I was thirteen when dad remarried a really nice woman I'll call Carol. I liked everything about her almost immediately. Actually I probably liked her a little too much if you know what I mean. Dad had full custody of me because mom had a drug problem. Carol has a great figure and likes to wear blouses with buttons and then she always has one button too many undone. She also rarely wears a bra. There were many many times when I would try to look down her blouse and I could always see some tit and sometimes the nipple and dark circle also. Carol never said anything to me and I know she saw me looking lots of times. Many a night I saw those tits in my minds eye and jerked off thinking about feeling her up and playing with her nipples.
Now, we jump ahead to when I had just turned eighteen. Carol cooked us a great dinner and then she and dad each gave me a nice gift. Unfortunately, dad had to go back to work or the three of us would have watched an action movie together. Carol was in the living room with the TV on when she called for me to join her. When I went in she turned off the TV. and motioned for me to sit by her on the couch. It was impossible not to notice that at this moment she had even another button undone and half of her left tit was out. I'll never forget this.
Carol said to me, "Tommy, you've been trying to get a good look at them since you were thirteen and now you are an adult." She then said, "here's another birthday gift." With that she undoes the final button of the blouse and takes off the blouse completely. Both beautiful tits are pointing right at me with their big circles around each nipple. Carol tells me to get right next to her and to feel her up. I started squeezing each tit while also feeling myself getting hard. Next, she tells me to play with her nipples which I eagerly do. She tells me to suck one and then the other. I'm in heaven at this point and my penis hurts because it is contained by my pants. As if reading my mind Carol says, "are you hard yet?" I just nod. She tells me to open my pants and to lie back on the couch. She pulls my pants and undies down even further and says, "I want to watch you jerk yourself off." That's just what I did and as I was doing it Carol pulled up my shirt bottom to my chest. When I came I shot it all over my hand and on my belly. Carol got paper towels and wiped me off. She then said, "now get dressed."
This happened on my eighteenth birthday which was two weeks ago. Nothing has happened since then and I don't think anything ever will. Carol continues to dress provocatively and I continue to look and then jerk off.