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Awakenings Ch. 01

By: Tedluvs38C



AWKENINGS

Chapter 1 - Orville and his Mom move into their new house and begin to make discoveries.

[Dear readers: This is an entirely fictional account with all characters at least 18 years old. The primary focus will be on breasts and nipples - coincidentally, my own passion! Oh, and the full story, when I have time to complete it (don't hold your breath) will also have a lot of masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and finally incest and non-consent, although the latter could be debated. 

But to understand the way the story plays out, you will need some background on the characters, most of which won't be exciting. These paragraphs will be in italics.

But fear not. To keep your - um - interest up, I will alternate background sections with what you REALLY want to read - descriptions of boobs, nipples, and more!]

"NIPPLES! ENTIRE BREASTS! And they're NAKED!" Orville then paused, remembering his Mom's admonition about not using "bad language" unless the situation (like stubbing your toe badly) really called for it. This situation did. "DAMN!" Orv continued in his soft to whisper. Even though he was alone in the house, this needed to feel like a private moment.

Orville had been clearing off his deceased Uncle Milt's desk when he jostled the last accordion folder, a thick, heavy one with "MISC" written on the cover that had been deeply buried. A few loose pages had started to slide out. The one on top seemed to be a glossy page from a magazine. Curious, he had reached into the folder and pulled out what looked like a the magazine; but really it was just the shell - the front and back covers from a Funguy magazine serving as folder for the loose magazine pages. 

On the cover was a bosomy model in a revealing outfit; the girl's breasts were bulging out from all sides of the top she was wearing (yes, even a bit of the underneath part of her breast was showing, Orville noted), which looked to be a very immodest bikini style bathing suit. Orville sucked in a big gulp of air and with hands that were starting to tremble, he opened the cover.

Inside, he discovered, were several dozen pages apparently torn out from a number magazines. Orville's first view was of a pair of totally naked breasts that seemed to be staring back at him, in a somewhat cross-eyed fashion. Orville quickly sat down since his legs had begun to quiver, and his heart was thumping rapidly; blood was beginning to get trapped in his expanding penis. 

There, plain as day, were two mesmerizing nipples; one nipple pointed straight at him while the other nipple poked out to the side. Those magical protuberances were hypnotizing him as surely as if they were the eyes of a magician. 

At long last, his first frontal view of real breasts! The fact that they were not truly "in the flesh" hardly mattered to Orv, as his mother called him. The rest of the world disappeared as he was sucked into the vortex of those amazing breasts.

To say that Orville had grown up dirt poor and in virtual isolation was an understatement. His mother Katharine had given birth to him just shy of her own 19th birthday, just months older than Orv was now. 

When Orville first went to school, his teacher asked for each child's parent's names. Orville explained that he lived with just his Mommy. Orville started calling her Katharine when he learned her name (Mommy now seemed too juvenile), and when he refused to go back to "Mommy," the two agreed to call each other by "nicknames" - Kath and Orv. Katharine would have preferred "Mom" to "Kath," but Orv had always been a little different, and with time, she began to like the familiarity of being called by her nickname. And there were times, more tender times, when he called her "Mom."

Kath had been raised by her own single mother. Susan had escaped from a relatively short and unhealthy relationship with Kath's father two years after Kath was born. Susan had turned to the bible for comfort, and took great pains to instill in Kath that all men were evil, that they were "only after one thing," (though this "thing" was never truly explained) and most importantly that masturbation was a sin. 

When Kath finally got the nerve to ask what masturbation was, it was explained that she should never touch herself "down there" except for personal hygiene, and that breasts were only meant for nourishing babies. Kath wasn't quite sure what all that meant, but she gathered that those places were off limits for all but bathing.

[Author's note - Orv had yet to learn all the slang terms for breasts, but to make the story less boring, I will use a variety of words from here on out.] 

While staring, transfixed, at the most beautiful tits Orv had ever seen [fine, the first ones HAVE to be the most beautiful] Orv's hands began shake and his penis [he'll learn the other terms soon] began to bulge uncomfortably in his tighty whiteys. 

Orv had great peripheral vision, so while his eyes began a most thorough caress of this girls bosoms and their precious nipples, he could tell that she had a pretty face, that her hands were running through lusciously long, amber colored hair, and that she was sitting on a bed with her front leg obscuring the view of her lower abdomen.

Fine, and duly noted; now, about those tits! The girl's body was at a slight angle, the result being that her right tit pointed straight at Orv while her left boob was seen in perfect silhouette. Orv didn't know where to look first, but he started at the base of the left boob. The breast flesh rose at nearly a right angle to her rib cage, with just the slightest sag to create the shape of a reclining letter C. Actually, that wasn't quite right, Orv realized - it was more the shape of a deep cereal bowl, since it didn't curve back on itself the way a letter C does. 

And then, for Kath, there was the Senior Prom incident. Biff, who everyone else knew was a crude and cruel bully, had asked her to the prom. While Kath was flattered, she knew that her mom also did not approve of dancing. Beyond that, there was no money for a prom dress. 

Biff asked if she could sneak out her first floor window, which Kath said she could do. With that, Biff feigned giving her an apprising look up and down (in truth, his eyes never left what he guessed were either C or D cup tits, hidden as they were by her baggy clothing) and said, "I'll bring you my sister's dress. It should fit you fine. You can change in the bathroom at the hotel. I gotta think you've got some great tits hiding under those rags." 

Kath was embarrassed by the last comment, but also pleased to have been asked at all - it would be her first date! She gave a tentative nod of approval, then felt some unfamiliar tingling in those forbidden nipples of hers as she turned and walked away. She rubbed her right hand over her left breast and was surprised to find her nipple had gotten stiff and was poking through her bra and baggy shirt. With a shiver, she reminded herself that those nips should not be touched, and the tingling slowly faded away.

Rather than feed into folks looking for THAT sort of "non-consent," suffice it to say that Katharine snuck out of her house to meet Biff in the empty school parking lot, but came home less than an hour later, having never gotten to the prom. Her clothes were in tatters and her body had been painfully violated in ways she truly did not understand. The warnings of her mother kept cycling in her ears - all men are evil, and any form of sex, other than for making babies with your husband, is a sin. She was now a true believer.

Nine months later, Orville was born to her. Kath had never heard another word from Biff.

The outline of that amazing breast curved out and up for what looked to be four inches of depth, chest wall to nipple tip, based on the size of the girl's outstretched arm. And then came the areola. Holy smokes, was it amazing! From top to bottom, it looked to be two and a half or even three inches in diameter. He looked down at his uncharacteristically naked chest to check his own areola - yes, less than in inch. 

Wow, her areola was simply amazing! It was pigmented, Orv saw - a luscious, soft pink, only slightly darker than creamy white flesh-color of the rest of the boob, but the same color as her nipple. But more than that, the areola interrupted the smooth curve of the under surface of the boob, seeming to rise up maybe a quarter inch above the expected outline. 

Orv knew it might be wrong, but he could not help but to reach into his shorts and straighten out his dick, which, on partial release, now stuck up a half inch or so above his shorts. The discomfort was replaced by a new feeling that reminded him of the more pleasant aspects (the dream parts) of his wet dreams, which had never abated.

Orville was named for Katharine's beloved grandfather. It was not such an uncommon name at the time when Orville the elder was a child. Kath spent countless hours with her grandfather both before and after the younger Orville's birth.

Despite the circumstances of his conception, Katharine loved Orv from the moment he arrived - deeply and with all her soul. But, as a girl of 19, it was tough bringing up her baby. She lived with her Mom, who just managed to get by with the irregular check from her absent husband. Kath never got her chance to go to college.

And then, there was the nipple. Sweet Jesus, did the sight of that projectile send Orville's dick into spasms! He reached out and touched the photograph, hoping that he could feel the sweetness of it. Was it hard, like his dick was now, or kind of pliable, like his own nipples. He was dying to know. 

The nipple in the picture was at full attention, though Orv did not know the difference at the time, since this was his very first view of those blessed protuberances. In the side view he had, it was slightly longer than it was wide, the nipple appearing to rise 3/8s of an inch - no probably closer to a full half inch above the areola. 

It was SO much bigger than his own nipple; instead of being the size of a pencil lead like his own, this nipple was more like the size and shape of a good sized crayon, or maybe a gumdrop! He would have given anything if his fingertips could just touch that amazing nip. Without realizing what he was doing, he reached into his shorts and began stroking his now rock hard shaft. Subconsciously, he knew that this was "wrong" - but man, did it feel good.

When Orville the elder's health began to fail due to emphysema, Kath spent much of her day looking after him while her own mother watched Orville the younger. 

Orville the elder had taken up smoking, as many did, during the war; he managed to quit some two decades later, but the irreversible damage was done. The slowly progressive disability, the inability to breathe easily, and inevitable wasting of his once strong body was quite painful to watch.

Orv started school two days after his grandpa died, but by then, Kath had learned a profession - she easily found work at a nursing home just blocks from home. The pay wasn't much, but she felt good about the service she was providing. Plus she felt comfortable there - there was no one under 50 either in residence or on staff, and the conservative uniform suited her view on sexuality - which was that there should be none.

As Orv continued to slowly stroke his cock, he noticed a slurping sound. Looking down, he saw that the head of his dick was wet. What's that about he wondered? He knew it wasn't pee, and he also knew it was not anything like the full load of thick sperm from his wet dreams. He grabbed a tissue, wiped off, and continued his close examination of the amazing tits in front of him. 

Orv then followed the luscious contour of the model's upper breast area, which seemed to reach nearly to her shoulder before flattening out. He had known for some time that tits fascinated him, but holy smokes, was it ever amazing to see this awesome form - and with no need to sneak a furtive glance down a lady's blouse as he had done with Miss Smith last week. 

No, he had all the time in the world to let his eyes adore this breast, this very symbol of femininity to him. Orv quickly determined that the nipple was the best part, then the areola, then the amazing under side of the boob - the side he never managed to glimpse of Miss Smiths generous curves.

Orv forgot that he was supposed to be bringing more of their belongings over from the apartment to the house - but can you blame him?

Kath had known that Orv was shy around strangers, and matters just got worse when he went to school. First off, since his name was unusual, it led to taunts, like "What's cooking, Popcorn Boy?" "Did you bring any popcorn for us, ORVILLE?" Always tall for his age, he often got, "How's the weather up there, spaceman?" It didn't help that his mind often wandered and he didn't know how to talk easily to the other kids. A loner before, he became even more withdrawn as the years passed.

Miss Smith. Orv kept his eyes glued to the model's areola and left nipple, tracing their outline over and over to imprint it on his mind, while his mental video tape rewound to Friday and his view down Miss Smith's top and into the depths of her cleavage. 

It was a warm day, and the sun coming through the windows was more than a match for the school's AC. Emma, as Orv called her in his mind (but never to her sweet face), had asked Orv to stay after the final bell rang to go over his last math test. 

As the last of the other kids left and Orv approached her from the side, Emma grabbed the front of her blouse right at the depth of its generous V and fanned it in and out, simultaneously aiming a sharp exhalation down toward her ample boobs in an attempt to cool off. 

Orv froze. Just two feet away, he could see her entire right tit, encased though part of it was in a lacy white bra and backlit by the sun bouncing off a nearby desk. Orv's dick began to swell uncomfortably, and he broke out in a sweat. Never had he seen so much bosom before. Her tit appeared to be the size of a large grapefruit cut in half, supported only minimally by the undergarment.

"Orv," Emma said, "you're such a good student, I was surprised that you didn't finish this test. It should have been easy for you."

Orv mumbled something, but the truth was that, while taking the test, he had been distracted by the girl next to him at the time - Jan, a lovely kid with precociously large boobs who had a habit of stretching every five minutes, thrusting her tits into sharp relief and driving poor Orv to distraction. Moreover, Emma's words faded into background noise as he gazed at her barely covered tits, making it hard for Orv (sorry about the pun) to make an intelligent reply.

When Kath's Mom passed away, the "estate" barely covered getting her in the ground. Kath found a small apartment, but between food, clothing from second hand stores, and rent, there was no money for magazines, a television, or a computer, let alone the cost for connections. Orv grew up reading his great grandpa's books, since that was the one thing that was passed down to him and his Mom.

And he played tennis. He had loved watching the older kids play when he was younger, and one took pity on him, handing down an older racket when his folks bought him a new one.

Orv, only eight at the time, picked up used balls, still good enough to hit against the wall, and taught himself how to swing through practice and observation.

Eventually, two years later, another single player had come along, and he learned match play. Still tall and now developing a build, he got better and better. Will, his practice partner, was the closest thing he had to a friend, but he was too timid to go beyond "How are you?" and "Nice game."

Orv's mind snapped back to the present, where his eyes continued to caress the model's right nipple while his hand, without conscious thought, was starting to work his dick with more purpose. Did Emma have nipples like these? 

More dampness down below. Another swipe, then an inspiration. Tearing off a thin strip of tissue, he folded it up and tucked it inside his foreskin. Problem solved! The tissue should absorb whatever liquid that was leaking out. Orv was succeeding in suppressing any notion that touching himself was wrong. How could something that feel this good be bad?

Turning to the photo again, he glanced a little higher and was struck by the model's welcoming smile. Did she KNOW that guys would get hard just looking at her tits? Was she GLAD to show off her nipples? It didn't make sense, but it sure looked like she WANTED guys to admire her boobs, her amazing nipples. 

The model had piercing green eyes, and amber hair, which she was caressing with both hands. Her hair was almost the color of his mother's. He looked in the lower corner, and sure enough, her name was Amber.

Miss Smith's hair, on the other hand, was jet black; would her nipples be pink, like Amber's? Orv noted that his own hair was a chestnut brown and that his own nipples were much browner than Ambers.

Kath answered the phone 10 years ago and was surprised to hear her uncle Milt on the phone.

"Hey, cuz, it's your favorite uncle, Milt calling."

Kath sighed and replied warily, "Milt, you're my ONLY uncle. Why are you calling?"

Undeterred, Milt shot back, "Nice to hear your voice too, Babe, long time. Say, I'm in town on business tomorrow and I'd love to take you and your kid to lunch. That sound good?"

"Milt, tomorrow's a school day and I've got a lot to do on my day off," she lied.

"S'aright, s'aright, I'll catch the kid another time. Pick you up at 12:00?"

"If you really want, fine, but nothing fancy - I don't really have anything nice to wear."

"Got it - see you then."

Milt, 10 years younger than Kath's mother Susan, had disappeared to the West Coast for his BS and had stayed there for his law degree. The last time Kath had seen him was for his father's funeral, and he had not stayed long then.

Milt arrived in his rental car the next day. He got out of the car and Kath noted that, while he might have once been handsome, his 6' 2" frame was easily carrying an extra 60 pounds. 

He tried to give Kath a hug, but she held her arms in front of her breasts (almost a reflex now) to keep him from feeling her breasts on his chest. Even before the hug, she could smell the cigarettes on his clothes and held her breath until she was released.

In the car, Milt asked, "Mind if I smoke?" Biting her tongue, she simply said, "Please don't." They then drove to a local strip mall - a fairly apt adjective, as it turned out. They pulled into one of those joints that features bosomy servers in short shorts and too small tops serving beer, greasy burgers, and wings. Kath was not at all happy, but there was no time to go elsewhere.

"Whoooeee! I DO love to watch their titties when they bend over to serve. I keep hoping a nipple might slip out, know what I mean? Speaking of titties, don't you have anything nicer to wear than that baggy old blouse? I gotta think you've got some great tits hiding under those rags."

Kath immediately recoiled - Milt had used the same phrase as that brute, Biff. "Milt, I don't really like you very much; your clothes reek of cigarettes and your language is crude. I seem to have lost my appetite; can you take me back home now?" She was startled at her frankness, but the memory was still raw.

Milt's manner immediately changed from brash to conciliatory. "Listen, Babe, I'm sorry about that. The fact is that aside from my wife Candy and my daughter Angel, you and young Orville are the only family I've got. I know that you've had a rough go of things, and I wanted you to know that I've done well over the years, and I'd like to see if I can help you out."


Awakenings Ch. 01



Kath softened a little, curious what Milt had in mind; she surely could use some help. "What do you have in mind?" she asked warily.

"Well, I gather your boy's IQ tests off the charts. I know you never had a chance to go to college, so I'd like to see that he has that chance."

"That's very generous of you Milt. I've lost track - what is it that you do that gives you so much cash? Weren't you a lawyer of some kind?"

Milt's demeanor switched back, warming to his topic. "Why, yes, I am a lawyer. Public defender early on, but then a friend suggested I could make some REAL money working for big tobacco! I help our good ol' American farmers sell the products to school kids in the third world! HUGE market, and all you have to do is scare off any gov'mnt regulations. Like takin' candy from a baby and handing back our cigarettes! They get hooked and keep on buying - it's a regular money machine. Oh, and here's our food."

Their waitress leaned over to serve the meal, and Milt all but dived into her bosoms. She easily carried around D cup boobs, and her bra looked to be a C at best. Milt thought sure he'd seen a tinge of color at the edge of the bra and strained for a better look. "Why thank you, little lady! You could bring me another beer soon as you can. ... Ain't she somethin'?"

Kath had gone stone cold again. "Milt, you should know how I feel about tobacco. I just don't think I can accept money from that source." She nibbled at her food, but really just wanted to get away from this man; even across the table she could smell the tobacco on his clothes.

"Oh, yeah, that's right - you took care of Pops when he was in a bad way with COPD, didn't you. Hey, I really appreciate that; I was just too busy out there. Well, I like you just the same, Kath, and in some ways this would be payback for all you did. So I'd really like you to think about it. It'd be a shame for Orv to not have his chance at getting ahead."

They finished lunch talking about family, and Milt pulled out a picture of his wife and daughter. Candy was sitting by the pool in a too tight bikini, her ample breasts forming a huge amount of cleavage while her nipples punched out the skimpy cloth. Angel was the spitting image of her Mom, but at 10 was still stick straight.

Orv glanced at his watch - he really should be bringing more stuff from the apartment, but by this stage, his hormones were running the show. He HAD to know a little more about this collection he'd stumbled on.

He turned the page and dismissed the back side of the first page using just his peripheral vision - just text. The second sheet in the "folder" had a different model in a different pose. The model was on all fours, with her boobs, about the same size as Amber's, hanging straight down. 

Orv was once again captivated, and he felt his dick twitch. The view was not quite straight from the side, meaning that BOTH nipples could be seen in silhouette. The nipples stuck out just as far as Amber's, although her areolas were not raised. Orv decided he really liked nipples so clearly defined as these, with nothing but an out of focus background behind them. But nipples not in relief were just fine, too!

The next page, Orv decided, might be his favorite. There was no face, there were no legs, not even an abdomen or arms could be seen. The ENTIRE page was filled with a close up, larger-than-life-size view of an absolutely flawless breast. The curves, both top and bottom, were captivating. But what really drew Orv's attention was the nut brown nipple.

First off, the nipple must have been half an inch long, maybe more, in real life. But beyond its size was the fact that the nipple had been captured by a slender thumb and forefinger, both bearing bright red nail polish, and they appeared to be both twisting and pulling on the nipple at the same time, judging by the way the crinkles in the nipple ran and by the way the areola seemed pulled away from the body of the breast. Did those fingers belong to the proud owner of that amazing boob? Or to another woman? Orv's dick was beyond hard.

What a find he had stumbled upon! While he could have spent five minutes admiring the girl's nipples, he wanted to know more - what of the next pages? And what were in the other "magazines" in the accordion folder? More nipples? More big breasts? His hopes, among other things, were definitely up!

Puberty hit Orv big time, mostly in good ways. He added four inches to his former 5' 10" frame in a year's time, and his shoulders began to broaden. He developed more power in his tennis game, and Will, his hitting partner, convinced the high school coach to watch the two of them rally. 

Orv earned his varsity letter the following year. That, coupled with his size, radically cut the teasing from the guys, though he never hung out with his teammates and only played singles. One of the nicer girls even asked him to a party, but he was still painfully shy and barely said two words. That was his last invitation to a party.

For Orv, the disconcerting aspect of puberty were the wet dreams. He knew there were girls in his dreams, and he was often staring at their covered chests, which was nice. Sometimes they were naked, but then their chests were flat, like his own. While he was asleep, the sensations were wonderful. But waking to the mess was embarrassing, and he needed to shower every day.

The conversation with Kath was awkward, neither really knowing what was going on. Kath asked Orv whether he had been "touching himself," which Orville quickly denied; they happened while he was asleep and he had no control.

With their budget, Orv didn't have enough PJs, and Kath didn't have the time to wash them out every few days, so it was agreed that Orv could sleep without them until, they hoped, the phase would pass.

The first night he slept naked felt strange ("sensual" is more accurate), and the orgasm was perhaps the most intense. But Orv quickly got used to it, and it did cut down the laundry.

Another folder, this one a little thinner. The cover showed a girl in a very tiny bikini. The girl had her hand inside one of the cups, apparently rubbing her nipple; her eyes were closed and her mouth open. Her other hand was pulling the top of the other cup together to reveal some very white boob skin, in sharp contrast to the deep tan on the rest of her body. 

There was a hint of color at the edge of the bikini cup, but Orv couldn't be sure if it was just a shadow or whether it really was part of her areola. Orv like to think it was the latter. The bikini bottom was no more than a small patch covering her privates, then just strings over her hips.

Inside, Orv thumbed through a couple of pages of fully naked tits (he planned to come back for more detailed study) before the "theme" of this collection dawned on him. Every model had a very sharp line between her tan and the stark white of her boobs. 

With that realization, Orv focused on that point - that the girls were showing him (that's how he liked to think about it) the parts of their bodies that the public couldn't see when lying on the beach or by the pool. It made their nipple and boob display even more like a private moment. 

Thinking back, the first collection had shown some models with tans but no tan lines on their boobs. It was exciting to think of them sunning while fully naked, but in a way, the boobs with tan lines added a real extra kick.

In some cases, the girls had droplets of water on their skin, an ocean view behind them. Almost invariably, the nipples on these girls were standing out at full attention. Surprisingly to Orv, even the areolas of many of these girls were crinkled up.

Orv also noted with interest that the nipples on some of the girls, like the ones just lying in the sun, were only very slightly raised above the areolas. Curious, Orv thought.

And then, Orv came across a photo of a girl who had only the tiniest strip of white on her breasts. Most the lower aspect of her boob was tan, with maybe three inches of white at the base, which tapered up to...

Holy smokes! The tan line on this beauty went RIGHT THROUGH HER AREOLA!

There was a small triangle of white above the areola, but on very close inspection (and believe me, Orville was thorough), this tan line was more than just close to or even tangent to her areolas - it clearly intersected them!

There was only one conclusion - this girl had lain out in the sun somewhere while purposely arranging her tiny bikini to a point BEYOND titillating [sorry, I love the word] - it would be considered downright indecent by any prude catching a glimpse of her exposed areola.

Had Orv been passing such a breast and areola display, he knew that he would have paused as long as possible, praying for the slightest shrug of the shoulder that might have freed the nipple itself. An unintentional flash of a nipple - that would be amazing.

Orv's dick twitched several times as he split his concentration on the sight before him and the visions and questions in his imagination. The good thing was - no the GREAT thing was - that he had all the time in the world to drink in those amazing nipples and the tan line that nearly caught them as well.

Kath picked up the phone a year ago to find Milt on the line again.

"How's my favorite cousin doin'?" he boomed.

"Just fine, Milt" she said, with little enthusiasm in her voice. "Are you coming into town again?

"Better than that, Sugar, Angel and I are moving here! Bought a house about a mile from you!"

"Just you and Angel? Isn't Candy moving with you?"

Milt's voice dropped both in volume and bombast. "Kath, she died on me four years ago. Lung cancer. Turns out lot's more women die of lung cancer than breast cancer, though it worsens your odds there, too."

He paused, and Kath murmured a sincere, "I'm so sorry, Milt."

"Thanks - I still miss her even now. Anyway," Milt continued in a stronger voice, "I've cleaned up my act. Quit tobacco cold turkey soon as Candy got the word, and started working out, eating better, playing tennis - I'm feeling great now! Plus I quit my old job - I'm going to be a prosecutor in district court. It won't be near the money, but hey, maybe I can clear out some of the drug dealers 'round here. 

Oh, and I sold my tobacco stock - put into renewable energy. Still, I can't say that I won't drop by that burger place we went to last time, though - I still like looking at the ladies! I never cheated on my sweet Candy, but she never minded my lookin,' just so's I came back to her."

"I'm glad to hear that Milt - or at least most of it. Let us know when you're settled, & maybe we'll get together. How is Angel doing? She must be in college by now, right?"

"Angel is great, doing okay in school, but her heart's not in it. She's a little wild, you know; she modeled for an art class, and now she thinks she can make a living at it. Trouble is, she's got boobs like her Mom - the agencies tell her she'd need to have them reduced. That would be a crying shame, far as I'm concerned - she's a real looker."

"I'd offer to give her advice, Milt, but all of learned about parenting is dealing with Orv."

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting you could help, but thanks anyway. See you."

The third folder Orv pulled out had a very pretty, very bosomy model wearing red underwear on the cover. "Lingerie issue" was printed under the logo.

Again, this was a collection of pages torn from this and maybe other issues - all pictures of very attractive ladies.

When Orv looked at the first picture, he knew that he was close to an orgasm; he looked away for several seconds, breathed deeply and tried to think about math class. Wait, not Emma's boobs - think equations! 

The moment passed, and he was then able to look at the vision before him. It was a side view of a girl wearing some sort of special bra. It was powder blue, but while it looked to give the girl's breast support, more than half her tit was out in the open!

Rising clear of the cup was a beautiful pink nipple. Oh, my god, was that sexy! Orv dared not touch his dick, since it was basically twitching of its own accord. A bra, yes, but DESIGNED to display the girl's nipples! The model was winking and appeared to be blowing a kiss at him. She WANTED guys to get hard drooling over her nipples!

How could that photo be topped? Orv turned the page and again drew in his breath. Facing straight at him this time was a girl who seemed to have a full bra on, but it was so transparent, it was like it wasn't there! Her nipples were amazing. They poked into the fabric, causing it to highlight the very end of the nipples while the bra material slightly obscuring the areolas before again making contact with the skin of her boobs. Every other aspect of her breasts was there for the viewing, including a stray mole off to the side.

In short, her boobs were dressed and supported, but at the same time she was basically naked!

In the next picture, the model had put on a black bra, but whether she was wearing it was open to interpretation. Instead, both cups had been pushed down so that they only supported a small bit of her boobs. In the background was an out of focus left breast and nipple, the nipple silhouetted against the even more out of focus background.

In the foreground, though, was the right nipple, cradled between the thumb underneath and the index finger on top. The nipple was considerably longer than its twin, and Orv could see, based on the crinkle lines on both the nipple and the areola, that the girl was giving her nip a firm twist.

But what really caught Orv's attention was the girls' intriguing face. He spent an actual 10% of his attention on it, far longer than any other picture he'd examined.

Sure, like all the models, her face was pretty. But what captivated Orv's attention was that she, in turn, seemed captivated by what she was doing to her nipple with her left hand. Her head was tilted down and to her right, her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were clearly directed toward her nipple. Orv wasn't sure if the lids were fully closed or not, but he chose to believe they were open just a slit.

What was going through her mind? Did she like to look at her breasts, her stiff nipple with as much admiration as he was looking at it? Was she feeling the tingle traveling from her nipple to the rest of her body? Was she going to keep twisting that nipple, then go to the other, working her way up to intense levels of pleasure?

Do girls have orgasm? Wet dreams? The enigmatic expression on her face left so many questions in Orv's head. And he loved her for it.

With ever sweatier hands, he turned the page and was taken back again. Much like Amber, this model had one boob looking at him while the other was in profile. The bra, again, was unique - there were openings at the end of each cup so that her nipples poked through! Full support, but nipples fully naked! Orv couldn't wait to find out what else was in Uncle Milt's collection!

The call came out of the blue, just a week before the two families had planned to get together. Milt and Angel had died driving back from a weekend at the beach, the car totaled.

Kath had never felt close to Milt and didn't know Angel at all, but it was still a shock.

She sat down as the lawyer went on. "Katharine, we've taken a look at his will, and it was very simple. All would have gone to Angel, of course, but he named you, as his only remaining relative, to inherit should Angel predecease or die at the same time. His finances will take some time to straighten out, but he made it clear that you should get the house as soon as possible."

Kath reeled at this turn of events. No matter how the money had been earned, it was now hers. Relief and sadness mixed with other emotions she couldn't really identify.

Kath sat Orv down when he got home from school and explained the situation. "Orv, I'm working tomorrow, but will have Sunday off. I'll throw what I can into bags and the suitcases in the closet. You move over what you can, and I'll come straight there after my shift. Here's one of the keys the lawyer dropped off."

Orv took this all in in virtual silence. The cramped apartment was the only home he'd ever known, but it would be nice to have more space. "Okay," he replied, "I'll do what I can."

[Author's Note: That's it for background - now on with the good stuff!]

The next collection had a pair of girls hugging each other on the cover, their naked boobs pressed together, but the nipples were buried in the mounds of soft breast flesh. Oh, my, what kinds of pictures would be in THIS set!

The first picture had a brunette and a red head holding their generous tits from the underside, lifting them up and toward their partner. In the center of the picture, Orv could see what he could only describe as dueling nipples. While all four nipples looked like pencil erasers in their stiffness, the brunettes seemed to be the stiffer, since each of those brown nips were sturdy enough to bend the pink nipples of the redhead to the side so that they were indenting the flesh of their own boobs.

Orv could only barely touch his dick for fear that even a short stroke would send him over the edge.

Orv turned the page and knew that that battle was all but lost - he could feel the sperm welling up, and just the slightest extra thought or touch would be too much. The same two girls had changed their positions, with the brunette standing while the redhead sat on a stool in front of her. The redhead was pulling both of her own nipples straight out, which was exciting enough, but the attack on the brunette's nipples was what had Orv in desperate shape.

The ends of the brunette's fingers could be seen underneath her right breast. She was holding her bosom out as an offering, it seemed. The redhead could be seen with lips parted and her tongue sticking out a bit. Between her tongue and her upper lip was the full length of a very stiff nipple belonging to the brunette. The redhead's eyes were looking upward at the other girl's face with what Orv guessed was pure lust. 

The brunette, meanwhile, had lifted her generous left breast up while bending her head down so that her other very stiff left nipple was just in the reach of her drooling tongue. Orv didn't know that girls might like other girls, but he didn't care - there were four nipples to look at, each sexier than the other! His balls were churning.

"Hi, Orv, I'm home!" called Kath from downstairs.

The instant of panic was the last straw. The floodgates opened and the pumps were working their darndest to empty what felt like a gallon of pent up cum. A pained and quiet "Oh, my god," was all Orv could muster. He quickly pinched the end of his foreskin off in an attempt to contain his seed. He kept looking at the nipple being tugged by the teeth and the other nipple getting a tongue bath; he wanted the feeling to last, much as he knew he needed to a) do something with the magazines, b) do something with his dick, and c) answer his Mom. 

At least a minute passed before he became fully aware of the rest of the world. Orv had just experienced his first orgasm while awake. While he knew he wasn't supposed to touch himself, the feeling was so amazing that he knew he would do it again. The shame was small and fleeting compared to the pleasure.

"Orv, are you here?" came Kath's voice from downstairs. "Sorry, Mom, I'm in the bathroom," he managed to reply. "Oh, alright," came the reply. One handed, he slid the magazines back into the folder; then he quietly tiptoed to the bathroom to clean up.

Shortly, Orv came bounding down the stairs, still shirtless.




Awakenings Ch. 01



Oh, my, what a handsome boy Orv is, Kath thought to herself. Such broad shoulders, and the way his chest muscles ripple. Nipples! What are you doing starting to throb? Must think of getting this move done.

Out loud, she said, "Orv, why don't you have a shirt on?"

"Oh - sorry Mom. The AC isn't working and you weren't around, so I just took it off. I'll go get it."

"That's okay, Orv. It is hot in here, and I can see you're warm - your cheeks are all flushed."

Orv blushed even more, knowing the real cause of his condition.

"I'm pretty warm myself; I think I'll go change. Is my bag upstairs?"

"I think so, Kath, but, um, it was warm and I got so tired that I lay down and took a nap, so I didn't bring everything over."

Kath went upstairs to check, but only found sheets and towels.

"It's too late to send you back to the apartment, Orv, I guess I'll be fine in my uniform. Why don't you start on your homework and I'll clean up this kitchen - what a mess!"

"Yeah, I guess they left in a hurry."

"Hey - how about pizza for dinner? I think we can finally afford it."

"Sounds good - can't wait to try it."

Orv pulled out his books and spread them on the desk. He tried to study - he really did. But a full half hour with his books open had, in truth, provided no greater understanding than he'd had when he started. 

And the MISC folder was still there, still beckoning. It was the spring of his senior year and he already knew he was going to study science and math in Cambridge, Mass. Couldn't he afford to let the work slide a little? I mean, it HAD been most of an hour since his explosive orgasm. Maybe just a little peak...

Kath hummed to herself, always happy to be busy. Orv had opened the windows, and the light breeze was welcome.

It was a busy night for pizza, and Kath felt she'd cleaned enough. Going to the living room, she saw a dry bar in the corner, with some dirty glasses, along with two bottles of liquor - one of rum, the other Khalua. She sighed and carried the dirty glasses to the sink.

She paused at the bar, though. There had never been money for booze, but she really had no moral objection to it. Pouring some rum into a clean glass, she took a sip and almost spit it out; for her, it was harsh, and it burned on the way down. 

She sniffed the Kahlua before pouring it; it smelled of coffee and seemed like it might be sweet. Rather than throwing out the rum, she poured the Kahlua into the same glass and gave it a swirl. Much nicer, she thought on tasting it. Adding a little ice made it just right for sipping on a warm evening.

By now, Orv had given up and pulled the MISC folder in front of him. Reaching for the magazine on the bottom, he found it was a copy of Pentup Letters (or at least that was the cover).

He opened it up and thumbed through a few pages. Instead of just pictures, these pages (again torn from some original magazines) had a lot of text. Did Uncle Milt actually read it for the articles?

Then he looked a little more closely. These seemed to be letters to the magazine - basically short stories, some of which Milt had marked with an X while others had dots of various sizes in the margins.

His eyes were drawn to one of the bigger dots, where he read, "But Amy's best feature was her tits. Her boobs, while large, had only a little sag. Her areolas, though, were the size of a can of shoe polish, and her nipples stood out like gumdrops. 

It went on, "Amy was proud of her rack and her sensitive nipples, and loved to show them off. She almost never wore a bra, and even going to theater, she would select a blouse that was so sheer that no one could miss her amazing nipples. 

When she did have to wear a bra, she always chose a diaphanous model so that her nipples were still on display. When she was feeling really horny, she would wear a half cup bra, so that her boobs would be supported but her nipples would still stand out naked under her top. 

She loves the feel of the fabric rubbing over those sensitive tips, and often can't resist giving her nips a pinch when she thinks no one is looking. Of course, I always am, and she loves to see the hungry expression on my face. You can't believe how wet she gets from showing herself off, and we always have an amazing fuck session when we get home."

By now, as I'm sure you guessed, Orv was earnestly rubbing his fully recovered cock. "Holy smokes! So girls really do like to show their tits off? They really do like to touch their own nipples? Wow!" He didn't know what "fuck" meant, but he was getting the idea.

Kath had taken a couple of quick sips of her drink while standing, then eased herself down on the couch, exhausted. She saw the TV remote on the coffee table and (with experience gained at work) figured out how to turn it on.

When the image appeared, she sat up so fast she nearly spilled her drink. There on the screen were two girls kissing each other. When the camera pulled away, Kath saw that they were wearing clothes - just not the sort of thing Kath would wear. 

The blonde wore a blouse whose buttons were undone to her navel. She had enormous tits, and from the angle the shot was taken, mostly from the side and looking into her open blouse, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra - there was only boob flesh from below her chin all the way down and to the underside of her tit. (Of course Kath wasn't thinking with those terms in her head - at least not yet.)

The scene quickly shifted to one of the girls pulling on one of her nipples while the other girl was licking the other nipple with her tongue. She had pulled her own boobs out of the skimpy bra and was pinching them with her fingers.

"What am I doing watching this," Kath thought to herself, "especially with Orv just upstairs? Is this a lesbian channel? Did Milt really enjoy watching this stuff?" She was vaguely aware that the booze had slowed down her reactions, but just as she was about to change the channel, two handsome, shirtless men appeared. Kath drained her drink and agreed with herself that she could wait one more minute to see what would happen.

"Well, hello, ladies! Sorry we're late, but it looks like you didn't wait for us."

"Just getting warmed up for you," said the one with the bigger tits. 

With that, the two couples embraced and kissed on the lips - but only momentarily. Both men very quickly moved down to kiss and fondle the nipples of the two girls, which they seemed to eagerly want.

"Oh, that feels so good! You know I LOVE it when you suck my tit in your mouth and lap your tongue all around my nipple. ... Oh, yes, suck my nipples, you know I love it when you suck my nipples! Harder, make me cum by sucking my nipples!"

Kath vaguely registered that a) these men were being gentle and attentive with their ladies, and b) the girls seemed to like it (even though it was clear they were acting).

"Okay, that's enough. I don't need to watch that kind of filth, and I sure don't want Orv to find me watching it." Still, the word "filth" didn't fully match her true feelings; the truth was, her nipples had started to harden.

Switching channels a number of times, she finally came across an old movie that looked safe - a downtrodden man trudging through seemingly endless deep snow - Dr. Zhivago, she learned by pressing the Info button. Kath got up to make another drink (it really was quite tasty) and ignored the slight buzz in her head and the wobble in her feet. The drinks were really helping her to relax.

She settled back down (when WAS that pizza coming?) to watch the doctor stumbling up the snow covered stairs. There, he was greeted by the amazingly beautiful Lara. Kath watched as they hugged, as they kissed, as they went to bed, then the screen faded to black.

With the alcohol thawing her frozen feelings, Kath was sucked into the movie - the passion, the tenderness, the caring, even when they were not even touching. Her subconscious began to process her long suppressed need to be loved, to be cherished, to be held tightly by someone who loves you, sex or not. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Orv had moved on to the next letter, slowly stroking his already firm member. "I was feeling horny, so as I dressed in the tent with my husband [a letter from a FEMALE writer, Orv thought, marveling], I at first picked up my bra, then looked down at my boobs, then over at my husband. He gave me a huge smile as I dropped the bra back in the bag.

As I slid my light yellow T over my naked nips, the thought of what I was doing (plus a surreptitious flick of my nipples as my hands pulled the shirt down), had my nipples hard in seconds. Stepping into the sunlight, I could see that my thin shirt did nothing to hide the way my nipples were poking out, nor did it hide the darker color of my nipples and areolas. My C cup tits seemed to swell even more, straining the fabric.

As I walked to the car, I loved the way my boobs bounced, and I got a real thrill when we walked past a young stud who couldn't keep his eyes from following every move of my nipples. I put some extra bounce in my step and loved both the stare and the feelings from my sensitive nips, teased beyond hard by the cloth sliding over them without a single touch from my hands.

Bill had a hard time driving between constant glances at my nips plus an occasional playful grope. What Bill did not know was that I had slipped some Ben wa balls into my pussy before we left the campground. Driving down the bumpy road was REALLY producing amazing sensations in my cunny, helping to keep my nips hard even when they weren't being touched.

"How would you like to flash a trucker," Bill suggested, a slight quaver in his voice, a not-so slight bulge in his shorts. "Sounds like fun," I replied, immediately pulling my shirt up, then, what the hell, all the way off.

I love to play with my super sensitive nipples anyway [WOW that's hot, Orv thought, pulling on his dick more forcefully], so I attacked them with a vengeance, twisting my nips, pulling on them, pushing my titties together while working the nipples at the end, in short doing everything I could to stimulate my nipples. I was clenching my pussy muscles around the Ben wa balls and closed my eyes to focus on my pleasure.

I heard a loud honk and only then realized that we must have been driving next to the truck for a least a while. Now, I was really close to my release. 

Just then, we hit a section of rough road, and the multiple sensation from the jiggling of the Ben wa balls, the sensations from my nipples, and the naughty thrill of exposing myself to the trucker all worked to push me over the edge.

"Aaannggghh!" I cried out as wave after wave of an incredibly intense orgasm flooded over me (and out of me). It's a good thing the seats were leather, or the pussy juices I expelled would have left a huge stain.

"My god, you came just from touching your nipples!" Bill enthused. If he only knew the full story!"

Orv, still working his dick, was beginning to appreciate the power of the written word. Plus, several questions were now answered. Women (or at least some of them) DO like to touch themselves, they DO like to show off their boobs and nipples, and they DO have orgasms! 

But new questions were raised. What the heck were Ben wa balls? And what were pussy juices? Clearly not sperm - Orv's biology class had taught him that - but then why were such juices produced. Orv had so much to learn...

Just then, the doorbell rang. Orv kept control this time (that was one thing he'd learned - how to stay hard, which was great pleasure - but also how to avoid being on the tipping point of immediate orgasm. Orv went to splash water on his face while his dick made a slow retreat to a semi-hard state, then he bounded down the stairs, famished. 

Kath got up and wobbled to the door, tears still on her face. The pizza delivery guy asked if she was okay, and Kath assured him she was fine, just watching a sad movie.

As they sat down to eat, Orv, too, noticed the tear streaks on Kath's cheeks. "Are you okay, Mom, you look like you've been crying."

"Oh, it's nothing, Orv, just feeling a little sorry for myself. I was just watching a movie that showed how much in love two people can be, and I started to feel really lonely, what with you going to college and all."

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry. I know it's been tough on you raising my on your own. But you'll always have my love, and this house and Uncle Milt's money should help. You should try getting out some."

"Thanks, Orv, I'll always love you, too. Tell you what - after dinner, why don't you sit with me on the couch and watch a movie with me. After all these years, we deserve to enjoy ourselves a little."

"That sounds good, Mom. I'm going to miss you when I go off to college, too. I hope that I'll be able to break out of my shell there. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever get to see..."

The pause got awkward as Orv tried to figure a way out of not saying "a girl's breasts," which was in his mind when he started.

"Go on, what would you like to see, dear?"

"Well, it's just that, aside from you, I don't know how to talk to girls, and if I can't even hold a conversation, how can I hope to - um - kiss one or - um - do more than hold their hands."

Through the alcohol fog, Kath's mind slowly reprocessed the movie scenes she'd viewed - both of them - and she had an inkling of where Orv's mind really was going. She also realized that she wanted to be held and kissed all over as well.

"I know, dear, I know. Have you thought about senior prom? Is there anyone you might ask?"

"Oh, Mom, they all think I'm a nerd and a loser. I think I'd rather not ask than give the school one more sad 'Orville story.'"

With dinner over, Kath and Orv settled into the comfy couch. Kath made yet another drink, plus a small one for Orv. "To our new house and our new lives," she toasted with him.

Each of them took comfort in the closeness of the other, and they settled in to find Dr. Zhivago starting over. "Oh, I haven't seen this part; do you mind, Orv?"

They watched peacefully for a while, then during the scenes where the beautiful young Lara was being used by the lecherous old man, Komarovsky, Kath found herself crying quietly. Thankfully, Orv hadn't noticed. But when Lara tried to shoot the bastard, Kath broke down sobbing, her body shaking from reliving her one sexual encounter with Biff and the ill that she, too had wished on him at the time.

"Mom, are you alright? This part of the movie isn't really fun, but it IS just a movie."

"Oh, Orv, my sweet boy," she said, managing to locate a box of tissues. "It's just that ... that Lara and I are so much ... Oh, Orv, I think it's time I told you about who your father really is. He didn't go off to fight and die overseas, and there's a reason that there are no pictures of him. But I think I need another drink first."

With that, Orv learned about Biff, why they never saw any relations from his father's side of the family (they lived across town, not across the country) and so on. Orv had never known of his mother's pain, and he held her close as the sobs wracked her body. Orv was not much for making friends, but empathy was a strong suit.

"I'm sorry to have kept this secret from you all these years, Orv, but I wasn't sure you could have handled it any earlier. I still hate Biff for the kind of person he was and for how he treated me - but I have you as a result, and you are my reason for being." Her breath caught once more when she heaved a final big sigh, but now, finally, the truth was out. She'd been unaware of the huge weight, even guilt, that she'd been carrying with her all these years, and she felt cleansed and lighter.

"Thanks so much for telling me that story, Mom, you've really answered all my questions. I'm sorry for all that you endured, and I promise you, I promise you, that I will never hurt anyone that way, nor will I let anyone hurt you that way ever again."

"Oh, I know, Orv. You are such a kind man, a gentle man."

They turned back to the movie, though both kept thinking about their conversation. Not long after, though, the booze caught up to Kath, and she found a pillow to lean on, and she stretched her legs over Orv's. He rubbed her feet and she murmured, "Thanks, Orv, you are such a good son. I may just take a nap right here."

Orv watched the movie for a while, but it was a little slow, and he remained pissed off at Komarovsky, despite the strings he pulled for Lara. He looked at his mother's soft, slender legs in their white stockings, and, while his hormones had been placed on hold by the discussion he and Kath had had, he WAS still 18, and his mind edged back to the pictures upstairs. He gently lifted her legs off his lap and quietly snuck upstairs, intent on learning more about his new found treasure. The drink had affected him a little, too, else he would have stayed with Kath.

Orv found a new "folder," this one with a girl in a tiny bikini (but with no nipple showing) wearing a mesh cover up. Orv paused (briefly) to wondered if there was a theme to this one and what it might be. 

On opening this collection, he saw a picture of the same girl as on the cover, but this time sans bathing suit! Every inch of her boobs was visible through the mesh, but more to the point (or points!), her stiff nipples were poking through the mesh!

Again, a new way to appreciate tits, and especially nipples! It was so sexy to think of the model as being clothed (well, sort of), but still quite naked. 

He turned the page, and this time, the same model was shown without the cover up, but she had managed to hang the bikini top by the shoulder strap from her nipples! Granted, there was not much weight there, but Orv couldn't have done it! Her smile betrayed that she was proud of her stiff nips and enjoyed being playful about posing.

Orv began to thumb through more of the collection, and found that there were many variations on the theme. There were more pictures of nipples poking through mesh tops, some nips even poked through a more tightly woven sweater. She must have forced those buds through, Orv thought, imagining the process in his mind. Then came nipples clearly seen through bras, like he'd seen before, then nipples and areolas that easily shown through a white blouse, with no bra underneath. Orv was careful to pace the action on his dick, but dang, he wanted to orgasm again! Could it feel as good as the last time?

Then he found a photo showed of a girl clearly sitting in a restaurant, with customers in the background. But despite that public place, Orv could easily see both nipples. One nipple was a dark brown, showing very clearly through the white blouse. That was exciting enough in a public restaurant. But more stimulating was that the girl had undone a couple of buttons on the blouse and was holding it away from her chest. There, for Orv's immense pleasure, was a totally bare breast, stiff nipple and all, being flashed to the camera and thus to him from this public place. 

Orv's dick was about to explode, so he looked away for a minute to compose himself before turning the page.

The next one was shot outside, on a sidewalk where a restaurant had tables and chairs; people were walking by on the open part of the sidewalk. A girl was seated, looking away from the camera, resting her elbow on the table while holding a phone to her head. 

But the blouse she was wearing was like none Orv had seen before. Not only were there no sleeves, but the armhole was cut nearly to her waist. There must have been a breeze from behind, because her blouse had billowed out like a sail. And there, with the sun lighting it up from behind the camera man, was a totally naked breast, viewable by any passerby all the way out to her very stiff nipple.

Orv's dick began pulsing, and he felt the sperm churning, but he quickly looked to the ceiling, breathed deeply, and just barely regained control.




Awakenings Ch. 01



"My god, is that hot!" thought Orv. "Maybe they paid her to do it, but even so, to pose like that right on the street with your whole naked boob on display?" Orv hoped that she had done it for sport - that she enjoyed being ogled, that her nipples were stiff from her own display. He'd never know, but he could live with that.

Kath slept deeply for most of an hour. Then, she heard her lover Yuri's footfalls on the steps. Her heart raced. Oh, how she wanted to be enveloped in his arms, to kiss his lips, to feel wanted and loved.

Why was she still in her dress from work? It took forever, but she got the buttons undone and took the dress off. Yuri was at the door, but she wanted to please him with her naked breasts. Damn, why wouldn't the bra come undone? It was plain and white - not enticing at all. I'll just lift my tits out - but as much as she tried, they were still covered.

Yuri came in. He did not seem to mind that the bra still covered her tits, crushing her with a passionate kiss that yes, made her nipples tingle. They edged closer to the bed.

But she really had to pee first. Where was the bathroom? A hole in the floor? That won't work. More searching, until...

Wow, what a dream - at least the first part. Disoriented by the strange house, she thought, now, where IS the bathroom. Getting up, she found that her legs were unsteady. So this is what it feels like to be drunk, she thought, holding onto the walls as she proceeded.

Orv heard the sound of the downstairs flush and quickly scrambled to put all the magazines back in the MISC folder, to put his dick back in his pants, and to get his homework out. Thanks goodness she found the downstairs bath instead of coming up here first, he thought.

Kath poked her head in the door, being careful to hold the door frame and said, "Oh, there you are. I guess I fell 'sleep. Did you 'njoy the movie." Whoa, I'd better take care to enunciate - those drinks really got to me.

"Sure, it was good, and the actresses are really nice to look at, but I didn't want my work to fall behind, so I came upstairs a little while ago. Did you have a good nap?"

"It was, but I did have an odd dream - 'bout the movie. ... But anyway, you've worked hard enough today, why don't you finish up in the bath while I see if Angel has anything I kin wear to bed."

"Sorry again, Mom, I'll get the rest of our stuff first thing in the morning." Is she drunk, Orv wondered. Well, I guess she did have a few of those. Interesting.

As Orv went into the upstairs bath, he finally took the time to look around (the other two visits were rather rushed!). He noted that Kath had her own entrance while he needed to enter by the hallway. Must be that Uncle Milt had given Angel the Master Bedroom while he had taken the other. Straight ahead was a mirrored wall, floor to ceiling, while the wall with the sink on the left was mirrored from the vanity on up. Well, this is different, thought Orv. 

He was still horny from the photos showing women's boobs through the arm holes of their blouses and considered masturbating into the toilet - maybe that would free him from another wet dream. But if he was going to get off while awake, he wanted to at least be looking at his new friends in the MISC folder, so he opted to stay horny and proceeded with brushing, etc., while keeping his semi-hard on by thinking of all he had taken in. Maybe, with at least the one orgasm during the day, he wouldn't have a wet dream - but if he did, now that he knows how boobs really look, maybe the images will be more clear. 

Finished, he called out to his Mom, "All done!" and went back to his room; he closed the door, then changed into his PJ pants. Bedroom doors were usually left open, but Orv left it closed while going back to the desk. Just a few more peeks at peaks!

Kath had gone to her bedroom, the one that had belonged to Angel. She double checked the bags, but no, only sheets and towels, not any of her clothes.

Kath looked around the room for the first time. When she saw the poster of a rugged, handsome man coming out of the surf (Daniel Craig, but she did not know who he was), she inhaled sharply. His muscles were almost freaky large, but she found her nipples starting to tense as she stared at his form.

No, that's not right, she told herself. But then, on another wall, was a poster of Chris Hemsworth, and her hand came to her left breast of its own volition. When she realized that she was rubbing her nipple, she vowed not to look at the posters again. Must be the alcohol removing my inhibitions, she thought. She would take the posters down in the morning. But as she turned to the dresser, she remembered how handsome her shirtless Orv had looked at the dinner table. While his chest wasn't as muscled as Daniel Craig's, he was certainly solidly built - and not freakily so.

"Kath," she scolded herself, "get those thoughts out of your mind!"

She was hot and sticky from the long day at work and all the cleaning in the house. She decided to give herself a sponge bath before searching for night clothes.

Undressing in the bedroom, the prim white uniform dress came off first, then the undies. She reached behind her to undo the heavy white bra, then sighed with relief when she was free of it.

Moving only a little unsteadily to the bathroom, she felt her boobs swaying with her footfalls, and with thoughts of the posters in her head, found that her nipples were crinkling again. "Stop that!" she said softly out loud. 

Stepping into the bathroom, she turned on the light and found mirrors - big mirrors - on two sides, ahead and to the right; her naked form was looking back at her at most every turn. At the old apartment, there had only been a medicine cabinet mirror, and it was mounted high enough that she never had seen her reflection below her collarbone.

"Oh, my," she whispered. Walking toward the sink, she couldn't help but look at her boobs. She had felt them wobble when she walked naked before, but SEEING them move at the same time was ... was ... she wasn't sure what the right word was, but we would call it "erotic." "Damn, there go my nipples again," she whispered in a serious tone, but she almost giggled while trying to scold herself mentally. It was almost fun for her to look at herself, really, for the first time.

She tried to control her body's reaction, and almost succeeded, but then she saw herself in the mirror to her right, in profile. Dang, those tits stuck out a long way, she thought with a drunken smirk!

"Okay, I give up," she said to herself. "It's just me and Orville here anyway, what's the harm in letting myself get a little aroused?"

With that decision behind her and her nips free to tighten, she walked to the mirror and gave her naked body a critical assessment. "No wrinkles on my face, but I already knew that. How about the boobs?" Looking to her right without turning, she checked out her profile. "Yes, they are rather large and firm, aren't they?" She couldn't help but smile. Looking straight ahead, she gave her shoulders a little shake and immediately felt a tingle both in her nipples as well as in her pussy as she watched, and felt, her boobs shaking in front of her. 

"Oh, my, they're nearly as big as the girls breasts on that porn channel, aren't they?" Despite being in her late 30's, her boobs had hardly any sag. Maybe all those years of wearing bras had paid off. Her nipples, and even her areolas, were definitely crinkled up. She thought about touching them, like the girls on TV, but then straightened herself and whispered, "Kath - get a hold on yourself (NO, not THAT kind of hold!) - you had too much to drink and it's affecting you in a naughty way!"

But she continued her self examination. Looking at her boobs in the mirror, it seemed that the nipples didn't quite point in the same direction; rather they pointed east and west a little. Raising her arms over her head (hmm - that perks up the profile, doesn't it, she smirked, forgetting the recent chastisement), she twisted her body until one nipple was in perfect profile (and a very fine profile it was!) and, indeed, the other nipple pointed almost straight at her in the mirror. Interesting, but neither here nor there.

The rest of her body still looked pretty good, too. There was a trim waist and hips that weren't too wide. A small scar from when her uterus had been removed five years ago, but that was minor. Her blonde curls "down there" were so light that her slit was hardly hidden; her body shivered a little with that realization. Looking to the side again, she checked out her legs - they looked trim as well.

She looked at herself in the eyes again, and realized that, in one way, she did not measure up to Lara or the porn models. Her hair, as usual, was pulled back in a bun, whereas the girls on TV had long, luxurious hair that fell down nearly to their nipples. Kath resolved to let her hair down, but first, the sponge bath. Her hair was clean and it made no sense to let it flow over her grimy body.

She found a wash cloth, then leaned over the sink to wash her face - but then, there in the mirror to her right, were her boobs also leaning forward as well, hanging out more freely from her chest wall. Dang, her peripheral vision might drive her crazy in here! She felt an unfamiliar feeling down below - almost like she was wet. What was that about? Why was her own body turning her on?? Was this all from the liquor? Perhaps - there was definitely still a buzz in her head.

Okay, she resolved - time to get cleaned up. Leaning forward, she extended both arms so as to use both hands to moisten the wash cloth. Looking up at the mirror, she saw that this move, by sandwiching her boobs between her arms, created a huge amount of cleavage - nearly to her chin. Her stiff nipples were brushing against her arms near the elbows. She shivered once more, but clearly not from the cold. 

She washed her face and neck - yes, that felt great, and no sexual overtones. Then down her arms - still okay. Boobs now? Maybe not - those nips are still too pointy. Washing her back with the end of the wash cloth held over her right shoulder and the other end held behind her waist seemed like a good idea - and then she looked in the mirror and saw her right boob magically lifted up while both boobs swayed with the arm motion. Oh, my!

Let's do the legs, she decided. Fine again, until - dang it if her boobs weren't rubbing all over her thigh as she washed her shins and feet. How had her body gotten so sensitive?

Moving up to her crotch was another challenge. Before using the warm wash cloth, she felt her pussy with her bare hand - yep, definitely oozing fluid. She did her best to be both quick and thorough, but in the end, wasn't sure if she was less gooey than before or not.

Okay, time for the tummy and boobs. The belly was okay, but when she tried to wash her titties, it was a different story. Oh, my goodness - the roughness of the wash cloth on her nipples almost made her knees give out.

Finally, her body was basically clean. Now to let her hair down.

As always, prior decisions were based on money. Since she tied her hair up anyway, she let it grow for six months or more before getting it cut. It was close to time for another haircut, so her hair was long. She'd washed it this morning, so she now felt comfortable letting it fall down around her just washed shoulders. 

It needed some brushing, so she checked the vanity drawers and found one of Angel's. While she brushed, her boobs kept rising and falling, swaying to and fro, but she mostly managed to ignore them. With the brushing done, she arranged her amber hair so that part of it fell forward, over her shoulders. It reached nearly to her nipples, but only nearly so. And wouldn't you know it, those silly nips started to tingle again as she watched.

Enough time in the bathroom! She turned on her heel and strode purposefully back to Angel's - no, to her room - to look for night clothes. But of course, a "purposeful stride" meant sharp footfalls, and sharp footfalls meant that her boobs were bouncing double time. She paused and wondered, "My boobs just feel so, ... so GOOD when they move like that. How did I never notice before?"

There were only two mirrors in the bedroom, one being right over the dresser, which showed her form from the waist up. To her left, though, were fully mirrored closet doors, showing her entire 5' 9" form. Kath tried to calm down, but had little success. She moved to the dresser, doing her best to avoid staring at her boobs as they came to rest, intent on finding some night clothes. She desperately hoped that getting properly covered would stop her sensual feelings.

The first drawer was filled with frilly nothings in multiple bright colors. Confused, Kath picked one up. It appeared to have openings for legs and a patch of cloth in front, but aside from thin straps, that was it. Were these underwear of some sort? Kath slipped one on, but just as quickly took it off - she wasn't going to wear dental floss between her legs! Better she slept with no undies than wear these things! (No undies - that thought gave her a shiver!)

The next drawer over was less of a mystery - these were clearly bras; but bras the likes of which Kath had never seen, even when she shopped for more work bras and ignored the "racier" ones on display at the department store. Did Angel even OWN a sleep bra? It seemed not.

Again, there were lots of colors - several red ones, a few black, some baby blue - but again, there was not much to them. She picked up a whitish one, but when she put her hand in one of the cups, it was like the cup wasn't there - her hand was just as visible as before she put it in the cup.

She picked up a black one, but was startled to see that the upper half of each cup was missing! Curious, she clipped it together in front of her (her nipples stiffened when the backs of her hands rubbed the underside of her boobs - dang, again?) and spun it around. She got the shoulder straps in place, then tried to get her boobs into the cups.

But no matter how much she tried to get the cups to hide her nipples, the cups, while supporting her breasts, could not contain the nipples. They plainly poked out proudly over the tops of the half cups. Maybe Angel wore this contraption for a boyfriend? But wouldn't that just make the beast in him want to do bad things to her?

All this manipulation of her tits and nipples had Kath in quite a state, so, in desperation, she tried on one of the whiter ones. The good news was that Angel and she had both the same chest size as well as the same cup size, a 36 D. The bad news was that this bra was not really quite as comfortable as her shapeless sleep bras; it gave her more support than her sleep bras, which marginally improved the shape of her tits, but what good was that? Who would ever see her shape? 

The worse news was revealed when she checked out her reflection in the mirror over the dresser - it was as if the bra, aside from the underwire and straps, wasn't there. The lights on either side of the mirror illuminated her nipples, plain as day. Kath noticed that her nipples were tenting the material badly, but she had given up trying to control them.

With little to recommend it, Kath gave up on the concept of a sleep bra and shrugged her way out of the bra she had tried on. She moved on, with trepidation, to the next drawer. As she had hoped, these were nightgowns. But as she had feared, they appeared to hold no more promise than the underwear and bra drawers. Just what kind of modeling did Angel do, Kath wondered.

After considering several, all short, frilly, and/or see through, Kath found a white version that was LESS see through than the others and which was long enough to at least reach part way down her thigh. She played with her hair in an attempt to use it to cover her nipples, but, as she already knew, it wasn't quite long enough. Oh, well ... it was just Orv, and maybe he wouldn't have his light on.

She turned to the mirrors on the closet door now and gave herself a critical look. Not bad, she thought, for someone well into her 30's. She gave her shoulders a shake, still getting used to seeing her boobs sway back and forth. Watching her tits move and feeling the fabric of the nighty rub her nipples had them stiffening up again. Maybe she was not as fetching as Lara or the porn girls, but still... 

What was she thinking! She was not just "well into her 30's," she was pushing 40, and the only male who had ever paid any attention to her was, indeed, after "only one thing." She sighed, but resigned herself to the fact that, to any man, she was probably just really a frumpy old maid.

Still, she wondered whether Orv would think she was pretty. Then she admonished herself for comparing herself to the girls on TV or wondering what Orv would think. After all, she was "just plain Kath," at least that's how she'd thought of herself for most of two decades. And as far as Orv was concerned, she whispered, "Of course he'll think you're pretty - you're his mother! All boys think their mothers are pretty." She did her level best to push what she knew were the alcohol fueled comparisons between she and the models out of her head.

In any event, traditions were traditions. Kath and Orv had kissed and hugged every night since he was old enough to hug, and her bashfulness and fear of being viewed as frumpy was not going to get in the way.

Taking a deep breath, Kath entered the hallway and padded lightly across the hall, trying (but failing) to control the wobble of her ample bosoms. Despite her best efforts, the anxiety (the thrill?) of being naked save for the nothing-nightgown, along with the motion of the fabric over wobbly boobs had her nipples stiffer than ever. She felt flushed, apprehensive, and a little weak kneed.

She was a little surprised to find his door closed, but maybe he hadn't noticed that she could go in and out of the bathroom without entering the hall and wanted to give her some privacy. She knocked softly and gently called out, "Orv, are you awake?"

She thought she heard some papers being quickly shuffled, then Orv called out, "Sure come on in - I was just doing a little more homework."

Orv had been, of course, looking at more ladies, trying to decide which ones were his favorites. He'd just found a set of shots of girls wearing tops that seemed to have been cut in half horizontally, exposing the lower half of their tits, sometimes including the edge of an areola, sometimes even part of the nipple. He did so love looking at the underside of a bosom; since that part of a boob should at least be in a bra, if not covered by a blouse, this exposure was especially erotic. Could they possibly have put on the top, thinking they were covered but not realizing how much bosom they were showing?

Others showed girls bending over, with the camera looking from behind and a little underneath. It was amazing for Orv to see their boobs hanging down beneath the cut off blouse, often with stiff nipples on display. For the moment, these were his new best friends (along, of course, with his right hand, which had found a new purpose in life). In any event, Orv had figured that once Kath knocked, he'd have a few seconds to relax, then a few more before she walked over to him. He awkwardly rearranged his stiff cock down his left PJ leg as he called out to her, figuring that, if it didn't relax, his dick might at least be less noticeable pushed down the legging.

Then he looked toward the door, and his jaw dropped. What Kath hadn't realized, since the lights were in front of her in her own bedroom, was that the hallway overhead was giving Orv an amazing backlit view of his Mom through the sheer nighty. He could see every curve and indentation, even at the junction of her legs. She had the kind of build that left an inch wide gap even between the very upper reaches of her thighs. Orv wasn't quite sure what he was seeing, but there was NO indication of NY sort of undergarment creasing her thigh, her waist, or obscuring the view in the middle. No panties??! 




Awakenings Ch. 01



Darn, thought Kath, he DOES have his light on. Well like it or not, he's probably going to see more of his old mother's body than he'd ever planned on. With that, she started toward him, raising her arms as she went, reaching out to him for a hug. 

With her arms raised like that, though, Orv could now see, in alternating fashion, the edges of her backlit boobs as they wobbled left and right, into and out of sight on either side of her body. Was she not wearing a bra??? Needless to say, his dick was NOT relaxing.

As she got nearer, the desk light began to illuminate the front of her. Oh, my god, there IS no bra - and, holey smokes, look at those nipples! And her slit! And, wow, she is a GODDESS with her hair down! Orv, it's your MOM! The eyes, look at the eyes!

Kath watched Orv's eyes taking her whole body in. She knew that he was trying to look at her face, but he kept glancing at her boobs. Did they repulse him? Was it possible that he could really like them?

[Author's note: Is it plausible that a woman who is as pretty and as well built as Kath could doubt whether a guy would like looking at her boobs?

42 years ago, while dating the lovely woman who has now been my wife for 40 years, she was truly concerned, when she first allowed me to see her naked breasts, that I might not like them - maybe they were too big, too small, to saggy, not perfectly matched! "Do you really like them?" she asked with true trepidation. Like Orv, though, it was definitely love at first sight - and every sight since! 100% true story!]

"Orv, are you alright? You're all flushed again. We'll call about the AC first thing Monday."

"I'm fine, Mom. It's just that you're... you're so beautiful! I've never seen such gorgeous ... you've never let your gorgeous hair down before! It really looks great falling down over your ... your shoulders like that!" Orv, still feeling the drink he'd had, was proud of those recoveries, but even though he kept trying to look her in the eye, her nipples were like a pair of magnets. These weren't photos in a magazine, these were real live tits. He hoped he'd remember the way those boobs slowly danced around as she crossed the room, the light pink of those nipples... The eyes, dangit! This is your MOTHER!

"Oh, Orv, that's so sweet of you to say about your old, frumpy mother." 

"You're not really old, Mom - Miss Smith is at least as old as you are, and she's got really great ... she's got a really great figure. ... At least that's what I hear the other guys saying. And you're prettier than she is."

Kath blushed as she continued to watch Orv's eyes with fascination and awe, vaguely wondering why he had not stood up for his hug. It seemed like he really did like her big swaying breasts. Her nipples got harder in spite of herself. "Oh, I bet there are lots of girls your own age at school who are prettier than me."

"No, there really aren't. And besides, I'd never get a chance to see ..." Now where is this going Orv! You can't say "to see their breasts." ".. to see them in such a pretty nighty." A decent save, not great, but decent!

"Well, I'm glad you like the nighty. It seems that Angel had a taste for - um - less modest sleepwear than your mother."

"Oh, I like it for sure! It really fits you well." Way to generate a free pass to look her up and down again, Orv. Oh, how wonderful might those naked tits feel on my body! "You could wear it anytime - if you want, I mean." Hmm - let's not press this luck too much.

"Well, I wasn't sure about wearing it into your room, but there was no better choice. And we do need to keep up our tradition of a kiss and a hug good night. 'Show the people you love that you love them every day.'" 

Orv had yet to stand up (he was definitely "up," but not ready to stand!), so Kath took pity on him and swung his chair around to hug him from the back.

BIG mistake. Orv was still shirtless, so when Kath reached around his neck and pulled herself close to him, her mammaries ended up confined between her outstretched arms and either side of his neck. Those luscious pillows were sandwiched in tightly, and the forward motion of her arms caused her nipples to turn inward as the inner sides of her boobs clung slightly to the skin of his neck. This meant that the nips were now scraping lightly along the front of each earlobe. Orv was having a very hard time thinking of anything to say - indeed thinking of anything except the way his neck, cheeks and ears felt being enveloped by those glorious breasts and wondering whether those truly were her nipples digging into his ears.

For Kath, the feeling of her tits sliding over Orv's bare skin was electric as well; she was sure that she was getting damp down there again. It was unplanned, and while she wanted it to last a little longer, she realized how awkward it was. Reluctantly, she moved her body away and ran her hands back to give him a shoulder massage.

"Why are you working so hard, Orv? You have your college acceptance and school's almost over."

"Oh, if you screw up - sorry - if your grades go bad for the last semester, they can still withdraw your acceptance. I was just doing some geometry - you know, lines intersecting circles, tangents, that kind of stuff." Orv had forgotten that it was an English paper covering the up-shirt photos, but his mind had raced back to the girl with a tan line cutting a secant across her areola, running tangent to her nipple, so the geometry analogy popped out of his mouth.

Just then, they heard the leaves on the trees outside stir in the breeze, and felt a welcome breath of air caress their warm bodies. It also caught the corner of the English paper, lifting it enough for Kath's eyes, drawn by the motion, to see some warm flesh tones on glossy paper. She could not tell what was on the page, and then the homework paper settled back down to fully cover it. 

The neck massage paused for an instant, and Orv's heart sank - busted (as it were). Had she seen the girl's leg? Maybe she didn't notice. But what would she do if she saw his REAL "homework." If this event were good for nothing else, the panic caused his dick to finally start withdrawing up his PJ leg. But Kath, while curious, felt it best to let whatever it was slide - for the moment. She'd have time tomorrow, while Orv was getting the rest of their things, to explore what was on his desk.

"Well, I think you've worked hard enough for today. Let's hug and get to bed."

Orv stood, thankful to be only semi-hard now, and approached his (amazingly sexy) Mom for their goodnight kiss and hug. A brief lip to lip kiss, soft exchanges of "I love you more than a lot," and then (both a little apprehensive) the hug. 

Ever since Orv had reached his full height, he put one arm over Kath's shoulder while the other went under her arm and to her back. The first points of contact tonight, though, were Kath's nipples. Those wonderful nubs caused lightning bolts in his body, electrifying the bare skin of Orv's abdomen, just below the rib cage; simultaneously, there were news flashes charging to Kath's brain. "Oh, my goodness," they both thought in unison. As Orv passed his arm under Kath's, there was "incidental contact" with the side of her unrestrained boob. "Oh, and that's good, too," thoughts, again, in unison. 

The hug, normally no more than a few seconds, seemed to go on for an hour, as both of them tried to take in the feeling of near naked skin against truly naked skin; to take in the sensations of Kath's boobs, soft, yet not without plenty of substance, being deformed and pressed into Orv's chest. There was real love, real security, and very real sensuality on both sides of that magical hug. And their drinks surely helped to prolong it [the hug, that is! Reader, where is your mind? Yeah, I know...]

Needless to say, there was no "semi" adjective modifying the word "hard" anymore, since Orv's tool responded in seconds to all the boob and nipple contact. With his dick still down the legging, it angled outward a bit and, given their slightly offset positions, the head lined up directly over Kath's pussy.

"Is that his PENIS?" Kath thought. "What have I done to my son? He must think badly of me, making him hard like that. Maybe he really does think I'm pretty. I hadn't meant to..." 

Meanwhile, Orv was thinking, "Oh, my god! Is this really happening? There is no way she doesn't feel my dick - or know what it is. She feels SO incredible - but she's my MOM. What must she think of me, reacting to her this way?"

Without conscious thought, Kath leaned in a little more tightly - blame it on the booze. "Oh my heavens! The head of his penis feels like a billiard ball, and the shaft like the wide end of pool cue! And it runs from my - um - my pussy (there, I thought that word!) nearly to my waist! And did it just twitch on its own?" With that, her body involuntarily shuddered.

All this was too much, and Orv let out a low moan, frantically trying, but failing, to stop another twitch. Well, dang, then let's stop at two! But at the precise moment, they heard a loud WHAM! 

The noise had from across the hall, but it was loud enough that it thankfully drowned out Orv's moan. Also thankfully, Orv had mastered the art of holding back, unlike earlier in the day. Startled, they both rotated their bodies toward the noise - but without really letting go of each other.

The result was that Orv's dick was no longer pressing into Kath's pussy and belly, although there was still some contact at the hip. A mixture of relief and regret on that point from both of them. However, the hand formerly on Kath's back had, quite accidentally, been repositioned by the rotation of their bodies so that it now rested squarely on her right boob (which was anything but "square."). With the fabric as thin as it was, there was no doubt in Orv's mind that Kath's very stiff nipple was now digging into the middle of his palm and that her wonderfully soft, round boob more than filled his large hand. His neurons worked overtime to imprint those signals on his memory before he felt he must release her.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Kath thought. "A strong man's hand is holding my bosom, the hand of a man I love!" Kath's only wish at that moment was that BOTH her boobs were being held. But then, "Kath, you pervert! It's not THAT kind of love! He's your SON!"

They awkwardly separated, both saying out loud, "Must have been the wind catching a door."

"Better take a book or two for a doorstop - the breeze does feel good."

With both of their minds reeling, they said their goodnights again, this time from a safe distance, and crawled into their beds, (Orv shedding his PJs, per usual) trying to absorb it all. There was much to sort out.

Her breast felt so ... magical! Soft but kind of firm at the same time. She's your MOTHER, Orv, you shouldn't be thinking about her body and getting an erection! But her nipple, to feel that in my palm - what if I could have felt it with my fingers? She has to know that I didn't MEAN to end up holding her bosom, doesn't she? It was an accident - the wind ... 

Orv, think about math! Oh, man, there are those concentric circles - nipples and areolas, with the tan line... 

And my penis pushing into her abdomen, how can I explain that? She got pregnant with me by that bastard Biff, so she knows SOMETHING about how a man's body reacts to seeing a basically naked woman... I sure hope she doesn't think I'm anything like Biff. Your mother! How could you let yourself get hard looking at and touching your mother!

I'll apologize in the morning, say it was my fault, say it won't happen ever again. I'll get her clothes from the apartment and she'll be back wearing her sleep bra and her heavy nightgown.

Oh, crud! Uncle Milt's collection of boob and nipple pictures is still on my desk! I'll need to hide them in the morning. All those tits, those wonderful nipples, and those erotic letters - I can't have Mom find them and throw them out.

Why is it wrong to touch myself? That was something no one ever asked at Sunday school. Evolution selects for traits that lead to the more fit individuals having more babies. It only makes sense that sex feels good, so you want to do it more and make more babies. But I don't even have a girlfriend and I sure don't want babies anytime soon. And it feels SO good. I'm okay with looking at pictures and touching myself to orgasm. How does this hurt anyone?

I need to go back to Miss Smith - I don't want to risk a bad grade. She's a good teacher and she cares about her students. And I'll try not to look down her blouse. I do like to watch her walk down the hall, though.

Miss Smith was walking toward him, and his eyes followed every bump and sway of her boobs as she strode purposefully toward him. Up went the boobs with the stride, then down they went with the footfall, producing a double boob bounce with each step. Orv felt his dick start to stir.

Orv was looking down her blouse now in spite of himself; her boobs seemed bigger than before. Maybe it was the bra - a bright red number with lacey frills that - oh my god, her nipples aren't even covered! Orv felt the sperm roiling in his balls, his dick at full attention. He looked down and saw that he was naked.

Miss Smith's blouse was off and she was lifting her boobs out of her bra. "Now Orv, define your coordinate system and tell me whether this tan line defines a tangent or a secant" she said looking down admiringly at her naked breasts. She grasped both nipples, each a chestnut brown, and pulled those stiff nubs with the ends of her fingers. She was wearing bright red nail polish. Orv's balls felt like they would explode. He had forgotten he was naked.

But Miss Smith NEVER wears nail polish. This isn't real. I must be dreaming. And if I'm dreaming, I can make this dream go the way I want it to. I want her to let me kiss her nipples. But she turned away. The light from behind showed that she was naked under the gossamer nightgown. He could see the edges of her boobs on both sides of her body; her hands were on her head. This is MY dream. Stop and turn around.

She stopped walking and he now faced her breasts. Her nipples were pink now and the nightgown was gone. He bent down and gave her right nipple a kiss. It felt amazing on his lips, on his tongue. The sperm in his balls was roiling. He heard a moan and looked up at her face.

It was Kath's face! He pauses momentarily, rolling back the sexual tension long enough to say, and truly feel, "I love you Kath," like any son would love his mother.

But just as quickly, his mouth is back on her nipple and his prick is locked and loaded. He glances up, still rolling his tongue around her nipple. Her eyes are closed, her amber hair flowing over her shoulders. "Oh, yes, suck my nipples, you know I love it when you suck my nipples! Harder, make me cum by sucking my nipples!"

There was a loud "Unngggh!" But did it come from my mouth or hers? The sperm was now flowing from his dick, spurt after wondrous spurt, soaking his sheets, coating his abdomen. 

He tried to go back to the dream, to let the orgasm play out while still sucking his mother's nipple. He succeeded for a while, but the reality soon set in. That was a dream worth remembering, he thought, as the last dribbles of sperm escaped his dick and rolled down his belly to the sheet. He reached for the tissue box.

But had there been a real noise? Was it Orv's own voice?

Kath's mind was in complete turmoil. What has happened to me since I entered this house? It's like I'm under a spell. First, there was a drink, then two more - is that what this is all about? Then there was the porn movie. First repulsed by the lesbian encounter, then turned on by the men and the way they knew how to kiss the ladies' nipples so that actually enjoyed the attention, even though they were clearly acting. Then Zhivago, with passion, calm love, and respect all rolled into one relationship.

And then there was the cathartic release of talking to Orv about how he had been conceived. She felt such a great feeling of release now that that secret was out. Maybe that had affected her mood.

And then I got naked and in my darn drunken stupor began comparing my sorry old boobies with the stars on TV. I couldn't stop my nipples from crinkling up. In my whole life, I've denied enjoying my body, and now all I want to do is touch my breasts, to rub my nipples.

And this nightgown! I want to be modest again and wear my regular sleepwear. But it felt GOOD to wear it; it FEELS so good to wear it still. I LIKE the way it tickles my nipples. Is that wrong?

And poor Orv; could he have really liked looking at what he could see of my old body through this flimsy material? His penis felt so hard and so big against my, ... my pussy. I never felt so loved as when he hugged me - the same hug we've given each other for 13 or 14 years, but this had comfort. And electricity, too!

All men are bad, that's what I've always been told, always believed. But Zhivago wasn't bad - he truly loved both women. It was Lara's fault he cheated. But she found love, real love, despite how badly her life had started. Could that happen to me? 

And Orv. Orv is sweet and polite and caring. He'd never hurt anyone. All men AREN'T bad, certainly not Orv. But what was he hiding on his desk? I need to check into that. But if it was a dirty picture, what should I do? Let him know I was snooping? What would he do if he knew I watched two women kissing each other's nipples on TV? I need to get rid of that channel.

I can still see those posters on the wall. Should I leave them up? Close your eyes and you won't see them. But the image is still in my head. He IS quite handsome. Is that man coming up the beach toward me? I shouldn't be wearing this nighty - he can see my nipples, and they're getting hard. His chest muscles aren't so big now - they look more like Orv's.

Now his arms are around me, and he holds me tight. It feels so right to be held this way. Nipples, I give up - you can stay stiff. His hand is on my left breast. Now I feel his fingers squeezing my nipple. Why am I starting to tremble and feel wet ... down there?

"I love you, Kath," I hear the man say in Orv's voice. I look up, and he is smiling a sweet, gentle smile. My body melts into his and his hard penis is pressing against me. I feel flushed, and the sensations from my nipples and the spot where he has his penis are like none I've ever felt. I'm breathing hard now, and my nipples NEED to be touched, to be kissed. 

Orv sucked my nipples when he was a baby. It made me feel warm, sort of like now. I'm holding him there now, he's small again, and I'm cradling him in my arms. I love my sweet baby.

But now he is sitting on the bed, full grown, while I stand in front of him. He's pulling with his lips on my right nipple, then my left. They feel wonderful. His penis presses harder into me. I can feel its full length now.

My body seems to be approaching some kind of peak. The sweat is pouring off me as he pulls my nipples harder and harder. The actress on the TV is saying, "Oh, yes, suck my nipples, you know I love it when you suck my nipples! Harder, make me cum by sucking my nipples!" That was from the TV, wasn't it?

Then there is a loud "Unngggh!" But did it come from the TV, or my mouth or his?

Kath wakes up with her body drenched in sweat, the sound still hanging in the air. She finds her right hand tightly holding her left nipple, her left hand balled in a fist and pressing hard into her groin. There are muscle spasmodically contracting deep inside her, in places she never knew there were muscles. 

As she moves her left had away from between her legs, it brushes her thigh and her thigh immediately feels cool, like it had been wetted. She touches another spot in her thigh and confirms - from her knuckles to the ends of her fingers, her hand is wet, very wet. Dabbing the ends of her fingers between her legs, she confirms the source, as she feels a pool of liquid run across her hip to soak the bedding. Her head is still spinning as the contractions slowly subside. What happened to me? Will I remember this feeling in the morning?