Billy’s Mom

Fbailey story number 436


Billy’s Mom


I had always liked Billy’s mother because she always gave us fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven along with a big glass of chocolate milk. When we got older she treated us older and gave us better snacks, but nothing really beats fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.

When I turned fourteen Billy’s mother gave me a large chocolate chip cookie all of my own with a candle in it. I was surprised that Billy had gone to his father’s house but I was happy to try and eat that big cookie all by myself. It was the size of a pizza and she told me that I could keep coming back all weekend until it was gone.

I noticed that Billy’s mother was wearing a tight white pair of really short shorts and a really tight short top too. I had never seen her in those clothes before. She was drinking chocolate milk with me but she was eating smaller normal size cookies.

We were talking about girls in the neighborhood, how pretty they were getting, and how big their boobs were getting. I had a hard-on that just wouldn’t go away.

Then Billy’s mother spilled some chocolate milk on her white top. She said, “Fuck,” jumped up, and removed it right in front of me. Her naked boobs were right in front of me to stare at. They were the first real boobs that I had ever seen. She walked over to the kitchen sink, turned on the water, and then washed her top with dish soap. She squeezed it out, got a couple of dishtowels, and then sat back down at the table across from me. With her boobs still showing she carefully laid a towel on the table, placed her wet top on top of it, and then she put the second towel on top of that. I watched as she pressed down as hard as she could with her hands to get the moisture out of her wet top. I watched the muscles in her breasts contort as they tightened and released causing her breasts to deform. She never gave it a thought that I was watching her the whole time.

Finally she looked at me and asked, “Do you mind me being topless? I can go put something on if it bothers you.”

My mouth was so dry that I could hardly speak but finally I said, “No, I don’t mind one bit.” I probably should have stopped right there but I didn’t. I said, “You don’t ever have to wear a top around me. That is if you don’t want too.”

Billy’s Mom looked at me and replied, “So you like looking at my breasts do you. Do you want to touch them? You can, I don’t mind.”

Of course I did but by then I couldn’t say another word.