And her breasts. She stood with her legs crossed so I couldn't see her crotch, just a little patch of brown pubic hair. And she had one hand across he... chest hiding her tits. But I could tell that her breasts weren't small. I have no idea what they were. They couldn't have been a "D" cup but they looked pretty big to me. They must have been a good "C" cup, I guess.Me? I was a typical teen boy. I couldn't wait to show her my prick. I got undressed in about five seconds flat and turned to give. Then there was her voice, & that somehow, knowing sense, conveyed in her words, as if she was aware of Vanessa’s internal reactions. Surely, these thoughts were irrational, & she must be confusing this woman with Seb, her current boyfriend. But no, no matter how hard she tried to rationalize the feelings in her head, she kept returning to her sense of frustration, just wishing those fingers had continued to roam over her body. It was incomprehensible, but if that old woman had asked for her. After 20 minutes of powders and shadows, and mascara, anda little lip coloring she was finished. To top off her creation sheplaced a thick white head band with a large white bow in his hair.Reaching under his shirt she attached a white strapless gel bra aroundhis chest. Finally she replaced his glasses, and pushed them up hisnose into place. She took him by the hand and led him to the mirror.She smiled and said, "Tell me that's not a pretty girl."The image was not what he expected. It was of a. Her heavy tits jiggling as she spoke in an exaggerated tone and this only further added to my already very hard boner. The fact that my step mom thought that I was not sporting a hard-on but simply had a throbbing cock due to the honey was her denial and innocence at its best. More of the denial was to follow…“Honey I’m sorry to have to ask you to do this but I see no other choice. Can you please use your saliva to get rid of the honey on my chest” she said pleadingly.My cock twitched. Was she.