I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

"My mom's spoiled and a little arrogant, but she doesn't mean any harm." "Doesn't mean any harm?" I shot back, "What if one day, she kills your children with her own two hands?"

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

I could easily see down Mom's top. Oh god, she was so beautiful. Her breasts were exposed to me in her loose, comfy shirt, almost as nice a view as if she were naked. I could see that they have a cute little upturn, and they are so firm and gorgeous looking. At that Moment I was harder than i had ever been in my life. It hurt. And I was pretty sure that I was getting case of blue balls. But naturally, I don't stop looking down Moms shirt, and then I notice her shiver a little.

Mom was looking at my butt when I did. As I returned to the den, I felt like I was walking through thick fog. Honestly, I cannot recall ever looking at my mother's breasts before that. Oh, I was aware she had larger breasts than most women. What had my mind reeling was that my mother had looked hot and horny, the way Lorna looked when she had me alone and wanted me to fuck her.

But yeah, I admit, I was taking a moment to admire them. "Oh!" my mom exclaimed suddenly, noticing me standing there. Her eyes had lifted, and our gazes locked through the mirror. Her arms reflexively came up, covering her nipples. Her breasts were too big and she was too small to hide them completely. The swells made round crescents that extended to either side of her arms. "Didn't mean to scare you, mom," I said, taking a step closer. Her face started turning red again. She shook her head, "You didn't... I just, wasn't ready."

“What is this?" I quickly stepped back, clutching the fabric of my shirt. “Mom!” I exclaimed, my voice betraying my nervousness. Her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. My mind raced, heat rising to my cheeks as I realized what she’d noticed—a faint but unmistakable mark on my skin, left by Ezekiel. “It’s… it’s just a bug bite,” I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant, though my voice wavered. Mom didn’t say a word, but her silence was heavy, her eyes scanning me with a sharpness that made me feel utterly exposed.

It was clear she didn’t want me to stop. But the whole time, I couldn’t help myself. I kept imagining those were Beverly’s breasts instead, those perfect, round, busty tits I’d seen straining against her tank top on the day I moved in, with those beautiful pointy nipples poking through the fabric. I fantasized about doing this exact same thing to her, sucking harder, making her moan my name instead. The forbidden thought made me even rougher with her mom.

Anna said and sat whispered something to my mom’s ears. I shot them a bizarre look and furrowed my eyebrows, trying to denote what they were saying. “Hey, I do not appreciate the mumbles, say whatever out.” I said crossly, folding my arms against each other and staring at them. “Calm down sweetheart, we wanted it to be a surprise.” My mom whispered as she came clsoer to be from behind, wrapping her hands around my boobs and playing with them. “Your breasts are very soft and warm.”

Instead I saw my stepmom's steaming hot gap. It all happened so fast as my wide eyes were helplessly drawn downward to the busty sight of my stepmother's curvy ivory figure in the morning light. Between and below her hanging big breasts I saw the square shape of my stepmom's thick bush which crowned her mound right in front of me. My jaw dropped as my heart fluttered in panic and excitement. I had seen naked tits before in real life, but never before had I seen honest to goodness real pussy. Lips or no lips, bush counted in my book. The only problem was that it belonged to my stepmom.

He was right there too, on the other side of the king-sized bed. Just then, my mom's nose twitched like in Bewitched as the alarm sounded. She rose up to stretch, the covers fell back, and I had my first glimpse of mom in a nightgown. I had never so much as looked at a Playboy in my time. Today, though, 14 days past my 18th birthday, I saw my mom's boobs and they could've been in a Playboy centerfold! She bent down to grab the covers to get out, which briefly gave me a view inside mom's nightie. We're talking nipples and all. As he looked me over suspiciously, I could barely conceal under my cotton gym shorts my growing 'interest in mom'. The prospect of helping her out now kind of appealed