I remained in my spot, pulled my cock from my shorts and jacked it furiously, imagining her soft tits and the milk leaking from it, shooting my cum in...o my hand.That was the summer before I went away to college. I didn’t have any more incidents with my stepmother or her breast pumping after that, although I did spend more nights (and sometimes days) than I would have liked jacking off to the thought of her tits… I imagined myself squeezing the soft mounds in my hands, pinching and twirling the. Men are funny."Linda stepped close to her, and Betty hung the dish-cloth on the rack. Her daughter said, "you're terrific, mom. I freaked out when we were kissing and feeling each other's tits, and I- thought-- I mean, I wondered if we couldn't do more."Betty lifted her arms and Linda came into them. Their bodies moved sinuously against each other, and Betty felt the ripe shaping of her daughter's mound pressing her own, knew the thrusting of Linda's tits."I wondered, too," she said. "I don't. The display changed to ‘Fox Hunt.’ The door behind her opened with a clunk. She jumped in surprise causing her balanced clothes and purse to slip from her lap. The contents of her purse spilled out with a clatter while her cell phone skittered across the floor. She stared in disbelief then looked right up into Martin’s eyes as the squid started up with a deep throbbing vibration. Sue was mortified. Sue awkwardly tried to cover her naked breasts with her hands, but still needed one hand to keep. She took one in her mouth, the coldness of her saliva making it harden even more. She sucked on it, and then started to gently bite it, I moaned.One of her hands started to paw at my other breast, massaging the flesh, making me squirm with lust. She took that nipple between her fingers and started rub it between them. Her hand then started to move down my body, she ran a finger into my navel and then moved it further down, down towards my aching mound.I wanted Ginny to finger me, I needed her.