He knew that his mother had big tits. In fact, he had admired them whenever she moved around and they jostled in her clothing. But he hadn't really seen them since he was a little kid. In those days they were just a funny part of her body. Now tits were among the mast important things in the world to the boy.
So far, June hadn't noticed the window shade. She was still drying her hair.
As she dried her hair, she walked around the room. She would pick something up from the floor, hang something up in the closet, or move things around on the top of her dresser.
As she moved around the room, she gave her son various views of her robed body. And the views were exciting to the peeping boy at the window. He saw his mother's wide ass moving inside her robe. When she bent to pick something up, she would give Biff a quick glimpse inside the top of the robe. Once Biff was sure he saw her entire tit.
But this was nothing out of the ordinary. Biff had seen all this without having to peek in his mother's window.
June finally threw the towel down on her chair. In another second, she had untied the belt of the robe and slipped it off. She stood absolutely naked in the middle of the room.
Biff was frozen with excited passion. His eyes bulged from his head. His prick strained the material of his jeans.
June was gorgeous. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, almost reaching her large, firm tits. It was on those big tits that Biff first fixed his gaze.
He hadn't remembered how big his mother's tits really were. They were round, too, like ripe melons. And a large brown nipple crowned each one.
Biff's eyes moved down his mother's body. Below her tits, her stomach looked flat and smooth. Her belly-button punctuated that creamy area.
Then Biff's gaze settled into the triangle of golden hair at June's crotch. He tried to see the lips of her pussy, but he couldn't. Those golden curls hid the real treasure. But Biff was so excited that the sight of his mother's cunt lips couldn't have added much. He was on the verge of exploding already.
But when June began to walk toward the dresser, Biff was given a truly beautiful sight. He saw how the heavy tits on his mother's chest rose and fell with her steps. He realized how clothing had held his mother's tits, preventing them from bouncing.
Now June was standing in front of her mirror, just as Marge had been years before when Biff saw her jerk off. Did women often jerk off in front of their mirror? Would June jerk off now?
If she was going to jerk off, she showed no sign. June lifted a container from the dresser. She opened it and poured something into her hand.
Biff was seeing his mother in profile now. He put his fingertips on the window sill to steady himself. He was trembling.
Biff studied his mother's naked body. He could see how her ass sagged just a bit. The cheeks being large and round, naturally they would be heavy. And from this angle, he could also see that his mother's tits sagged a bit too. But pot enough to detract from their beauty. They sagged just enough to make the boy wonder what it would be like to lift one of those tits in his hand.
June rubbed her hands together. Then she brought her hands to her chest above her tits. She began massaging herself with the liquid she had poured from the bottle.
"H-h-h-h-h-h," Biff heard himself gasp as his mother moved her hands down to her tits.
As she massaged them with the cream, she lifted them and pressed them. The supple flesh of her tits flowed around her massaging hands in a way that Biff had trouble believing.
Biff had given a few girls a feel. But it had always been through their clothing. He had had no experience with an unleashed tit. So the sight of his mother giving hers a good workout was astonishing.
Finally, June dropped her tits and rubbed her belly. Biff noticed how her tits quivered as she let them go.
This was really something. But Biff was still aware of his desperation. As wonderful as it was to watch his mother handling her tits, Biff was consumed with the desire to hold them, squeeze them, suck them.
June finally stopped massaging herself. She gave her tummy a few slaps as she examined herself in the mirror. Then she turned sideways and ran her hand down her stomach.
Biff, even in his wild excitement, could see that his mother was concerned about how she looked. And he wished he could tell her that he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Then June grabbed her tits again. This time, she lifted them slightly while watching in profile. Biff knew that she was worried about them beginning to sag. But he was still hoping his mother would give him the ultimate show – he hoped she would jerk off.
But it was not to be.
June bent down and opened one of her drawers. As she bent, Biff saw how her huge tits hung from her chest. Again, he couldn't help wondering how it would feel to lift one of those pendulous tits.
When June stood up, she was holding a pink, shimmering garment in her hands. Slipping her hands into it, she lifted it over her head. In another second, the garment slithered down her body. Now she was hidden from the prying eyes at the window.
Over her gown she put on the robe again. Then she left the room.
Biff was left at the window, gasping and trembling. His prick was so swollen it was stretching the denim of his pants.
"Biff," June called inside the house. "Biff?"
Biff couldn't answer her now. Even if he could catch his breath and talk, he couldn't face his mother now.
Moving as quickly as he could under the circumstances, Biff went into the garage and got into his mother's car. He bared his prick and jerked off with as much energy as he could. With the vision of his naked mother still burning in his brain, he fired a huge load of hot cum.
Biff remained in the car a long time. It took quite a while for him to calm down enough to go into the house and face his mother.
"Where were you?" June asked when Biff strolled into the room.
"Down at the pizza joint," he said as evenly as he could.
"Well, I wish you would tell me where you're going," June said. "I get worried when you disappear."
"You were in the shower when I left," he explained. "I didn't think you could have heard me."
"Leave a note then," June said.
"OK," Biff said. "Uh, I think I'll go to bed. Good night."
June said goodnight, and Biff hurried to his room.
Before going to sleep that night, the poor kid had to jerk off twice more. The image of his mother's naked body burned behind his closed eyelids.
But Biff wasn't the only one masturbating that night. When June slipped between her sheets and had turned off the light, her hand crept down her belly to her furry cunt.
Biff had guessed right about his mother. She did have her horny times. And it wasn't unusual far her to tickle her clit until she squirmed with ecstasy before dropping off to sleep. But as long as she did it between her sheets in the dark, there was no hope of Biff witnessing the event.
CHAPTER THREE
Biff knew that Sandy was coming home that very day.
He decided he would give her a few days before calling. There would be a better chance of seeing her after she had settled in at home.
These were difficult days for Biff. He lived in the past more than in the present. Remembering Sandy as she had been when she saw her last, it was difficult to imagine her now.
But Marge's words were still echoing in Biff's head. "Sandy has the sort of ass I've always wanted," Marge had said.
Sandy was a year older than Biff. He had just finished high school, and Sandy had had a year of college already. Would she be interested in him now, he wondered?
When three days passed, Biff called.