She got me in the palm of her hands. Then Uncle's friend, a 40 yrs old rough faced truck driver started talking to aunt D. At that point uncle was too...occupied in the living room watching boxing with the crew. Aunt D and the trucker was in the patio. I was so jealous. I was seated near by the window where I can see them talking. Aunt D saw me taking a glance at them from the window. The trucker was a bit drunk and started running her hands on aunt D's shoulder feeling for her soft skin. Aunt D. Maybe just a little tired, that's all." Well okay then. Look honey why don't you stop for the evening, I mean you're almost finished anyway. Go to bed and get a good nights rest."Thank God she wasn't suspicious. "Okay, thanks mom." When I retreated into my room I quickly undressed and slipped under the covers and jacked off thinking about my mom's tits! When I finished cuming I cleaned up the mess and curled up on my side and thought about someway to see mom's breasts no matter what the cost.. ‘Fuchs brought it to my attention that too much money was being spent on office supplies, namely pencils. Together we discovered the offender.’ ‘But Sir, Fuchs is an ass…’ ‘Fuchs crunched some numbers for me. Want to know what he discovered?’ asked Whipschmear as he rocked in his chair. I was close to loss of sphincter control. ‘Well, let’s take a look. If you took two pencils a day, five days a week, fifty two weeks a year minus vacations, plus extra work on the weekends, times twenty one. But Jack was wrong. They were indeed breasts. And what a pair of hooters they were! Any woman alive would have been proud to have possessed this perfect pair of tit flesh. But since Jack was a man and a not so proud possessor of these lovely jugs, they looked totally out of place."They're breasts," Helen maintained. "I don't know how but that's what they are." But what should I do?" Jack looked like he was about to cry again."I'd go shopping for a bra if I were you," said Helen."I can't go bra.