William Taylor - Wild hot mother

Both widows shared a new bottle and then, some time later, the older woman complimented Ann's figure.

"What are your measurements?" Martha finally asked, staring at Ann's enormous tits.

Ann was wearing a heavy bra and a dress, but when her landlady fixed her eyes on her big tits, she suddenly felt very naked and knew she was blushing.

She knew she should be used to flattery, but she was still embarrassed by her generous curves.

"Forty Double D," she murmured, still blushing.

"I don't believe it!" Martha exclaimed. "Your breasts are not that much larger than mine. What about your waist and hips?"

"Thirty and thirty-eight," Ann said. "That seems right. But not the size of your breasts. You must be mistaken."

The two women then had a friendly, slightly drunken and mildly humorous argument about the comparative sizes of their tits. After another drink Martha stood up and announced she was going for a tape measure.

"I'll settle this once and for all!" she said.

Ann protested weakly, but the older woman's forceful personality would brook no opposition.

"Come on," Martha said, returning with the tape and peeling her slip over her head. "Get undressed."

Ann looked at her friend's half-naked body and knew she shouldn't have allowed things to go this far. The horniness that had built in her from watching Bob's huge cock spewing its hot, fresh cum all over his legs had never left. Now, he felt an unnatural fascination as Martha unhooked her bra. Why was he so eager to see another woman's tits.

The older widow's enormous tits plunged down as her bra was unfastened. The two melon-shaped tits swayed heavily, all pink and white, moving liquidly across Martha's chest. Ann felt her cheeks burn as those big tits hung and swung when her friend bent to pick up the fallen bra.

Martha held out the tape. "Go ahead. Measure me."

Ann looked at her landlady's big white tits. She was surprised to see that Martha had such pale-pink, spreading areolas. Those areolas remained soft-looking and unwrinkled while their dark red nipples hardened and lengthened.

Ann smiled weakly, took the tape and measured Martha's chest cage just below her tits, then checked the cup size of the bra.

"That's right," Ann said. "You're a thirty-seven D-cup. I don't know why you argued. It's obvious just from looking that I'm larger than you."

"I still have not measured you," Martha said firmly, taking the tape from Ann.

Ann reluctantly and somewhat unsteadily removed her dress and stood nervously in a solid white bra that couldn't quite contain her mammoth tits. Her pink panties swelled with the great mass of springy curls showing like a dark shadow through the thin material, and Martha's eyes wandered from her friend's extremely hairy cunt to the exposed, milky white swells of her untanned tits.

"Shall I get the hooks for you?" she asked, moving behind the young widow.

"Ooohhh!" Ann gasped as he felt Martha's panty-clad pussy mound pressing into the softness of her plump asscheeks. She shivered nervously. "P-please don't get so close," she stammered as she felt fingers working on the fastenings of her bra.

Then the bra was undone, and Ann's face turned a bright red as her enormous naked tits flopped from the cups, heavy and jutting and slightly pendulous. They wobbled, white and fat with swollen red nipples. She heard the woman behind her suck in her breath.

"My God," Martha murmured.

Ann realized that Martha was peering excitedly over her shoulder at her mammoth tits as they swung and rolled with their newfound freedom.

"You're really very lucky," Martha said hoarsely. "To have remained so, so firm and uh, what is the word. Taut? Yes, taut. I've never seen breasts as nice as yours."

Ann thanked her nervously, uncomfortably aware that Martha's soft, warm tit-flesh was spread across her back, with the stiff nipples digging hotly into her skin. And then she found herself in the strange position of looking down at her enormous tits and seeing someone else's hands near them. She could hardly believe it when those hands dropped the tape and cupped her sensitive tits. "Oh! Oh! My God!" Ann gasped, squirming.

But Martha had a good grip on Ann's soft, warm tits, and she squeezed them gently.

Ann gasped again as she felt her landlady's lips pressing warm, wet kisses on her neck and cheeks and ears, and then she realized that her nipples were stiff and itchy, straining hotly into Martha's palms.

"How long has it been since someone touched these lovely tits?" Martha asked softly, shaking the massive tits held captive by her hands. The untanned flesh vibrated like white jello. "So soft, darling. See? See how my fingers sink into them?"

Ann might have struggled more if she hadn't been so woozy, and if her body wasn't so starved for love. She'd needed to masturbate ever since peeking at Bob, and she was so hot that Martha's hands felt good on her tingling, tight-skinned tits. She hadn't been fucked in more than three years, and since Frank's death she had steered away from every opportunity to have an affair. She knew men were attracted to her because of the size of her tits, and because they were sure that widows were eager to hop into bed.

Ever since she'd first woke, she'd been hit by nothing but lust-inciting scenes. Bob's unbelievably big cock squirting cum. Martha's big, flopping tits. Not this. She was appalled by the perverted urges that set her cunt on fire. The liquor in her blood and the itching need of her cunt as Martha played with her heavy, hanging tits were getting to her. Her own body was betraying her!

"Uhhh, nuhhh," the hot, helpless mother moaned as her hot-skinned tits were so tenderly fondled. She stood there, swaying slightly, leaning back against her friend's fleshy belly and watching Martha's hands working at her breasts. She was aroused inspite of her fear of discovery and the shame she felt.

Martha's fingers were centered around Ann's big nipples, now, pulling at them, stretching them, rolling them around and squeezing them. They had become huge from the teasing, huge and very dark, and Ann was breathing heavily and doing her best not to squeal with pleasure.

Then Ann realized that only one hand was on her huge tits, and that the other was gliding over the slight curve of her belly, heading for her panties! She sucked in her breath as Martha's fingers tugged at their waistband, dragging them over her wide hips and ass until they hung from her full upper thighs. Martha was going through with it! She was reaching for her naked, hairy pussy!

Ann tried to move, but found that her body wouldn't obey. It was as if she were paralyzed. All she could do was watch helplessly. She knew her cunt was already wet, and that made it worse. Oh, God, she was moving so slowly! If Martha was going to touch her, why didn't she just do it instead of teasing her like this! And then, the paralysis was gone, and Ann found herself spreading her legs, offering her thickly-haired, large-lipped cunt to her friend's slowly approaching fingers. Hurry! Hurry! the horny mother mentally urged, while at the same time dreading the reality of their touch.

"You want it, don't you dear?" Martha smiled gently.

"Ohhhh, no-o-o-o-o!" Ann wailed as Martha's fingers combed through the thick, moss-like growth of dark curls and settled on her plump, smooth pussylips. "No-o-o-o!"

But as her landlady's fingers stroked inside her burning, soaking pussylips, she made no attempt to pull away. Instead, she moaned and her thighs parted just a bit, allowing the fingers a little more room. Oh, God, she mentally screamed, it feels so good! So good! I want her to touch me! And she felt her eyes fill with tears of mingled shame and pleasure as Martha's fingers moved in her fiery cunt.

"Eeeeee!" Ann squealed and shook as Martha's thumb and first finger took hold of her long clit. The older woman held the young widow's hot, oily clit for a long moment, enjoying Ann's sighs and moans of helpless joy. Then she grabbed both gigantic tits again, drawing Ann against her. She licked her ear.