Mom’s Tits

My Mom really handicapped me when I was just 18. Mom was a single Mom at that point, and for her age she looked incredible. She measured in at 38-24-36, and what captured my eye was those huge tits.

She wasn’t really shy about them. I’ve met women that are, but Mom seemingly didn’t really care if anyone looked, including me. She’d not usually say anything about it, but she’d not changed the way she dressed either. I know she caught me looking on more than one occasion, but she just sighed and went back to whatever she was going at the time.

Her wardrobe at home was mostly t-shirts and shorts, with the occasional bikini top thrown in when she was working in the garden. I loved those days. She’d be out there looking around at the plants and all of a sudden she’d bend over, giving me a great shot of her incredible cleavage. Sometimes she’d not wear a bra around the house, and those days caused me to have eyestrain. I’d watch those tits bounce, those hard nipples still standing up straight and hard. Every now and then she’d do the dishes by hand, and I got wet t-shirt contests on those days.

In other words she was making me completely crazy. I did my best not to get noticed, and she didn’t seem to think it was something to worry about. I was good with that. I was your typical horny 18 year old, and I stored up those mental image of her tits for my nightly jerk off sessions.

One night I had an idea. Mom never failed to close her door when she went to bed. It was almost a signal every night. I heard her moving around the house and an idea came to mind.

I knew our house and the grounds around it well. It hit me then. Mom didn’t usually shut her drapes. We were far away from most places in town, so she probably didn’t think she needed to. The thing that I thought of was the air conditioning unit outside. It was right below her window, and would be perfect for someone to stand on if they wanted to see in her room.

I opened my window, and took out the screen. By God, I was going to test my theory. When I heard Mom walk back to her room, I was out the window in a flash.

I climbed up quietly on top of the air conditioning unit, and cautiously looked into Mom’s room. The sheer drapes she had in place gave me a clear view of everything, and I watched and waited.

Mom walked out of her bathroom and sat down to brush out her hair. That was interesting, but the real show began moments later. Mom laid her brush down, and pulled off her shirt, revealing those huge tits to my spying eyes. I watched her caress them gently, then she went back to brushing her hair. I watched those mounds as they bounced gently as the brush slid through her hair. She finally stood up, and switched off the light making me duck right away. I snuck back to my room then, hard as a rock.

That became a nightly ritual for me, and Mom’s varied every night. The best night was one of the last ones. She stripped nude and teased her pussy with a vibrator. I about came right then and there.

This went on nightly for weeks. I noticed some odd things Mom was doing, but didn’t really think about it. Occasionally she’d bring our shared laptop to bed with her. I never stayed to check what she was looking at, so I didn’t have any worries. The last evening though proved me dead wrong.

It had been a rainy day, and I thought my nightly show was going to be cancelled. It stopped though, right around dusk. So I was looking forward to more wonderful mental images. I climbed out my window and watched again that night, coming back and jerking off as usual.

The next day dawned nice and clear. It was a beautiful day that day. Mom was playing in her garden, and for once I really didn’t pay attention to her. I guess my nightly boob show was better, and I’d wait for that.

I was reading as usual, killing time on a nice afternoon when Mom walked in. She sat down on the couch, and I noticed she had a tennis shoe of mine in her hand.

“Chris, we need to talk right now. Put your book down please.”

“Sure.” I saw she looked serious then. “What’s up Mom?”

She thought for a moment then said, “Can you tell me why your tennis shoe is a perfect match for a footprint on top of the air conditioner?”

I was busted, and I knew it. I was frantically searching my mind for anything plausible as an excuse. I finally just shrugged; that was all I had.

Mom shook her head looking disgusted. “I got up there Chris. You’ve had a great view of my room.” She looked at a sheet of paper in her hand. “I guess that explains these websites then.”

She looked down and read them off. “Big tit amateurs. Mommy’s big tits. And some site called real life incest. What have you been doing on that one?”

“Posting about watching you. And relieving myself.”

“Jesus fucking Christ! You’ve posted about me naked and you jerking off to it?” I nodded slightly, hoping she’d miss it.

She shook her head again. She’d caught it. She stared at me for a moment and then asked, “Tell me something. How would you feel if the roles were reversed?”

“I don’t understand Mom.”

She sighed. “How would you feel right now if it were me spying on you?”

I told her I didn’t know. I lied. Actually it was kind of exciting thinking about that. It made me sneak a peek at Mom then. She had her usual t-shirt and no bra on, and that wasn’t something I needed to see right then. I could see those wonderful nipples poking out, and I could have done without the added stimulation.

I got hard right away, but Mom didn’t notice. She was running through thoughts in her head until finally she looked up at my face.

“Come over here Chris. I want you right here.” She pointed to a spot on the floor, about a foot away from her. I came over wondering what was on her mind.

I stopped a foot away from her. She looked me up and down and said, “Perfect. Let’s make the field even right now.”

“What do you mean?” I had no clue until she said, “Take off your clothes right there. Right in front of me.”

“Mom, trust me. You don’t want me to right now.”

“Why? Because you’re hard from staring at my tits? I know that. Now strip Chris. Right now.”

i reached up and pulled my shirt off right away. That was no big deal. When it came to my pants though, I took my time. I slowly undid the button on my shorts, and Mom was impatient.

“I don’t have all day Chris. Let’s see what you’ve got. Give Mommy a show for a change.”

That pissed me off. I yanked my zipper down and dropped my shorts, kicking them off. Standing in front of her hard as a rock I watched for her reaction.

Other than her eyebrows arching slightly, she didn’t react. She was staring though. Finally she looked up and her poker face was back in place.

“Very nice Chris. You’ve grown up nicely. Now make it cum for Mommy.”

I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking it slowly as she watched. I was taking my time, and she knew it. She looked up with a sly look on her face.

“Let’s see if this speeds things up.” She leaned forward then and stripped off her shirt, giving me my first good look at her tits.

That was all I needed. I was staring at those huge tits stroking fast now. I could feel one hell of an orgasm coming on, so I warned her at least.

“I’m gonna cum Mom!”

The first few ropes of cum shot out, splashing on her exposed tits. She gasped, but didn’t move as the rest fell on her thighs and finally on the floor. When I’d finished she told me, “Go to your room until I figure out what to do with you.”

I grabbed my clothes and hurried up the stairs, stopping at the top to get one final look. Mom was sitting there with my cum all over her body. As I looked though, she ran one finger through it, then softly lifted that finger to get lips to taste me.

The only time I saw her that day was at dinner, and that was a frosty one. I went back to my room and finally later that evening got into bed. I’d been there for a while when there was a knock on my door.

Mom came in then, and I braced for more yelling. She didn’t yell though. She was in her robe, and came over to sit on the edge of my bed.

“Chris, I want to apologize to you.”

“Me too Mom. I shouldn’t have been watching you that way. I just couldn’t resist your tits. They’re amazing!”

Mom smiled. “That’s what I wanted to apologize for. I haven’t exactly been modest around you. I just never figured it affected you like it did.”

“It made me crazy enough to go to that length to see them.”

“I know. I’ll start dressing more modestly around you now.”

“Oh no, please don’t!” We both looked shocked at that. I decided honesty was the best policy then.

“Mom, you’re beautiful. I think you’ve ruined me for younger women that aren’t as busty as you. If you covered up now, it would drive me crazy, so please don’t.”

Mom smiled gently and said, “I’ll think about it.” She got up to walk out then, but stopped at my door. “Chris, I’ve got to know. Have you ever thought about touching them?”

I nodded. “Usually when you do the dishes, and your shirt gets wet. All I can think of is what they’d feel like in my hands.”

That thought had me going again. I was hard under my covers, so I lifted one leg to hide it from Mom. She smiled at me and came back over to the bed.

“It’s truth time today I guess. I had no idea you’d grown so much until today.” She took a deep breath and said, “If you hadn’t exploded when you did, I just might have touched it.”

That was a shocker, and got me going even more. I decided to see if Mom was bluffing or not.

“You still can if you want Mom.” I lowered my leg then, and my hard cock was obvious under my sheet. I saw her look and take a deep breath. When she looked back at me, she was smiling.

“If I did that Chris, I bet you’d want your hands on my bare tits. Am I right?”

I nodded and she smiled again. “Then maybe it’s time to get rid of our curiosity.” She reached up and pulled open the top of her robe, exposing her tits. As I reached for them with one hand, she slowly pulled my covers back exposing my hard shaft.

She stopped my hand short of it’s target though, and hers too. She held my hand in hers for a long moment, then slowly moved it until I was cupping one of those incredible tits.

I’d never felt anything that full and firm in my hand up to that point in my young life. I cupped it, marveling at the sheer mass in my hand. Not to mention the hard nipple digging into my palm.

Mom’s eyes were closed and she was biting her lip gently. My free hand took hers, and guided it to my hard shaft.

I watched as her hand closed around it, and she softly started stroking me. We went on like this for a few minutes, then Mom called a halt to things.

She was breathing heavily, and so was I by that point. Finally she looked up at me and said, “Ok Chris. Here are the ground rules.” She thought for a moment and told me, “You’re not going to fuck Mommy. That’s not going to happen, so get it out of your head right now. Anything else, we’ll see. But right now I’ve got an idea.”

She had me stand next to the bed, inches away from her. She looked at me and started playing with her tits. “Here’s what I want Chris. I want to watch you cum, and I want you to shoot it right here.” One hand left her tits, and pointed toward her cleavage. “Got it?”

I nodded, mesmerized by her fingers playing with her nipples right then. I watched her and it worked. I shot my load watching her play with her nipples.

I almost hit the spot too. I actually hit her breastbone, and watched my cum slide down that deep dark chasm between her tits.

I watched Mom smile, then press those bad boys together, smearing my cum all over them. She continued, making sure each mound was glistening in the dim light.

I could only stare, my mouth open as she finally smiled at me. “I take it you enjoyed that.”

“You have no idea Mom. No idea at all.” I was wondering something though, and i had to ask.

“Mom, why did you go from pissed off to ready to play so fast?” I couldn’t wrap my brain around that fact.

Mom smiled again and told me. “You’re a good looking young man Chris. And when those pants came off and you were hard?” She stopped there, smiling at me still.

I got it. Mom was horny, and having a hard cock at home and ready for you was better than yelling at me. At least that’s what I got out of it.

She stood then for the second time, those huge tits swaying as she did. “Get some sleep Chris. Tomorrow may be very interesting.”

She walked towards the door again, stopping when she heard my voice. “Mom?”

“Yes Chris?”

“Show me the rest of you. I want to see all of you.”

She looked at me, and dropped her robe right there. I could see everything, and I liked what I was seeing. She laughed softly and walked away, dragging her robe.

My 8 hours that night consisted of one long porn loop, and it starred Mom of course. By the time the next morning came, I was ready to see what she’d meant the night before.

I wandered downstairs, my shorts already tented out from my hard cock. I walked into the kitchen and saw what looked like any other morning.

Mom was smiling at me. “Good morning Chris. Sleep well?”

She was wearing her usual. An old thin t-shirt and shorts. “I did Mom. What’s for breakfast?”

“It’s on the table.” I sat and ate watching her putter around the kitchen. She started doing some dishes, and I knew I was in for a show.

When she reached back to shut off the water, it started. I saw those tits of hers dip into the water there, making that old shirt see through right away. She turned and asked me a question then.

“So what’s this fantasy you have about me doing the dishes?”

“It’s like this Mom. When you lean forward like that, and your shirt gets wet I can see everything.”

She turned to face me, her damn shirt completely see through. “But then what?”

“Let me show you.” I walked up behind her, and turned her back toward the sink. “Now bend over again.” She did, and I ran my hands up under her shirt. They slid along her body until they found Mom’s tits. Now that was a way to start the day!

When I filled my hand with them, I glanced down at Mom’s body leaning there. With a smile I moved slightly, bringing my hips right up against her ass. That made her jump slightly. I knew she could feel my hard shaft pressing against her, and I heard her soft “Oh my.”

While my fingers played with her nipples, Mom moaned lightly. Her head turned and she said softly, “So is that it then?”

“No, but you laid down the rules. No fucking Mommy, remember?” My hips moved slightly, bumping her cloth covered ass and pussy with my length. “So this is going to have to be it, right?”

She nodded, but surprised me by pressing back against me. She was basically dry humping me then. My cock was slipping and sliding all over her while my hands played with those tits of hers. Finally she stopped, and I let her go, moving away from her. She turned and smiled, seeing my eyes devouring the view her wet shirt gave me.

“We’re going to have to talk about your fantasies about me. I’d love to hear them.”

“Sure Mom, any time you want.” Inspiration struck again and I told her, “I do have one other involving you and the kitchen. And it’s not fucking Mommy either.”

She was curious and asked, “So what’s that one?”

I reached down and picked her up, sitting her ass on the edge of the counter. My hands spread her legs wide, and I moved in between them. Mom had that deer in the headlights look as I moved in and kissed her.

It wasn’t a nice soft kiss. It was fast and hard and full of passion. My tongue slipped into her mouth as we kissed, and my hands naturally went back to her chest.

She finally stopped me. A bit regretfully, but she did. “Finish your breakfast Chris. I’m going to get out of these wet clothes and get a shower.”

I smiled as she got down and headed for her bathroom. I finished quickly, and finally headed to her room. I put my ear to her bathroom door and heard the distinctive sound of her shower massage running. When I heard Mom moaning softly, I knew what she was doing in there.

“Welcome to my world.” I said it to myself of course, then went back out to see what the day would bring. It was a very enjoyable day for me. I got all kinds of eye candy that day, courtesy of Mom. She seemed determined to show off as much as she could, We didn’t play though. Mom seemed to be an evening person, so I respected that. Plus there was something about playing with Mom in the dark that was lots more fun.

I was reading in my room again that evening when I heard Mom call to me. “Chris, would you come here please?”

“Just a minute Mom.”

I got up, yanked off my clothes and put on my bathrobe. I was going to be ready that night. I walked down the hall, and sure enough, Mom was in her room.

I walked in to her smile, and she reached down, grabbing the remote and shutting the TV off. She patted the bed next to her, inviting me to lay down there. When I did, Mom turned to me.

“It’s time to hear your fantasies about me. What have you been doing to me in that dirty little mind of yours?”

I let her have them all. Every little fantasy she’d inspired came rolling out that night, and her eyes got bigger and bigger as she listened. When I’d finished, it was her turn.

“Wow, I had no idea you had that many about me. You know we can’t do a lot of them, right?”

“I know. No fucking Mommy. I get it.”

“Some of the others have potential though.” My cock was coming to life under my robe, and she glanced over at it. She saw my eyes were glued to her cleavage, and that brought a small smile to her face.

“If you had one right now, which would it be?”

“I’ve got no idea Mom. It’s almost impossible to choose you know.”

“That’s fair I guess.” She casually opened the top of her robe a bit, giving me a great view of one massive breast almost all the way to the nipple. “I’ve always wondered something Chris. How many times can you cum?”

“Usually two or three without going soft Mom. After that, I need a little time to recover you know.”

“So let’s say I wanted you to cum on my tits right now. You could do that and be ready to go again still?”

“Hell yes!” I loved the idea of shooting my seed all over those big tits. I turned to her and got up on my knees next to her. “Want to try that Mom?”

“It’s a good start. Why not?”

I pulled my robe open, and my hand went to my rock hard shaft. Mom reached for the light on her bedside table, but I stopped her.

“Don’t shut it off Mom. I want to see you. And besides, I need to be able to aim, right?”

“Chris, I don’t think you could miss my tits if you tried.” She smiled and pulled her top open again, and I started stroking softly looking at her exposed flesh. Inspiration hit me again, and I stopped, looking down at Mom.

“Two things Mom. First of all, take your robe off. I want to see that body you’ve been teasing me with all day.”

She didn’t even hesitate. She pulled her robe open, giving me a fantastic closeup view of everything.

I moved slightly then until my shaft was almost touching one massive mound. “Now you do it. Make your boy cum Mom right where you want it.”

It took a moment, but that small soft hand of hers closed around my shaft and began stroking me. I could see it plainly in the light that night, and that was an incredibly hot sight.

Mom was watching my cock as it slid through her hand. She licked her lips, and that just got me going even more. I could just picture those lips covered in cum, and her licking it up. The memory of her tasting my cum that very first day came back to mind, That was enough to put me over the edge.

“Gonna cum Mom.” She nodded, pointing my shaft at the deep valley between her tits. I blasted it with a huge load, after all she’d been teasing me all day. It covered the soft skin there, and looked fantastic to my young eyes.