Letting go of neck, Mrs. Dylan then opened her legs and freed her boy. She pushed him gently and he fell off of her, collapsing onto the floor at her feet.
“What have you learned boy?” she asked quietly.
A weak voice answered, “To answer immediately when you ask me a question, Ma’am. And to do what you tell me to do.”
“And what did I say about you diddling yourself, boy?”
“Nothing without your approval, Ma’am,” he said.
“Good boy,” she replied.
Mrs. Dylan pushed herself up with a loud grunt. The older she was getting, the harder it was for her to move her bulk from a sitting to a standing position without grunting. She stepped around Jeremy and moved to the trainer’s table on the other side of the room.
“Get up and come here,” she said as stood by the table.
Jeremy pushed himself up to a standing position. He pulled his shorts back up over his stinging butt. As he moved towards her, Mrs. Dylan opened the cabinet on top of the dresser and pulled out a plastic bottle of scented rubbing oil. She turned and faced him.
“Now we are going to do what I originally intended we do before you forced me to deal with your flippant, rude behaviour.”
She handed him the bottle. Mrs. Dylan then reached down and grasped her tank top and slowly pulled it up and over her head. She caught a quick glance of Jeremy staring incredulously at her as first her belly and then her breasts were exposed to him. The kid’s mouth was hanging open. She handed her tank top to him.
“Hang this up on the hook beside the dresser,” she instructed him. “And close your mouth. You look ridiculous.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he stammered. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her body. Her breasts flowed off her large stomach and rested on each side of it. They were big and soft. Her small, pink nipples poked out of her light brown areola. Jeremy wasn’t sure but he thought they were erect. What he did know for sure was that he was erect. He felt his erection throbbing and straining against his shorts. Again, he was relieved his boner was hidden by his t-shirt. He broke his gaze on her breasts and belly with immense effort. He placed the lotion bottle on the dresser. Moving to his left he took her tank top and hung it on the hook. As he turned back, he saw Mrs. Dylan stepping out of her cargo pants.
“Be a dear and hang these up too,” she said. She lifted her left foot out of her cargo pants and then stepped on them as she put her left foot down. With the cargo pants pinned to the floor she lifted her right foot out as well. She then flipped them towards Jeremy with her foot. He was in awe at the size of her firm legs. Each of her legs was bigger than his own torso he thought. Mrs. Dylan then turned towards the trainer’s table and hoisted herself up onto it with another grunting effort. She manoeuvred herself around on the table until she was laying on her stomach. She fit length ways onto the table but Jeremy could see her huge body hung over the sides of the table. Her massive butt seemed to rise up from her body like a small mountain. He was gobsmacked. He bent over and picked up her cargo pants and hung them with her tank top. Turning back to face Mrs. Dylan he could see she was resting her head on her forearms which were folded under her head. She was looking at him with an amused look on her face.
“Like what you see, boy?”
“Yes,” he said quietly.
“Good,” she replied. “Now take off your clothes.”
Jeremy knew she’d see his erection. He felt embarrassed. He slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the side.
“Hang it up,” Mrs. Dylan commanded. “My home is not your pig pen.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
She could see him trying to block her view of that very noticeable bulge in his shorts. He picked up his t-shirt and turned to hang it on the hook next to the one Mrs. Dylan’s clothes were hanging. With his back to her, he pulled down his shorts. His ass was a crimson red from his spanking. Mrs. Dylan admired her work with satisfaction. What a nice, slim, firm ass he has she thought. She had plans for that ass of his.
“Hurry up, boy. I don’t have all day.”