I stayed frozen on the carpet, my eyes locked on my mother as she continued rubbing the oil over her massive breasts.
Her hands moved in slow, circular motions, spreading the clear liquid across her pale skin until it gleamed under the light. The oil made her heavy tits look even fuller and more obscene, the way they shifted and jiggled with every movement of her fingers.
She pressed them together sometimes, letting the oil run down the deep valley between them before working it in again. It was clear she had done this before. There was nothing awkward in how she touched herself.
Max and Ethan both chuckled as they watched her. The sound was low and casual, like they were enjoying a show they had seen many times.
"Look at that," Ethan said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "She really knows how to make them shine."
Max leaned back slightly on the bed, his eyes fixed on mom's glistening chest. "Make sure you are oiled up properly."
My cock twitched hard in my pants. I could feel it growing thicker against my thigh as I watched my mother's hands glide over her own breasts. The oil made her skin look wet and slippery, and every time she lifted her tits slightly, they bounced before settling back down. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but it was getting difficult.
Mom didn't say anything. She just kept working the oil into her skin with steady, practiced movements. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading until both her breasts were completely coated. A few drops of oil slid down her stomach, leaving shiny trails on her skin. She seemed completely focused on the task, like this was just another part of her duties.
After a while, she wiped her hands on her thighs and shifted forward. She lifted herself up from her heels and straightened onto her knees. The short hem of her maid dress rode up immediately, exposing the full curve of her ass from behind.
The black thong panties she wore did almost nothing to cover her. The thin string disappeared between her round cheeks, leaving most of her ass completely bare. Her skin looked smooth and pale, and the way she was kneeling made her cheeks spread slightly, showing more than she probably realized.
She moved closer to Max, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, she lifted her heavy, oiled breasts with both hands from underneath and settled them onto his thighs. The slick warmth of her skin pressed against him, and I could almost imagine how it must have felt, soft, slippery, and hot from the oil.
Max let out a low sound of approval.
"Fuck… it's so slippery and warm," he said, his voice casual but clearly pleased. "Her tits feel even better when they're like this."
Mom didn't respond with words. She simply adjusted her position, scooting a little closer until Max's thick cock was resting between her glistening breasts. She pressed them together slowly, trapping his length between the soft, oiled flesh. Her milky white tits yielded under the pressure, completely enveloping his cock until only the swollen head peeked out from the top.
She started moving.
Her hands stayed on the sides of her breasts as she lifted them up and then let them slide back down along his shaft. The oil made the movement smooth and wet, creating soft, slick sounds every time her tits moved.
Max's cock disappeared and reappeared between them with each stroke, the head pushing up through her cleavage before sinking back down again. Her breasts jiggled and shifted with the motion, the oil catching the light and making everything look even more lewd.
Max watched her with a satisfied expression, one hand resting lightly on top of her head.
"She's gotten really good at this," he said, glancing over at Ethan. "The first few times she was nervous, kept stopping to ask if she was doing it right. Now she just goes at it like she knows exactly what I like."
Ethan nodded, his eyes also fixed on the scene. "Yeah. She knows how to keep them nice and tight around it. She came a long way."
Mom kept moving her breasts up and down Max's cock in a steady rhythm. Every time she pushed upward, her oiled tits squeezed around him, and the head of his cock would emerge from between them, shiny and swollen. When she let them drop back down, they swallowed him completely again. The oil made everything glide easily, and the wet sounds grew louder as she continued.
I sat there on the carpet, my own cock now fully hard and straining against my pants. I couldn't look away. Watching my mother use her breasts like this made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of shame and arousal. She looked so focused, like she was genuinely trying to please him. There was no hesitation in her movements anymore.
Max let out a quiet breath and gently pushed some of her hair back from her face with his free hand.
"Faster a little," he said.
Mom adjusted her pace without complaint, moving her tits quicker along his length. Her breasts bounced more noticeably now, the heavy globes jiggling with every stroke. The oil had started to drip down onto Max's thighs and onto the bed, but she didn't seem to care. She just kept working, pressing her soft, slippery flesh tightly around his cock.
Mom kept working her oil slicked breasts up and down Max's cock in steady strokes, her hands pressing the heavy, glistening globes together so the thick shaft stayed trapped between them.
The clear oil made her pale skin shine and slip easily along his length, the wet sound of flesh sliding on flesh filling the room each time she pushed down and the swollen head poked out from the top of her cleavage before vanishing again on the way up.
Her nipples were stiff and dark against the shiny mess covering her tits, and every few strokes a thin thread of oil and pre-cum stretched between her skin and his cock before breaking. I sat a few feet away on the carpet, watching the way her breasts moved, the soft weight of them bouncing slightly with her rhythm, the way she kept her back straight even while on her knees.
My cock was already hard and straining against my pants, but i didn't move, just swallowed and kept my eyes on my mother's hands and tits working for my friend.
Ethan gave a light tap on my shoulder. I turned my head slowly, still half lost in the sight in front of me. Ethan leaned in a little, voice low and casual. "Isn't she a pervert like this?"
To be continued...
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