Teased and jammed

“Uh,” you begin, both turned on and a little surprised by the sight of your girlfriend’s mother standing in front of you virtually naked, and you’re **** to take a hard gulp before managing to stutter out a minimalist “it looks good.”

“Really?” Jo replies, apparently unfazed by appearing like this in front of you, not even acknowledging the fact that you’ve spent a few seconds staring straight at her surprisingly firm pair of large breasts, “Then how does it make me look from behind?”

Spinning around so that you can no longer gawk at her tits or the neat triangle of air above the fleshy lips of her sex, Jo instead presents you with her ass.
You’ve given it a glance or two when she’s been wearing jeans or some other tight legwear, which has been often, though always trying to do it so that neither she nor April would notice. Still, Jo’s ass surprises you by being both well-rounded and very firm-looking, just like her tits, and you pray that April’s body will look as good as that in twenty years time as her mother’s does right now.

“John,” you can hear Jo say, “how does it look from that angle?”

“Oh,” you struggle to cast a glance in her general direction, “it looks good.”

“Fine,” with that Jo has spun around again, doing so fast enough to give you a sample of how her breasts look like when their bouncing, “then I’ll buy it.”

She stops speaking for a moment, and you’re seriously considering making a move, guessing that April’s mother can’t be naïve enough to invite a guy to see her practically naked without having it considered a flirt, especially not if you add the way that she’s been acting ever since you two left the house.

A “Would you mind waiting outside while I get dressed?” from Jo signals that you’ve been too slow in making up your mind, and you reverse your way out of the booth as she begins to slide the negligee up over her head.

You feel a bit embarrassed as you stand outside of the changing room with a tent in your pants while you wait for Jo, who eventually emerges after having changed back into the jacket and skirt.

Ten minutes later, Jo has bought the negligee for herself and a sandwich for you, and you’re back in the car, heading home.
Neither of you have mentioned the changing room incident, though Jo remains upbeat and flirtatious as she steers the car out onto the highway.

Her mood is brought down a little however when you find yourselves caught in a traffic-jam, inching your way forwards in the midst of what has got to be several hundreds of cars.

Since you’re in the outside lane with a truck in front of you and the traffic flowing freely in the opposite direction, you’ve really only got one place to look and that’s to your left. There’s nothing terrible to look at even in that direction however, since the neighbouring car is a Volvo estate with a Great Dane in the back who’s peeking at you with happy dumb eyes and its pink tongue flapping in front of its chin.

Suddenly, you feel something brush softly against your cock, and every hair on your body stiffens up. A second or so goes by before you feel your dick being touched again, and you tear your eyes from the vivid scene of a big dog drooling against a car-window to find that Jo is now rubbing her right hand over your crotch while her left one remains on the wheel, her gaze still kept on the traffic in front of you.

You sit still and feel your member harden as Jo keeps touching it through your pants, and its stiffening has soon brought a naughty grin to Jo’s face.

So far you’ve remained quiet, but now Jo has moved on to slowly pull down your zipper.