’t happy about it. Ms. Lia ends up walking away from the dresser wearing a frilly, pink, strapless push-up bra, her hands asserting themselves that she would be showing as much cleavage as she could.

With a long valley of flesh in front of her, the teacher wears a red face as she frowns at the selection of tops. Again, most of them are out unless she doesn’t want to pull it over her tits, or is ok with breaking out some scissors. Towards the back end of her closet she finally finds the collection of shirts she thought she had outgrown when she quit her partying days. All of them were thin, most of them were bright colors, and they all gave a wonderful view of her jugs. Her hands and her come to a deal with a deep purple wool shirt. The fabric is rather stretchy and fits right to the underside of her boobs, with a wide scoop neckine exposing the top half of her tits, traveling up to either should and closing around to her upper back. As she checks herself out in the mirror, she goes to adjust the outfit to give her a little more safety room between the fabric line and her nipples. Her hands reach the edge, but rather than pull up her shirt they pull it down, exposing a slight hint of bright pink bra from under her dark shirt. Giving up, she puts on her flat shoes and heads to the door.

Stopping by the fridge, she reaches in to grab a smoothie from the back. A little behind on grading from the chaos that’s enveloped her, she figured there wasn’t time to cook a proper breakfast, choosing to rely on the colorful meal replacement. As she leans over to reach towards the back of the fridge, her nipples scrape the edge of a few containers of soup, hardening them and yielding a short retort from her scowling face. With her drink in hand, she walks away to pick up her keys and purse.

In her simple but alluring outfit and wide expanse of tit-flesh open to the air, she knew she was hitting all 10s. But the fact that none of this was her choice fueled a fire inside her as she raged against the mysterious **** that was hijacking her life. Reaching for her purse, she crouches down to pick it up and fishes out her keys, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Having packed a large number of items in there, the thin leather strap presses into her boobs across the left nipple. Apparently, her hands were satisfied by this, as moving to fix the issue only ended with her hand resting on the bottom of her tit, holding onto the curves. Stepping towards the door, she pauses to calm herself down and prepare to soldier on through. With a deep breath, she begins towards the door, and pauses dead in her tracks as she places the ice-cold smoothie down into her cleavage.

Waiting outside with my car just barely out of sight of Ms. Lia’s front door, I wait like a child on Christmas. Having rolled up mere minutes ago, I established my base and opened Custom Girl. Greeted by a fresh set of gems and commands, I quickly browse through the selection before she can walk out and spoil the mood. Reaching the Breasts category, I pause as I see the perfect command.

Uses cleavage to hold items short term when possible. Items can only be taken out if necessary to use, or to be stored elsewhere if they won’t be needed on a moment’s notice. 7 gems

Fuck…….

The succubi were getting a creative I see. I imagine how class is going to look with her shoving things down into that valley and my dick instantly wakes up. Selecting this command, I’m left with 3 gems to spend elsewhere, and decide to click on the gear icon next to the new command. Unsure how this could possibly get more degrading, I take a dive into the options.

Can’t remove items from cleavage until end of the day 2 gem

Must hold drinks within cleavage in order to consume 4 gems

Items placed by others may not be removed by her, nor may she retaliate or attempt to prevent placement, or prevent taking of items she does not own 3 gems

Damn, these were pretty good. The only options I had explored before were under her speech restrictions, and those were all just variations on how it was enforced. These all greatly changed the impact of the command. While the thought of her sucking on a drink held up with her tits was definitely erotic as hell, it unfortunately was more than I could afford right now. However, that last option seemed promising as hell, and had loads of potential to play with. This was going to be hard to beat for 3 gems, so I selected it and enabled awareness for both her and everyone else about her new front pocket.

The next few minutes felt like hours as I waited for the bitch to walk out of her house. Finally, I see her, or more accurately her tits, approach from behind the wall as her door opens. Following a quick breath, the rest of her body follows and I catch the foxy woman walk down her steps. I smile like an idiot when I zero in on the bottle crammed between those two melons. Each step she takes, the white window of her cleavage jiggles and I see the cap of her drink wiggle side to side, pointing up at her reddening face. A small amount of dew has already begun to form on the cold beverage and it shines in the sunlight, as she pauses to reach up and fiddle with the cap, only to find her hands resting on either side of her cleavage, serving to highlight her **** rather than stop it.

Not willing to risk her legs betraying her again, she picks herself up again and continues towards her car. My finger’s on the trigger however, as I watch her bend over sharply. I can’t see her face from this angle, but I see her tits hang low with a subtle swinging, and they manage to keep their grip on her breakfast. Letting her back up, the magic of her push-up bra keeps her tits facing up and away proudly, and with a look of defeat she finishes her walk to her car. Reaching for a sip of her smoothie, she looks extremely relieved, but finds her hands digging it back in place when she finishes. Not wanting to get caught, I start up my car and head to school.