Big Tits

Big Tits

When I saw those tits I was absolutely speechless. My niece, Madison, had brought a girlfriend, Emily, home with her from school that day. This was the girl’s mother here to pick her daughter up and was she ever built. Her name was Cynthia and she sure looked sweet enough to eat.

I just had to invite her in so that I could spend more time staring at her enormous tits. I offered her a glass of wine and invited her and her daughter to stay for dinner. I told her that I was a gourmet chef in my spare time but that I worked in construction. Actually I owned the company and stayed in the office all day long but she didn’t have to know that yet.

Cynthia took me up on both of my offers. She took a glass of a fine New York State red wine that was made out on Long Island. Then I offered her surf and turf. She went crazy when she learned that I had my very own lobster tank in the house.

So first I gave Cynthia a tour of my house. I showed her a couple of the eight bedrooms upstairs; each with it’s own bathroom. I showed her the laundry room up there too. I always thought it was stupid to take your dirty clothes off on the second floor and put the washing machine in the cellar. Obviously the women that did the laundry didn’t design the houses they lived in. I had designed and built the house on the old Boston style so of course there was a Widow’s Walk on the very top. In architecture a Widow’s Walk is a lookout or an observation deck atop a seashore house providing a great view of its surroundings and of course the ocean since the sea was where most of the men worked in a community like that.

Cynthia loved the view of the backyard and couldn’t believe how big my yard really was. She could see the girls playing way out back on the tennis court. Cynthia was very impressed with the view and with the beauty of my property.

Cynthia asked me about my niece Madison and I told her all about the terrible automobile accident that had taken the lives of both of her parents and how I had become her legal guardian.

Then I took Cynthia back down to the kitchen to get things started. I got out four strip steaks and a pound of shrimp. I started up the big steam tray and the grill. Then I took Cynthia to help me pick out four lobster. I put them in a tray with some water and took them back into the kitchen. I steamed the shrimp to get them ready for the shrimp cocktails. It only takes a few minutes. I had Cynthia get out four cocktail dishes and put some crushed ice in them. Then she got out the cocktail sauce while I chilled the shrimp that I had just steamed. In no time at all we had four very full shrimp cocktails prepared and sitting in the refrigerator.

I called the girls in and told them to wash up for dinner. By the time they had come to the table I had steamed the lobster and grilled the steaks to perfection. Cynthia had the butter melted and in small bowls. Together we served the girls then ourselves. The girls could not finish their meals. I expected that and offered Emily a box so that she could take the rest home with her. I finished mine of course while Cynthia only left half of her steak. Then I served the cherry cheesecake. Even the girls had room for desert. Cynthia praised my cooking and said that it was better than a restaurant. I smiled and thanked her.

Cynthia sent the girls back outside to play and then helped me clean off the table. I loaded the dishwasher and turned it on.

I said, “Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?”

Cynthia just smiled. Apparently she could read my mind. She said, “Yes! They are real! I’ll let you see them, touch them, and I’ll even let you suck on my nipples if you want too! All guys want to try them out for themselves!”

I said, “May I? Really!”

Cynthia said, “Yes of course! Your bedroom or mine?”

I smiled and took her hand. She smiled too and followed my lead. I walked her up to my bedroom. It hadn’t been on the original tour. My bedroom was actually a suite. Cynthia was very impressed. She walked in and headed for my couch in the sitting room. She turned to face me as she reached for the bottom of her shirt. She pulled it up and over her head in one fluid motion.