Watch mommy dress up

After breakfast, Rebeccah's mother invites you to come watch her get dressed for the day, and you eagerly agree. You find yourself back in her walk-in closet, sitting on the little couch as she removes her night dress and then bends over to push her panties down her thighs. You blush as you watch her heavy breasts sway and you suddenly long to suckle on them.

"I think red today," she says to herself, pulling a sheer red panty and bra set from a drawer. She slowly pulls the panties up her thighs and carefully adjusts the panel over the patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It's almost as if she is putting on a show for you. Before putting on her bra, she brushes her palms over her nipples, which causes them to stiffen.

"Maybe you can nurse later when I put you down for a nap," she suggests, smiling at you with a sly look, then gently squeezes her nipples for emphasis.

"Yes, mommy," you croak, your throat suddenly very dry.

When her heavy breasts are finally nestled in the cups of her bra, she goes back over to the dresser and this time pulls out the rubber cock with a harness attached.

"I think we should practice some more," she says. "What do you think? Do you want to practice with the strap-on?"

You are so embarassed by the sight of the cock and harness that you can barely breathe and you find that you can't even answer her.

"I know it's hard for you to say," she says gently, as she straps the harness around her waist and fit's the fleshy cock into the ring. She approaches you, the big fleshy dong swaying back and forth in front of her and she cups your cheek affectionately.

"You can just nod if you're too embarassed to say it out loud," she says to you, looking down into your eyes. You feel helpless when she looks at you like that and you find yourself nodding.

"That's a good girl," she coos at you, pressing the head of the cock into your willing mouth. "Such a good girl."

"Just like that," she encourages you. "The most important thing about giving a good blow job is enthusiasm. Show that you are enjoying it, and that you want nothing more than to please the cock that's in your mouth. Make eye contact. All men love that. Show how turned on you are. You can even say things like how much it turns you on to have a big cock in your mouth. You can also check in to make sure you're doing it how he likes it."

You start to get more into it, looking up at Rebeccah's mother, trying to show her that it's turning you on to be pleasing her like this. You realize it really is turning you on. A lot.

"Try using your hands," she says to you huskily. "wrap your hand around my shaft and put your lips against it, then move both your hand and mouth up and down my shaft. Mmmmm, yes. Just like that. You're a natural at this."

"Use lots of saliva, and keep your tongue soft," she whispers hoarsely, "This is really starting to get me worked up,"

Looking up at her, you can see that her cheeks and chest are flushed with excitement and her eyes are smouldering with lust. You find that you want more than anything to please her and you put all of her advice into your performance, working the thick cock faster, and faster. Some small part of you wishes you could make her come this way. That you could feel her spurt into the back of your throat and swallow greedily as her balls pulse over and over.

She breaks you out of your reverie by laying a gently hand on your cheek.

"Goodness!" she exclaims breathlessly. "That was something! I think that's enough blow-job practice for today."

She stands in front of you, her glistening cock attached to your lower lip by a thin strand of saliva.

"I think we are both ready for the next part," she says. "Get on the couch on your hands and knees and show me how ready you are."

You hardly hesitate to get on the backless couch on your hands and knees, and exposing your bottom to her, beneath your tiny skirt.

"Just like with a blow-job, the most important part is enthusiasm," she says, laying a warm hand on your exposed bottom. "Normally, you would take out your plug beforehand so you don't have to fuss with it. Next time, we'll do that."

She gently pulls your plug out and places it on the dresser.