I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

A well-dressed woman in the next seat overheard and leaned over. "You're Professor Lillian Doyle, right? The micro-expression expert who's always on TV? I've heard so much about you!" Her eyes lit up. "Your analysis is amazing. Nothing gets past you." "Thank you." Mom smiled modestly and lifted her chin. Floating above them, I gave a silent, bitter smile. Mom... This time, you were dead wrong. I suddenly remembered being little, before Mom became world-famous. Back then, her eyes held nothing but love for me.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

The only thing keeping them going was the need to clear my name. I was not a liar. I was a good kid. When the relatives saw them, they immediately crowded around. “How’s Anna? Where is she? Why didn’t she come back with you?” “It was just a fishbone, right? They took it out, right? There’s no reason for her to sulk any longer!” Mom dropped to her knees in front of everyone and told them I was dead. As she spoke, she slapped herself.

I was in the garden, kneeling against the floor as I watered the hibiscus, a smile making its way to my lips as I hummed. My mother’s favorite flowers was hibiscus, I remember my father getting her lots of it whenever he could and now, watering the same flowers only brought me nothing but joy. I tucked a strand of hair that fell to my forehead behind my ear, wiping my face with my other hand, leaning back lightly to admire the work I just did.

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't seen my mother naked since I was a little girl and I didn't really remember what she looked like. But there she stood, red hair like mine, but she kept it short. She had the same full breasts and I could also see that her pussy was shaved. I could actually see the pink line separating her pussy lips from where I was. I watched as my mother took a bow as everyone applauded again. Then she was helped down off the platform and she walked over to the bench.

My mother was only in her mid-forties and spent about as much time on her image and body as any of my lovers. The result was she still had a smoking hot body, and even though they were implants, her tits looked amazing. I ogled her body for a few seconds before shaking my head. "Mum, we can't," I repeated.

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

Miriam would gesture for me to accept them, saying it was about being a good neighbor. Reluctantly, I took them, though I shoved the dresses and jewelry into a box. Once I was gone, Miriam could return them to Margaret. Sometimes, she would try to make small talk with me, her tone careful and hesitant. "How are your parents, Serena?" The memories of my parents were blurry and distant in my mind. "My mom used to braid my hair into cute little pigtails, and my dad would always bring me something delicious after work," I said after a moment.

Just as I had expected my mom's friends are all here, at least the ones I can remember. “Oh Ivy look how grown you've become, just take a look at those big boobs of yours” one of them exclaims and I immediately start to feel uncomfortable. This is one of the many reasons why I don't like them at all. “Oh stop it, those little things” mom says and they all laugh. What a great way to boost my body image mom. “Where's your husband?” One asks, the one I know to be Velma. “Oh he's right outside his G-wagon” mom says not missing the opportunity to brag.