A Widow's Comfort Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Widow's Comfort Ch. 02

... chuckled.

"A cheerleader's uniform?" I asked.

She giggled and blushed. "Something like that," she said.

I held it up, grinned, and said, "Oh yeah, this'll do."

"Well," she said, the blush spreading and fading but still there, "if you can stand seeing your old Mom half naked, I'll need your help with this."

She handed me the thing lying on the bed.

I held it up and immediately recognized it as a long-line, strapless bra.

I smiled and an interesting set of images streaked through my mind, quick as hummingbirds, just there for a part of a second and then gone as quickly. There was Margie, a girl I dated, and bedded, for a while who had favored that kind of bra. There were my fingers working on the dozen little hooks that held the damn thing on. Suddenly, there were soft rolls of fat white skin bulging from the top and bottom of the thing and I realized it was Mom's skin.

It was one hell of a garment. I imagined it must have been special-ordered to handle Mom's boobs. I couldn't resist peeking and the tag said 48JJ. The part that would wrap around her body was a clean foot and a half long, and the complicated underwire supports were embedded in a very white, lacy material.

"Okay, shirt off," I said, smiling.

She giggled just a little and did that two-arms-crossed-in-front thing only a woman can pull off, but thatany woman can pull off whether she weighs 90 pounds or 290, and peeled off her T-shirt.

I suppose I had realized that she had no bra on. ...

... This was one of her "around-the-house" T-shirts and she had cut the neck with scissors, just a cut to keep it from being too tight around her third chin. If I had thought about it I would have realized she had thrown it on after doing her makeup just so she wouldn't be, well, topless.

Okay, I looked. I looked every time I had the chance. Those immense breasts, lying on her belly, had that effect on me. They were pale, and blue-veined, with a couple of raised veins that seemed to feed very small areolas and nipples.

I turned her around, wrapped the bra around her, pulled it to me, and got the first two hooks hooked before I worked it up and then adjusted her breasts to lay on the underwire framework, not so much supported as displayed.

I got the remaining dozen hooks hooked, there were a total of 14 by my actual count, and then gave the bra a few twists to get everything centered and her breasts pointing the right way.

"Thanks, Honey," she said, "now shoo while mom finishes getting dressed."

So I shooed. I went into the front room and started killing evil mechs in myTitanfall II game.

"Well," she said from the doorway, breaking my concentration.

"Oh myyyyyyyyyyyyy," I said, theatrically letting my controller drop, leaving my teammates to their own devices as I stood and walked to her.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," I said.

And she did.

The yellow outfit, the word "costume" was in my mind, set off her oversized figure perfectly. At her throat, the ...