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*We actually have no confirmation that she writes naked, but it’s extremely satisfying to imagine that she does, isn’t it? Maybe there’s a story in it.
An excerpt from Tales of a Topless Mom by Britney Victoria Tyson
Jake’s phone buzzed in his pocket during his afternoon lecture. He glanced around-the professor was droning on about something he wasn’t paying attention to-and pulled it out under the desk.
Janice Carter accepted your follow request.
His stomach flipped.
He hadn’t expected her to actually accept. He’d found her Instagram by accident, scrolling through Alex’s tagged photos late last night when he couldn’t sleep.
There she was, Janice, Alex’s mom’s best friend, the woman who lounged around their backyard topless like it was nothing. The woman whose body had starred in more than a few of his late-night fantasies.
And now she’d let him in.
Jake’s thumb hovered over her profile. His pulse kicked up as he tapped it.
The first photo was innocent enough-Janice at a beach, sunglasses perched on her nose, a cocktail in hand.
But then he swiped.
And swiped.
And swiped.
Bikinis. Lingerie. Tasteful, but undeniably sexy. A black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve. A red two-piece that barely contained her full breasts. A sheer robe with nothing underneath, the caption reading “Casual Sunday.”
Jake’s mouth went dry.
He’d seen her naked in real life-more than naked, completely bare and unashamed-but this was different.
These were posed. These were for someone.
And now, they were for him.
The knowing thought that he had seen what’s under all of these sexy outfits just made it hotter, he looked at the number of likes on her pictures, 300, 400 some over 500, and unlike all of these desperate followers, he had seen her topless.
Before he could stop himself, he started liking them. Not just one. Not just two. All of them.
The bikinis. The lingerie. The robe. His thumb moved on autopilot, his cock already stiffening in his jeans.
Then…
A notification.
Janice Carter sent you a message.
Jake’s breath caught.
He tapped it.
“I see you’ve been enjoying my photos, Jake.”
His face burned. Fuck. He hadn’t even thought about how obvious it was, liking every single one.
Before he could panic, another message popped up.
“If you like them that much, maybe you should come see them in person.”
Jake’s heart stopped.
Was she serious?
A third message. An address.
“‘I’ll be home all afternoon, maybe I can give you a private show of everything you’ve liked.”
This was insane. This was dangerous. Janice was, what, twice his age? His best friend’s mom’s best friend? Someone who’d he’d first seen as kid.
And yet here he was, driving to her house with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.
What if this was a mistake? What if she was just messing with him? What if he showed up and she laughed in his face?
But then he remembered the way she’d looked at him by the pool that day the way her eyes had lingered just a little too long, the way she’d known exactly what he was thinking.
She wasn’t joking.
He wondered if Britney knew of this plan, had they both conspired to make this happen? Had they talked about it? They couldn’t have, this only happened after Jake had sent the follow request.
Maybe this had just accelerated it, Janice was single to the best of Jake’s knowledge, it was clear that both Janice and Britney liked teasing him and making him uncomfortable, and then recently the sense that they wanted him to look, and now just maybe he wondered if there was an invitation for more.
Jake imagined the conversations on the patio between the two of them, had Britney encouraged Janice to make a move, go and get laid? That thought just made Jake’s cock even harder.
He pulled up to her house-a sleek, modern place with a neatly manicured lawn-and killed the engine. His palms were damp. His pulse roared in his ears.
What the hell was he doing?
He knocked before he could chicken out.
The door swung open, Janice stood there, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She smiled, slow, knowing-and stepped aside.
“Come in, Jake.”
The living room was dim, the curtains half-drawn, the air scented with something floral and expensive. Janice gestured to an armchair.
“Sit.”
Jake obeyed, his throat tight.
Janice smirked. “I’ll be right back.”
Then she disappeared down the hallway.
Jake’s knee bounced. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair. What was happening? Where was she going?
Then she reappeared.
And the robe was gone.
Instead, she wore the black lace bodysuit from her Instagram-the one that clung to every inch of her, the one that left nothing to the imagination.
The neckline plunged between her breasts, the fabric sheer enough that he could see the dusky shadow of her areolas beneath it.
Jake’s mouth went dry.
“You liked this one, didn’t you?” Janice purred, turning in a slow circle.
Jake couldn’t speak. He just nodded, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.
Janice laughed, a low, throaty sound-and sauntered back down the hall.
She returned moments later in the red bikini, the one that barely covered her. The strings were tied so tight they dug into her hips, the fabric straining over her full breasts, the edges of both areolas clearly visible, her stiff nipples poking the fabric.
“What about this one?”
Jake’s breath hitched. “Fuck.”
“Yes Jake, I sincerely hope that you do….”
To find out what happens to Jake, read the full story on Busty von Tease’s Substack. If you’re more interested in Busty than her stories, you can get your fill at her OnlyFans. And you should follow her on Twitter @Busty_von_Tease for free tits galore and updates on her blossoming writing career.
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