Chapter 3

She rolls her eyes and smiles a little. “What kind of bet?”

I feel her bra beneath my fingers as my face takes on the practiced look of certainty. “If just one of us doesn’t find you sexy, we’ll both go to church with you.”

She smiles warmly at my words. “Do you mean it.”

We reply together, “Yes.”

Her smile fades a little and there’s just a touch of excitement to be heard. “And if you both think I’m sexy, which isn’t going to happen, then what?”

I can’t fight the grin as my fingers start to release her bra. “If we both think your sexy, then you have to do something for me and Walt gets to record it.”

Her zipper’s all the way down and I start rubbing her warm flesh, which sends more heat through my body. “Something for you. Like what?”

I pull away and her arms fall away from the base of my back. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to win, right?”

She nods with certainty and I turn off the music. “You’re right. I’m going to win, so it doesn’t matter.”

I don’t think mom needs the reminder, but I’m not taking any chances. “You have to get completely naked, mom.”

I’m standing between her and the ebony face of Walt as she continues to look at me. Most of his face is covered by the camera, but his shaved head can’t be missed. I don’t need to see all of his face to know just how excited he is to reach this point.

Mom rolls her eyes with a little flair and there’s no hint of defensiveness in her voice. “I know what naked means, Hanson.”

She starts to press the black away from her pale flesh and I can see where the straps from the bra were digging in. Mom wasn’t interested in taking things slowly, which is something I never asked for. I don’t mind just how quickly the lines on her tits appear, any more than I mind seeing her brown nipples standing out against the white.

I already had a good idea how big they were when I went hunting for sexy clothes. Mom’s somewhere between a b and c in cup size, since she wears both. Regardless of size, they look incredible dangling the way they are. Were her nipples hard when we were dancing? If they were, I couldn’t feel them.

Mom stopped lowering her dress right beneath her tits and looking at me. She’s waiting for me to tell her I’ve seen enough, but my dick’s eager to come out to play. Just a little longer and I’ll be free of these pants that didn’t start out this tight.

She sighs as her dress continues down and start to see some brown hairs sticking out over the black. I don’t need to look up to know the camera’s pointed right at her ass. Mom takes a deep breath as her fingers press down to reveal the full bush hiding her pussy from me. A full bush isn’t my thing, but not enough to get me to say anything other than what’s already going to be said.