I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

"My hands can't even cover them." I flinched. I watched as Mom threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "So good. Leo, suck them." She thrust her white breasts forward, offering her chest to her mate's lips. Her mate sucked one side and he moved to the other, while his palms slapped her full breasts. Mom was an E-cup, full, womanly, and voluptuous. My hands instinctively went to my own chest. I looked down at my breasts. They were small. B-cups. Perky, yes, but they looked like a teenager's body compared to hers.

, my mom turned to me with her eyebrows raised. I stood up and took off my hoodie in front of them. It was like a shock, my mom’s husband looked away almost immediately. I turned around and my bare back was on display. Clear enough for them to see. I held my breasts with my hands and stood like a statue as my mom trailed her fingers on my skin.

Lauren looked bemused at her mother's beautiful brown eyes. The woman was not that old after all. Leslie smiled and unbuttoned her white blouse. Lauren kept staring at her mother. The woman took off her blouse, and then she unhook her bra strap. The girl saw her mom's big breasts and those pink nipples glowed before her eyes. "Are mom's boobs beautiful, Lauren? Come on, you can touch them." "No, I cant', mom. That's insane," said Lauren as she gazed at those big melons.

“Your breasts are getting bigger.” My eyes widened at her casual observation. What?

I said softly, “ Mom, she wants to do this. She wants me. She wants us.” My mom's eyes flickered from my second statement as she said, “ But you are mine. No one's else.” I smiled, I didn't say a word as I moved and sat on Lisa's face. She let out a groan from shock, “ Arg! Fucking hell.” I didn't say a word, I just laughed as I moved my hands on her boobs and stroked the nipples with the words, “ They're so suckable.” My mom dove for her nipples, pulling them as she placed her lips over them and began sucking it as she let out a groan, “ They are so fuckin good.”

Standing near her bedroom door, I peek in and see mom lying on her bed, naked. Holy shit! She has her knees pulled up, her legs spread wide apart and she's working a light blue vibrator in and out of her pussy. From where I'm standing I can only see the side of the TV, not the screen, but the moans and the grunts sound like a p**n film of a man with two women. I move back a little until I can see my mom from the neck down but she can't see me. She obviously wasn't expecting me home today! I was already horny and my cock immediately responds to the sight of my mom masturbating with a vibrator.

I rushed to her bathroom to get her pain killers. “ Damien!!!!!”. I shouted “ Mom keep it down”. Lisa groaned as I came out of the bathroom. “ Sorry honey, how do you feel? What do you want to eat? Should I get you hot chocolate?.” “ What happened mom”? He asked as he came panting into the room. “ What happened to Lisa?. “ She got her periods “. I stated. “ Oh my God”. He shouted, panicking, and running down the stairs. “ Dad!!! Lisa's got her periods, do we still have her snacks in the house?”.. he yelled.

And just when I managed to get pregnant again, Josh found an excuse to beat me until I lost the baby. That woman was to blame. I walked back from the balcony into my bedroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I did not look like a 30-year-old woman anymore. Wrinkles lined my face, and my complexion was so pale it looked like I was anemic. The aroma of chicken broth wafted through the air, followed by the sound of the front door opening. “Mom, it smells amazing.” I quickly went to greet him. I took his luggage and coat with a smile. “Honey, you’re finally back!” I chirped.

After that, Grandma seemed to come back to life. She kept the yard spotless and fattened Buddy up considerably. But on some nights, she still stared at the moon and cried quietly. I knew she was thinking of me. Days passed peacefully like this. Things weren't so peaceful for Mom and Dad, though. Mom swung between madness and clarity. When she was lucid, she hurt herself. By now, her wrists were already scarred beyond recognition. When she lost her mind, she acted like Owen and me were still there.

My chest felt warm, steady. *** Two years later, news about Zoey popped up. After getting out of prison, she'd become the mistress of a wealthy man in his sixties. His wife had her dragged out and beaten in the street. The video spread fast across local social media. I paused on it for two seconds. Then I swiped away, calm. Another year passed. My mom got out of prison. She had breast cancer. The surgery cost twenty thousand dollars. Sick and shaking, she showed up outside the Brighton estate, begging to see me. Security tried to escort her away more than once, but she wouldn't leave.