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??!