I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

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.

When Mike reopened his eyes, he was greeted by a sight that sent an instant jolt of life to his semi-erect dick. Kneeling beside him on the bed, his mother had let her robe fall completely open, exposing her spectacular boobs in all their jutting, jiggling glory. Her nipples were long and hard, a slightly darker shade of pink than her puffed out, soft-looking, suckable areolas. "Oh my god, Mom! You're so beautiful! Your t-t-ti... Uhm, your breasts... They're awesome!"

I'm too young to try and figure out all these women. It was just mom in the kitchen, in her 'mom robe', tightly cinched. Not good. I dumped myself in a chair and she brought over food. Leaning over, her robe opened and I got a nice view of her cute little breasts. An older version of my sister's. Her nipples were rock hard, like Molly's when she was masturbating. She stayed leaning over and the view remained. I just stared at my mother's tits. "Mornin baby, you sleep well?"

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.