"Pleasuring the female breast."

"Pleasuring the female breast," Mrs. Cleft announces the title of the first exercise. "Joy, could you come stand next to me and face Tommy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cleft," you agree.

You cross the room to stand next to the chair in which she is sitting. You turn to face Tommy and see that his red face has darkened almost to purple.

"Now, Joy, would you please remove your top and show us your breasts," she instructs.

Tommy looks as though he might have a stroke. His hands are positioned carefully in his lap to conceal his erection.

"Sure things, Mrs. Cleft," you reply.

You look Tommy right in his bulging eyes as you untie the front of your blouse. You hold it dramatically in place for a moment before you shrug it off and let it fall to the floor. Tommy stares in wonderment at the smooth curve of your D-cup breasts. You stand unashamed, but slightly excited, as his eyes lock onto your hard pink nipples.

"Very nice, Joy," Mrs. Cleft remarks. "Now, these appear to be D-cup sized, perhaps a 36 inch bust. Larger than average but smaller than mine. The breasts and particularly the nipples are highly sensitive and can become even more excited during the act of intercourse. Joy, you appear to be somewhat excited by our conversation already."

Mrs. Cleft taps one of your nipples with her pointers and you giggle.

"There are a number of ways to stimulate the breasts," Mrs. Cleft sets aside the pointer.

"You can lightly stroke the sides," she runs her fingers along the sides of your breasts.

"You can tease the nipples," she brushes her fingers back and forth across your nipples.

"You can pinch them," Mrs. Cleft lightly pinches your nipples.

"You can also use your mouth," she looks up at you. "Joy, why don't you stand over by Tommy so he can try."

You walk over to Tommy and stand between his legs. He looks up at you hesitantly.

"Go ahead, Tommy," Mrs. cleft instructs. "She won't mind. Will you, Joy?"

"Absolutely not, Mrs. Cleft," you chirp in reply.

Tommy reluctantly lefits his shaking hands up to your large breasts and lets them settle on them. He's holding them like two softballs he just caught playing outfield.

"No, no," Mrs. Cleft scolds. "Squeeze them, play with her nipples."

He roughly digs his fingers into your tits and you yelp in pain.

"No, no!" Mrs. Cleft exclaims. "Gently, Tommy. Gennnntly."

He nods and begins to massage and stroke your tits. At Mrs. Cleft's instruction he also flicks and lightly pinches your nipples.

"How does that feel, Joy?" Mrs. Cleft asks.

"It feels really good," you say.

"Why don't you try using your mouth a little bit Tommy?" Mrs. Cleft urges.

"Uh," Tommy hesitates, "are you sure...it's...I mean..."

"It's fine, Tommy," you reassure him. "I want you to."

Tommy lifts his lips to your breasts and begins to plant soft kisses along the underside.

"Ohhh," you moan as his mouth moves up the swell of your breast.

"Suck her nipples," says Mrs. Cleft.

Tommy's lips close around one of your hard nipples and the warm wetness of his mouth sends a shiver of arousal up your spine. He sucks a bit too hard, pulling at your nipple. Mrs. Cleft instructs him on technique and he begins to alternate between licking around your areolas and sucking your nipples as he massages your breasts.

"Mmmmm," you groan, "this is making me really wet, Mrs. Cleft."

It's no lie, but you say it more to gauge her reaction. Even though she is teaching her son how to suck on your nipples the older woman flushes red.

"That's good to hear, Joy," she clears her throat, "but we are not to that point yet."

She motions for Tommy to stop his increasingly skilled licking and sucking.

"The next exercise is..."