****** Mom's Magnificent Boobs ******
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Mom's Magnificent Boobs


This probably isn't going to read like a story, but I guess it shouldn't, as
every word is completely true.

Like a lot of overweight women, my mom has big breasts, and as I was growing up
at home, I always thought it was a wonderful thing when I accidentally caught a
glimpse of them. I began engineering ways to see her nude. Sometimes I'd
arrange a makeup mirror on her dresser so I could see into her bathroom when
she was in the shower. I even went so far as to drill small holes in the
ceiling of her bathroom so I could watch her while she was in the tub.

She wears a DD cup bra, and her magnificent boobs fueled my fantasies for many
years. I imagined all kinds of unlikely scenarios in which we'd be thrown
together in such a way that some kind of erotic encounter was the only possible
outcome, but of course nothing like that ever happened.

Things changed when I was in my late 20's and she was in her early 50's,
though. We were both in bad marriages, but while I didn't have any affairs, my
fantasies were working over-time, and often returned to her. I had to try
something. Being older and more experienced at that point, I decided that
rather than try to set up some sort of ridiculous seduction attempt, I'd just
come right out and ask her.

I invited her to come to my apartment one day when my wife was at work and I
had a day off. I was quivering with nervous anticipation, but I had no idea
what was going to happen; for all I knew, I was about to get myself
disinherited, or at least slapped. We were sitting at the dining room table,
and there was a lull in the conversation. I took a deep, shuddering breath and
asked, "Do you consider yourself to be an open-minded person?"

"Of course I do," she replied.

Struggling to keep my voice from shaking, I said, "Open-minded enough to share
a sexual fantasy with me?"

She hesitated, and then she smiled and said, "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

I couldn't imagine what must have been going through her mind, but this was it-
-the point of no return. Looking her in the eye, I said, "I'd like to kiss your
boobs."

I thought for sure I was going to get clobbered then, but she just laughed and
said, "Okay; what do you want me to do?"

I couldn't believe my ears! After all these years, all I had to do was ask, and
she just said yes?

"Nothing," I said as I got up and locked the front door.

I returned to her, standing behind her chair, looking over her shoulder and
down into her deep, dark cleavage as I began gently massaging her shoulders
with trembling hands. I moved very slowly, giving her time to voice any
objections if she should change her mind. I didn't know how far she was going
to let me go, or if this was going to be the only time this ever happened, so I
wanted to draw it out and enjoy every moment.

I slid my hands down to the top of her chest, pausing briefly to give her
plenty of warning, then I just slid them the rest of the way down and cupped
her big, soft breasts, squeezing gently. My God, they were incredible. I
couldn't believe she was letting me do this! I fondled her this way for a long
time, sliding my hands all over her boobs. Her nipples were visibly erect, even
through her blouse and bra, and I gently teased and tickled them, pinching them
lightly with my fingertips.

Next I unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse, opening the garment down
to her bra and revealing her cleavage, as well as the tops of her breasts where
they were puffing out above her over-stuffed bra-cups. I lightly traced my
fingers over the soft flesh, and then plunged one down into her cleavage,
enjoying the feel of the soft skin, which would soon (I hoped) be available to
my eager eyes, mouth, and tongue.

I was as hard as a rock and having a little trouble breathing, but I didn't let
that stop me. Reaching down, I unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and
pulled it open. Her bra was white, feminine and lacey, but not transparent. The
cups were stuffed full with her soft, womanly bosom. I slipped her blouse off
her pale shoulders, and again filled my hands, cupping and squeezing her boobs
through her bra. Her thick nipples were much more prominent now, and I took
full advantage of her evident excitement, teasing the sensitive nubbins to full
erection.

I could hardly believe she'd let me go this far, but I sure wasn't going to
stop there. I slid my trembling hands up to her shoulders, and pulled one
tightly strung bra-strap off her shoulder, then the other. Her big breasts
sagged slightly under their partially freed weight. Pushing softly on her
shoulders, I eased her forward so I could unhook her bra. She leaned back
against the chair, and I went back to her boobs again, but now it was better.
Their weight was no longer constrained or supported by her bra, even though it
was still clinging tightly to her big tits. I slid my hands under them, cupping
and lifting them up, bra and all. God, they were heavy! I was so close to
experiencing something that I had only dreamed about for over 15 years.

The moment of truth had arrived. I released her tits and slowly walked around
to the front of her chair, kneeling before her. She looked so sexy sitting
there with no blouse, her bra half off, just waiting for me to do whatever I
wanted. Taking a deep breath, I simply reached up and pulled her bra off,
baring her big boobs at last. They were incredible--and at long last, right
there in front of me, only inches away. I reached up and gently lay my hands on
her bare breasts. I wanted to see and feel every inch of the wondrous flesh
that had been so carefully yet tantalizingly hidden from me all these years.
After stroking and caressing her beautiful breasts for what seemed like hours,
I finally grabbed one with both hands, sinking my fingers into her ample flesh,
lifting the soft, round mound, and pointing the erect pink nipple right at my
mouth.

Man, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack! Leaning forward, I kissed
the thick nubbin, extended my tongue, licking just the tip, then finally
bathing the entire nipple with each stroke. Unable to stand it any longer, I
wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked it gently into my wet mouth.

I was so turned on! It was the most erotic thing I had ever done. I played with
her tits for a long time, moving from one to the other, kissing and licking her
distended nipples, then squeezing her boobs together so I could suck on both
nipples at the same time, then burying my face in their smothering, pillowy
softness.

Happily, that was not the only time something like this happened between us.
Getting together was difficult, though; one spouse or the other was usually
around, but on the rare occasions we could be alone, things got pretty intense.
One time I covered her breasts with lotion and massaged it in; another time I
brought over a sundae and licked great dollops of ice cream off her nipples
until it was all gone and they were as hard as little pink rocks. I even got
her to take a shower with me a couple of times, and soaping up those big, wet
boobs was very cool, especially with my hard cock nestled tightly between her
ass-cheeks. We did eventually end up in bed together, but we only had sex a few
times over the years. Like I said, finding any time to be alone with her was a
rare thing, and while making love to her was wildly erotic, the possibility of
getting caught was never far from our minds.

At any rate, I eventually divorced and remarried, and my mom reconciled with
her husband. The physical side of our relationship gradually cooled-off, but I
know it brought us closer together. I will always remember it fondly, and be
grateful that it happened.

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