I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

I was still getting used to the idea my mother was jerking me off. I felt my knees want to buckle as mom's other hand reached up and tugged at the belt to her robe. I couldn't believe what she was doing as the two folds separated in front of my eyes. The expanse of skin flooded my vision as her breasts came into view. "Oh my god," I groaned; her breasts were fantastic. The twin globes stood proud on her chest, full and round. They looked so soft, and my hands ached to reach down and touch them. I could see them rise and fall with her labored breathing as she smiled at the sensation of my cock stiffening even more in her grip.

I asked, curiously. Mom's not-so-subtle eye signal to my butt had me recoiling in horror. "Oh, please don't tell me that I have part of my ass on my face." I swallowed down the revulsion. Mom giggled in genuine amusement as I let out an embarrassed groan. "Not on your face but your neck ... see?" Mom pointed it out, so I tiled my head to the side to investigate. "It's bad enough that Dad saw my boobs, let alone, shaved skin from my bare ass," I mumbled, mortified.

"These what you want to see?" "Goddamn." Craig whistled. "Mom, your tits are amazing." "Hmm, that's another thing that should be so bad but sounds so good." Mom took a step towards him, still holding her breasts, her thumbs now sliding across her swollen nipples, her blue nails teasing her pink flesh.

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."

Today was a Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Julian holding onto a large photo album. He acted casually, slipping through the door crack and sat on the couch. It was as if he had forgotten that he had called me to beg for his forgiveness the last time he was here. Julian flipped open the photo album and pulled me over. "Look, Mommy—this was when I was still in your tummy! And this was when I was just born! Aren't I cute? Grandma said I was the cutest baby in the entire hospital!"

How come he did not seem like? He knew it was all because of his kids. The previous day, he had been so cold but seeing his kids made him so happy. " I… I.. didn't want to bother you and… ah!" She gasped as he loosed her straps which brought out her boobs. He slowly touched them while looking at her. Right! He knew it! She wanted it also. If she didn't, he would have pushed her. Before she knew it, he had began to kiss her so hard and took his mouth off while he began to feast on her boobs.

"Sophia, how do I look?" Mom came out from the dressing room and asked me . She wore a short gown and with a huge opening at the back of the dress. "Mom, I don't think you can wear this". I turned and politely asked her to walk back to the dressing room and changed, because I wouldn't want anyone coming out and seeing what was happening.. She changed the dress but the next one was as showing as the first one. Does she want everyone at the mall begin to question her upbringing when they finally realise our relationship ?..

I look at my mother to make sure what I heard is true, and when I see her face full of tears, I immediately release her hands. "What do you mean she's not my real mother?" "My love, I…" I interrupt her before she can continue. I feel so much resentment towards my parents at this moment that I don't want to hear anything they have to say. I hate knowing that this woman is not my real mother and that only Rachel and Brianna are her real daughters.

Frustrated and aroused, I ducked my head and bit the soft underside of her breast, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make a point. “Ow! Okay, fine!” She shoved at my head, rubbing the spot. “God, you’re a brute. I went into my mom’s room this morning. She was… busy.” “Busy how?” I asked, resuming a softer suckle on the offended nipple. “She was on her bed. Naked. With her favorite vibrator.” I stopped, lifting my head. “No shit?” “No shit. I just stood in the doorway and watched. She likes to… um… suck on her own tits while she does it. Like me.”