As soon as I got back outside we started playing. “lets make a bet” I suggested. “loser gives the other a massage”she replied, “No creep you...just want to touch, you know what fuck it this is gonna be weird Im done playing.” and she walked off. As she walked all I could do was just stare at her perfect ass bounce as she walked away, I got boner again. Later that night I couldn”t get her out of my mind. Just thinking about her gave me a hard on. I started to jerk in my bed when I heard Alyssa. He'd been spending more time at my Moms house, helping with the cooking and cleaning and accompanying her to church in my absence. I would joke that he was her bitch and he would joke about being my new daddy. Him talking about my mom like that wasn't uncommon, he used to say that he only came round for dinner at our place so often so he could stare at Moms tits and I'm not gonna lie, she has a pair worth staring at. Yes, yes, I know it's weird to be talking about your mother like that but I'm. He may be going out to fuck someone else, but he never gets to forget who is the most important woman in his life.I’ve even been known to tag along to his date. Not as a third wheel, nothing too obvious. Chances are that’d ruin his date. But I have been known to watch from the bar, or at a different table of the restaurant, and watch them connect. It’s so fun watching him and her get to know each other, the awkward first flirts, the jokes, the smiles…And pretty soon, if they’ve hit it off,. I stood in front of her, and raised my hand to the top button on her white cotton blouse, and popped it undone. I then did the same with the next, and then the next, until her blouse was open to the waist, then I pulled it out of her skirt, and off of her shoulders, exposing her well filled, pale pink bra.“What size are those beauties?” I said, staring at her heaving chest, “I’m guessing at least a thirty-six C-cup.”“They’re a thirty-eight C actually.” she said, quite sarcastically, people.