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Layla and her family moved into the house a few doors down around the time I was starting freshman year of high school. Although Layla and I werenât exactly best friends right away or through the high school years, we were at least friendly with one another. Her mom, Claire, was a very nice person as well, with a pretty face framed by short, brown hair, and contagious smile. I would often see her coming and going from their house wearing roughly the same get-up; some sort of very baggy, extra large t-shirt or sweater and sweatpants. Even on formal occasions she always seemed to dress very conservatively. Laylaâs father/Claireâs husband, on the other hand, was an asshole. He seemed to have this idea that from day one I was always chasing after his daughter, despite us barely talking. I never saw him laugh or smile or anything. I canât say I was surprised to hear it when, just after high school graduation, he and Claire filed for divorce. He always seemed like he was dragging them both down anyway, so Iâm sure it was for the best. I didnât really hear from either of them though for a while, until recently. I was on my way back home after finishing my spring semester of my sophomore year at university when my phone rang with a call from Layla.
âHey Layla!â I answered. âHey Taylor, hows it going?â She asked. âGood, not bad at all, actually on my way back to the neighborhood right now.â âOh nice! Well that actually kind of segues into why Iâm calling. Um, so this might sound kind of silly, but my mom has been home by herself for a while now. I was planning on coming home for a few weeks before my internship started, but it doesnât look like thatâs going to work out. I was wondering if - and itâs just if you have any down time - but if youâre free, would you mind maybe just swinging by and making sure sheâs doing alright? I just donât want her to be alone for too long.â âOh yeah sure thatâs no problem at all!â I replied. âYouâre awesome! Iâll send you her number. Thanks for your help!â
We exchanged a few other pleasantries before ending the call and continuing my drive. After getting settled in back at my parentsâ house, I decided the next day to shoot Claire a text.
âHey Mrs Claire itâs Taylor! Just wanted to see how youâre doing, Iâm in town for a couple weeks so lmk if you need anything!â
Not even 5 minutes later, she had already replied.
âHey T so good to hear from u!!!! Would love to see u. I actually could use some extra hands to move some furniture if ur free tomorrow around 11am? Thanks!!! Also, just Claire is fine đâ
I couldnât help but get hung up on the đ.
The next day, as planned, I showed up around 11 in my ready-to-work clothes, an old workout shirt and some loose fitting shorts. Claire answered the door dressed in her signature baggy t-shirt, only instead of the usual sweatpants she wore, I could only assume she was wearing some kind of shorts, as all I could see where her long, slender legs. We exchanged some small talk before she led me into her home. We got right to work moving her couch, a couple end tables, and the dresser in her master bedroom. The whole while we discussed what she had been up to in the years since splitting with Dave. Traveling to Europe and South America, taking up skiing and pottery making as new hobbies, getting to visit Layla more regularly. It sounded as though her life was much more enjoyable these days, and I was very happy for her. We eventually shifted gears to me, how school was going, whether or not Iâd get named lacrosse captain, my goals. She also asked about girlfriends, to which I replied ânoneâ. She scoffed playfully, âI donât buy it, youâre probably fighting them off with that lacrosse stick thingy of yoursâ. I was kind of taken aback by her flirtatious nature, but brushed it off.
After finishing the furniture, we made our way into the dining room where she had a large box with a new chandelier inside.
âIâm gonna need your help with this, I canât seem to even lift it off the groundâ Claire said gesturing at the chandelier. âIâve got little step stool here for you, the fixture goes on that hook there. Iâll spot you.â
I hoisted the heavy piece from its box and walked over to the step stool. As I stepped onto the top of it, Claire did as she said she would and gave me a spot. However, I didnât quite expect the manner which she did it. Instead of standing behind me or at my side, she had opted to stand in front of me, placing her hands on my hips. I tried to pay no mind to her rather suggestive posturing and just focused on not dropping the expensive looking light fixture.
âDo you want it on this link, or this one?â I asked, referring to the height of the chandelier.
âUmâŠâ she replied, thinking about her answer.
It was here that I made a grave mistake. As she was pondering what she wanted, I looked down at her. Seeing this beautiful woman at eye level with my waistline, her deep green eyes looking at the ceiling, then at me, her hands resting on the side of my thighs, instantly sent a surge of blood down south. I felt it happening and instantly looked back to the hook on the ceiling, but it was too late. I had popped a boner right in her fucking face. At the very least, she didnât react in some hysterical manner like I thought she would. In fact, I began to think that maybe she didnât notice at all as she pointed out which link she wanted hung. I did as she requested and stepped down from the stool as quickly as possible. As looked down for the lower step on the small ladder, I couldnât help but notice her gaze locked onto my fading bulge.
With the furniture moved and the light fixture hung, we were done for the day. She thanked me repeatedly and sent me on my way. I arrived shortly thereafter back at my parentsâ house and pulled out my phone as I sat down on the couch. To my surprise, Claire had already texted me.
âThanks again for the help, T! Just wanted to let u know if u need a little recharge after all that work u are free to use my pool tomorrow! Iâll be home around 3 and can let u in! đâ
Again with the đ.
That definitely didnât sound too bad. A little poolside alone time would do me well.
The next day, I threw on my old red swim trunks and made my way over to Claireâs place at around 3:15. Claire opened the door after my knock and, to my surprise, had on some sort of swimsuit cover as if she was going to be outside as well. Iâm not sure why I assumed she wouldnât be relaxing by her own pool.
âCome on in, T! Can I get you a drink? I made mojitos!â She said excitedly. âOh that sounds great!â I replied.
She made our drinks and we both walked out to what was a beautiful little oasis in her backyard. I sat my drink down on a small table located between two sun loungers, sitting on one as I removed my shirt and put on my sunglasses. Claire walked up the lounger right next to me and set her drink on the same table. She then grabbed the sides of her cover and began to pull it off. As she lifted the delicate, black fabric, I was left amazed as she began to reveal what was an incredible body. Toned, tan legs that went on for days. Curvaceous hips and a flat stomach outlined by her leopard print bikini bottoms. But what really sent me over the edge was her incredible, massive tits. Probably some of the biggest I had ever seen, cradled in the same leopard print. After years of seeing her in nothing but unrevealing and baggy clothes, this was truly a sight to behold.
I tried my hardest not to stare, but it proved to be impossible. It seemed as though she knew she had me in a trance. I couldnât stopped ogling her as she grabbed a nearby bottle of sunscreen and squirted a portion into her hands. First, she massaged the lotion into her flawless legs. Then, onto her midriff and arms. And lastly, onto that remarkable chest of hers. Things became so problematic for me that I had to place my drink directly over my hardening dick to keep it from going full mast in front of her.
After she finally laid down on her lounger next to mine, I began to compose myself as we started chatting. She went into more detail about her European and South America trips, telling me about all the amazing architecture, the great food, the beautiful people she met. It sounded like an amazing experience. Then, just like yesterday, she got on the topic of me and my relations with the female coeds at college.
âOh yeah I suppose Iâve had some fun.â I chuckled. âHey I donât judge! The college-age is the time to experience things, you never want to miss an opportunity to try something new!â She said flashing that beautiful smile of hers. âIâll cheers to that!â I said as our glasses clinked together.
After an hour or so, I had finished my second one when she asked âanother?â âYeah that would be great, Claire!â I replied.
She picked my glass and walked away. I heard her slide the door open to walk inside, and a few minutes later heard it slide again. I turned my head a bit so that I had a better view of her as she walked back over to the loungers. The motion of her huge tits from each and every step was unreal, and I felt myself getting hard all over again. I wondered how I had gone all these years and never seen more of Claire than her beautiful face, and then it dawned on me. She had been married to Dave all those years. He probably had imposed some sort of influence on the way she dressed. He wanted to keep that incredible body of hers hidden from everyone else. Selfish prick. I thought to myself as I watched her tits gently bounce from side to side. Iâm sure she felt free now, free to do and wear as she pleases. I was just thankful that I got to benefit from the change as well. Claire arrived at the loungers and set my drink on the table next to me. Though this time, instead of sitting on her own lounger, she sat on mine near my feet. I sat up and looked at her, unsure of what she was doing. She laid her arm along my leg so that her hand was resting on my thigh just above my knee.
âUh Claire, what are you doing?â I tried to sound cool as I asked, knowing that I probably didnât. Claire smiled and then spoke, âyouâve been so helpful, T. Itâs been great having you around.â âUh yeah, absolutely Mrs Claire, Iâm happy to help.â I replied nervously. Claire chuckled softly and shook her head, âT, câmon. Itâs just Claire. Iâm a single lady now.â âYeah, sorry, of course Claire.â
She scooted closer to me and pushed her hand up under my shorts, her fingers contacting the tip of my penis. I jumped slightly at her soft touch.
âIâve been trying to be better about my sexual well being. Dave was pretty weak in bed. I think that why he was always such a dick.â She leaned in, putting her other hand down my waistband and gripped my already rock hard cock. With both hand from either side she began to tease me, her eyes locked onto mine. I didnât know what to say. I couldnât move. My heart began to race as she stoked and caressed my dick under my shorts.
âDo you want me to stop?â She asked. âN-noâ I said with a weak whisper. âTell meâ Claire said. I got it together enough to give a strong reply like she clearly wanted. âDonât stop, Claire.â
My gaze then centered on those incredible tits of hers, no longer hindered by the need to remain cordial. They were absolutely perfect. Big, round, definitely real, a small mole just above the right one, a notable blue vein running along the side of the left one. They began to dance in unison with her arm movements, teasing me further as she stroked me.
She clearly noticed my staring, I think thatâs what dictated her next move. She removed her hands from my pants and stood briefly to reposition.
âTake your shorts off.â
I needed no other convincing as I practically ripped them off and threw them to the side. Claire giggled at my boyish excitement. My modest cock now stood tall, hard as a rock and free from its fabric prison. She then kneeled on my lounger and lifted my legs slightly so that they rested on her thighs. She then reached around behind her back and began to unclasp her bikini. I watched intently as she slowly and methodically removed the leopard print top. First the left shoulder band, then the right shoulder band, then with both hands on the formidable cups, she teasingly and slowly pulled away. One after the other, her massive tits fell free. If I was a weaker man, my dick probably would have shot off of my body into the stratosphere. I couldnât believe their sheer size, each one at least the size of a cantaloupe.
Claire then dropped a generous amount of spit onto her hands and began gently stroking me again. My head instantly fell back at her now properly lubed jerking. After a couple minutes, she put her hands back to her lips and salivated more. Only this time instead of reaching for my cock, she began rubbing her cleavage.
Oh my fucking god. I thought to myself, hoping that what I thought was about to happen was coming.
Sure enough, she leaned forward with each hand cupping its respective boob. She clamped her tits together around my cock, making it complete disappear. From there she began to lift and lower her tits. Up and down. Up and down. She let out a soft moan as she began to pick up the pace thus beginning a proper tittyfucking. I let out a pleasured groan as a token of my approval.
I was truly in disbelief. Just a couple days ago, my old acquaintance Layla was asking me to check in on her poor, lonely mother. Now here I was, buzzed on homemade mojitos with her momâs huge tits slapping against my thighs. It was pure bliss. A type of bliss that I donât think Iâd ever experienced before. Up until now Iâve had my fair share of college hookups, but I had only ever tittyfucked one other girl, and she was not near as well endowed as Claire was.
There was also something to be said about Claireâs demeanor versus my college one night stands. Whereas most of the girls my age just kind of laid there, or didnât want to do anything exciting or new, Claire was determined to make a name for herself. She was clearly enjoying this, and wanted me to as well. I mean how could I not though. She picked up her speed and began moaning more frequently. The sight of her amazing rack bouncing wildly on my stiff cock was hypotonic, her generous nipples seemed to stare at me like some sort of cross-eyed torso. As if having the soft flesh of her tits enveloping my dick wasnât enough, I yanked her hands off of her chest and replaced them with mine, being careful to not interrupt her pace. God damn they truly were something. She moaned in response to my taking charge, and I knew that I didnât have much longer.
âOh god Claire Iâm gonna cum.â I grunted. âCum on my big tits, T. I know you love these big titties bouncing on your cock.â She moaned.
If I wasnât so turned on, I would have been impressed by her dirty talk. The woman clearly knew what she was doing.
I began bucking my hips, synchronizing with the motion of our hands on her boobs. We werenât even finished and I had already decided that this was the best titfuck that Iâll ever have. We made eye contact briefly and she flashed that beautiful smile of hers yet again. Of all the things happening in that moment, that smile might have been what sent me over the edge as I did as she told and exploded my load between her breasts. A couple shots hit her chin and cheek and she slowed her pace and continued to milk every last drop of cum out of me with those tits of hers. I laid there like a a limp noodle as the sensations of orgasm tingled through my body, relishing the experience. Claire slowly stood up and grabbed a nearby towel to clean herself off, before placing another towel at my feet.
I was unable to move, completely maxed out. Claire picked up her glass of freshly topped off mojito and took a sip, a small bead of my cum still on her cheek.
âThanks for checking in on me, T.â She said with a wink.
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