Voyeur Mother

My brother Josh and me were on the floor playing Scrabble with Luis and Isabella Gomez at their house. Mrs Gomez was a strange one. She would sometimes sit on the sofa and watch us with a glass of “orange juice,” in which we all could all smell the vodka. Her clothes were always remarkable. Sometimes she would wear tight pants and a billowing blouse, sometimes she would have on a dress with a full skirt – totally inappropriate for knocking around the house. And her hair, which should have been black, was blonde but more towards orange. She always wore garish lipstick.

Izzy and I were wearing jeans with the cuffs rolled halfway up our calves along with loose fitting tops that were kinda like sweat shirts but lighter. That day Mrs. Gomez had really tight pants on, which might have seemed out of place given that she’d put on a few pounds.

So back to our Scrabble game. I had laid down EAST, crossing with BUS. Luis proudly added BR to make BREAST. Isabella and me immediately giggled. This apparently woke Mrs. Gomez out of her trance and she commented:

“Are you embarrassed about your breasts?” I fact we both were, but we shook our heads, no. “Someday your going to want a boy to put his hands on them. I bet Luis and Josh have never felt a girls breasts.”

All four of us were terrified, but for opposing reasons. Josh and Luis nervously shook their heads no. And Izzy and me looked at the boys with fear in our eyes.

Mrs. Gomez was apparently getting her stride. “Luis, I bet Linda (that’s me) would let you see what her boobs feel like.” I didn’t give my assent, but Luis leaned across the board with his hands out in front of me. I was too shocked to say anything. “Go ahead,” she added, and Luis grabbed both of my breasts in his hands.

“What do they feel like?”

It wasn’t the least bit erotic for me but Luis seemed to be enjoying himself. “They’re, uh, sorta soft, you know.” I felt him squeezing to get the complete picture.

“Your turn, Josh.” Isabella stared in disbelief that her mother would do this to her. Josh, on the other hand, didn’t wait a second to grab both of Izzy’s boobs.

“Boys, Boys, if you kiss the girls and rub more gently, they might like it more,” Mrs. Gomez added and she rubbed her own breasts to show what she meant.

I’ll admit it did feel nice when Luis kissed me and started rubbing.