So, she was naked underneath it, he thought erotically to himself as his stiffness lurched again and he nearly dropped the wine bottle. "Are you having a hard time?" she asked from across the room. "Uh, no, it, the, cork, is, uh, just a little stiff," he muttered, wondering if her pun had been by accident. "Need some help, Hon," she asked him, turning slightly and erotically so that her robe ballooned open ever wider. "Uh, No, uh, Mom," he gulped, trying to keep his eyes glued on her big, swollen erotic breast and uncork the bottle both at the same time. He could see almost all of her big, white breast all the way down to the ring of dark erotic, mysterious flesh surrounding her nipple.
Straining to see more, he couldn't quite make out her nipple. "I sure am getting thirsty," she said at last. Tearing his eyes away from her breast, he looked up to see that she had been watching him. He blushed almost purple as he realized that she had known he was watching and did nothing to stop him. "Do you find my breasts interesting?" she said, finally raising up and pulling her robe together.