Introduction:
***This is a true event, and it happened recently on Christmas..***
I am a 20 year old male living in the UK, and at home with my 43 year old mother, whilst I work regularly in a crummy little part-time job inbetween meeting up with my beautiful girlfriend who is at college. I am quite a normal guy, but that depends on what you class as normal these days. I guess everyone has or is entitled to their own little dark secrets in this crazy world, and I admit I do have my own. My name is Tim, and I am quite a medium build, with scruffy dark hair and quite a regular shaver! I consider myself to have a good slim physique, and I don’t get many complaints from my girlfriend, whi is extremely well-fleshed and voluptuous, just like someone else I happen to know, and love…
My mother is 43 years old, and single, and to my knowledge as not been involved with any man since she broke up with my much-hated father years ago. She is quiet and always keeps herself to herself, a harmless person. However, she in no way looks like a 43 year old. She looks no older than 37, and she bares no wrinkles at all. Her skin is soft-looking and smooth, and she has shoulder-length, dark hair, and a matching pair of big brown beautiful eyes, above a gorgeous full, white smile. My mother was in fact, beautiful, with a certain quality and glow about her. She was a medium height and quite a stubby build, although appearing rather slim on average. But her most noticeable and appreciated attributes weren’t her eyes, or her smile, it was something else..
For years I had noticed, ever since I was around ten, which is when I started masturbating, my mother has an extremely large set of breasts on her chest. Like my girlfriend, only bigger, my mother was well-fleshed and they hung all the way down to her stomach without sagging like an old lady’s would, they were full, wide and fat from top-to-bottom.
They would literally swing like bags whenever she walked, swaying back and forth, and they would hang perfectly like a pair of fleshy sacks whenever she bent over. She had a beautiful pair on her, and for years, I couldn’t stop thinking about them or staring at them. Everytime I saw her, I would instantly get a huge erection, and my penis would bulge against my pants. I would glare at her breasts as they pushed against her blouse or low-cut top, and drool at the very sight of her fat, juicy, heavy cleavage. She would always wear really tight tops, and her breasts would shape through perfectly, you could even see her nipples as I don’t think she hardly ever wore bras. I would watch her walk up and down stairs as I let her pass and they would bounce and jiggle like they were full of water.
Whenever she was out, I would sneak into her bedroom and search through her bras, and masturbate to the size on the tag of the bra, which was a tremendous 44EE, and the cups were huge, I could fit my own head in each one! My beautiful mother had a fantastic pair of whoppers, and for years, I had longed to touch them bare, with my bare hands…it was an honour that I prayed for to happen, although deep down I knew it wouldn’t. I dreamed and fantasized about rolling up her top, and squeezing her jelly-soft breasts so hard until I would cum in my pants.
I wanted to spurt my cum allover her fat breasts and push my penis between them as she held them together. I wanted to swallow those delicious silky breasts and chew on them like a rabid dog, and drool allover them like a dirty old man. But not only would this never happen, it was wrong, and it would be illegal and immoral. But the power of being horny overpowered my moralities and what was right and wrong. The fact remained, my mother had giant norks that begged to be slapped about like fun bags, and stretched and sucked…[continue reading](https://thestepmomporn.com/blog/my-mother-and-her-delicious-set-of-breasts/)
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