"Don't hide it," she said softly.

"You saw everything, didn't you?" he said with a croaking voice.

"Yes, and it was beautiful, honey. It really was."

He blushed again. She was tantalized by his youthfulness. He was half boy and half man, but the heavy trunk of his cock now lying on his thigh looked about as full grown as it would ever get. It was the cock of a man, wet with his jism and still occasionally twitching.

She had a strong desire to put a hand on his cock, but she held herself back.

"I'm going to take off my clothes," she said. "It's not fair that you're naked and I'm dressed, is it?"

"Jesus!" he breathed.

Chuckling, Maureen began undoing the row of buttons that ran down the front of her dress from neckline, to hem. She rose up to stand before him, delighted by the hungry look in his eyes, and slowly peeled the dress off her body.

"Do you like my body?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Christ, yeah!" he breathed, his eyes moving back and forth between her heavy bra encased tits and the bulge of her cunt bush still hidden by her panties.

With a deft motion, she unhooked her bra and slipped it off her bobbing tits.

A groan of pure joy gargled put of his throat. She remained motionless, letting his eyes feast on her fruity tits, then she cupped her hands under her tits and playfully pointed her thick dark nipples at him.

"You like tits, huh?"

"Jesus, what a pair!" he hissed.

"Better than the girls in that magazine?"

"Shit," he growled. "Those are just pictures. I've been dreaming about your tits ever since you came to live with us."

She laughed. The ice was broken now and she felt more at ease. Her eyes fixed on his cock, she toyed with her nipples and smiled.

"You'll have to promise to keep this a secret," she said. "We'll have a heap of trouble if anyone finds out. Do you promise?"