Mom’s Big Boobs

Mom’s Big Boobs is a follow-up to Sister’s Big Boobs, a story about a little sister who’s insecure about her big tits, and a loving, well-endowed mother who encourages her son to have sex with her to make her feel better about herself. You can read the first part here: Sister’s Big Boobs

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The next morning, I woke up to the footsteps of Mom moving around the kitchen downstairs. I still felt the ache in my thighs from last night with Sofi, and a certain lightness, like I’d unburdened a part of myself. I took my time getting dressed, replaying the last twenty-four hours in my head. I half-expected to feel guilt or shame. Instead, there was a pride. I’d managed to rescue my sister from her own self-hate, even if the rescue was as unconventional and forbidden as it got.

When I went down for breakfast, Mom was already waiting at the table. She was back to her usual self, long chestnut hair pulled over one shoulder, a pale blue tank top stretching tight across her big boobs. I couldn’t look at her the same. I saw echoes of Sofi in her, but also the confident, self-contained woman who’d raised us.

She grinned wide when she saw me. “Morning, hero,” she said, pouring me glass of juice.

I laughed. “Please, don’t call me that. I just talked to her. That’s all.”

She handed me the glass, her eyes sparkling. “Alex. You did more than talk. She was a different girl last night.”

“Is she still with Rachel?”

“Yes,” Mom said. “She’s sleeping over. She sent me a picture of pancakes that she made for her. Come and look, she wore pajamas that didn’t even try to hide anything.” I stepped next to Mom, smelling her heavenly, rosy perfume as she showed me a photo of Sofi in pajamas and a plate filled with pancakes. It made me smile, seeing her insecurities gone and only pride of her beautiful bust.

“She always made up an excuse before,” I said. “She hated sleepovers.”

“Exactly,” Mom said, like I’d scored a winning touchdown for the family team. “last night, she hugged me and said she felt … what was the word … ‘liberated’. She said, ‘I feel like the world doesn’t own my body anymore, Mom.’ She even let me take a picture of us together.”

“That’s … great,” I said, and I meant it. I could see the glow on Mom’s face. It was the first time she’d looked truly happy in weeks.

She leaned across the table, her arms squishing her boobs together until I was forced to notice the deep valley of cleavage, reminding me who passed on the blessed genes to Sofi. “You know what I think?” she said. “I think you deserve a thank-you.”

I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but the sight of her breasts, almost pouring out of her top, kept pulling me in. “Uh … you’re welcome?”

“No, no,” she said, her tone taking on that conspiratorial lilt I remembered from when she’d sneak us extra dessert. “I mean, a real thank-you. Something for you, just for being a brave, loving big brother.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged, feeling a blush rising in my cheeks. “Brave?”

“I consider having sex with your sister to be brave.”

“Alright.”

She smiled at me, like she knew exactly where my thoughts had gone. “We’ll talk after dinner, okay?” she said, and winked, then went back to sipping her tea, her tongue darting over the rim like she was enjoying more than just honey.

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The day continued. I spent some time at the beach with my girlfriend and some of her friends. Sofi texted me a couple times, happy face after happy face, and I checked her Instagram. She’d posted a selfie with her friend, both of them in tank tops, arms around each other, Sofi’s boobs front and center. She looked so confident. I couldn’t help smiling.

When I came home for dinner, the house smelled of roasted chicken. Mom had set the table with her favorite tablecloth and two wine glasses. There was a candle lit, too. She never did that unless it was a special occasion.

We ate together, talking about everything but the obvious. Mom was in rare form, telling funny stories about her own awkward teenage years, dropping just enough innuendo to keep me on edge. Every time she reached across the table to refill my glass or serve another scoop, her breasts swayed, and I could see the outline of her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. She caught me staring a few times, and she didn’t look away.

After dinner, she left the dishes in the sink. “Come with me?” she said, taking my hand and guiding me upstairs. “It’s time for my thank you.”

I followed as I had a vague idea what it might be, blood rushing low and hot. She stopped in front of the master bedroom and gave me a smile.

“Have a seat,” she said, nodding at the bed. I sat down, my jeans suddenly too tight. She stood in front of me, hands on her hips, then peeled off her tank top.

Her breasts tumbled free, massive and natural, skin flawless and lightly freckled. Her areolas were wide, a dusky rose, her nipples stiffening in the cool air. They were bell-shaped and sagged a little, but they were stunning. She wasn’t wearing a bra or anything underneath. It was just her, bold, tall and bare. Her stomach was flat, and her hips flared in a subtle hourglass figure.

She watched my eyes drink her in, and for a moment neither of us said anything. Then she reached out and brushed a hand down my cheek.

“Wow … If seeing you nude was your gift, then it’s a gift I’m grateful for.”

“Not quite,” she said with a grin. “When I was Sofi’s age, I hated my body, too. Everyone stared at me, and all I wanted was to hide. My brother, your uncle, he was the only one who made me feel beautiful. We helped each other … like you and Sofi.”

“I remember you told me that,” I said, swallowing hard as it became difficult to concentrate while I ogled at her chest.

She stepped closer. “You did a good thing, Alex. For her and for yourself. And for me, too.”

I swallowed, trying to slow my breathing. “You’re … stunning, Mom. You always have been.”

She giggled, the sound bright and young. “You always had good taste,” she said, then pushed me gently back on the bed. She straddled my thighs, the weight of her breasts swaying only inches from my face.

“What will the gift be?” I asked as it started getting hot in here.

“I prefer showing instead of telling,” she said with a grin. “Would you like to see what runs in the family?”

I nodded, helpless, and she reached for my shirt, tugging it off. Her fingers glided down my chest, her nails scraping lightly. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into my face, and I opened my mouth, instinct taking over. Her skin was soft and warm, and I kissed her nipple, rolling it with my tongue the way Sofi had loved. Mom moaned low, the sound vibrating through her chest and into my mouth.

She rocked against me, her hips grinding into my lap, and my cock strained against my jeans.

She pulled away and stood, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her in just the black panties. She turned and bent over, giving me a full view of her ass, round, firm, and the lace pulled tight between her cheeks. She reached back and wiggled her hips, laughing when she saw my jaw drop.

“Like what you see?” she teased, then shimmied out of her panties, letting them fall to the floor. She was fully shaved, her pussy perfectly smooth and pink, her labia blooming outward, and her center glistened with honey.

She crawled back onto the bed, straddling my hips again. Her hand moved to my jeans, unzipping them and pulling my cock free. She whistled softly, wrapping her hand around me and giving it a slow stroke.

“God, you’re as big as your father,” she whispered. “Maybe bigger.”

I laughed, feeling the tension melt. “Is that a compliment?”

She grinned, pumping me with her hand. “The highest.” She leaned forward, mashing her tits around my cock, the heat of her skin almost burning. She spit in her hand, then rubbed it onto her chest, mixing her saliva with the warmth of her breasts. She slid them up and down my shaft, the soft flesh squeezing me tighter than any hand.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, grabbing the headboard to steady myself.

She smiled, her tongue flicking out to lick the head every time it peeked through her cleavage. “You like my tits?” she asked, squeezing them harder. “You want to fuck them?”

“Yeah,” I said, barely able to speak. “They’re amazing. Just like Sofi’s.”

She looked up at me, eyes blazing. “You want to compare?” she asked, pushing her tits together until my cock disappeared between them. “You want to decide who’s got the better rack?”

I laughed breathlessly, the taboo of it turning me on even more. “You’re both perfect. It’s a tie.”

She purred, speeding up the rhythm, her tits slapping against my pelvis. “Good answer,” she said. “Now cum for Mommy.”

I couldn’t hold back. With a sharp grunt my cock throbbed and the first hot rope shot straight across her face. It splattered over her cheek and across her lips, streaking her skin in white. Another pulse followed, painting her nose and forehead, dripping down toward her chin. She gasped softly, blinking through it as more jets spilled across her features, leaving her glistening, messy, and absolutely beautiful.

The next streams arced lower, landing heavy across her tits. Thick ribbons coated the tops of her breasts, running down the deep valley of her cleavage. Her nipples, already hard, glistened as the cum spread and dripped over the soft curves. It clung to her skin, pearly streaks sliding down the heavy swell of her chest until both tits were glazed.

She giggled, scooping some from her chin with a finger before licking it off slowly, eyes locked on mine. The sight of her flushed face, smeared with cum, and her massive tits dripping with it made my cock twitch all over again.

“Geeze, Mom, that was hot.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss me, her lips salty with my cum. She grabbed a big towel and wiped the mess off her. “Not bad,” she said, crawling up to straddle my face. “But I want more … I want this to be a proper gift. A night you’ll never forget. Can you give me more, Alex?”

“Of course, Mom.”

She pressed her pussy against my mouth, her thighs clamping my head between them. She tasted sweet and fresh, her arousal slick and warm on my tongue. I licked her slowly, circling her clit and dipping into her folds, teasing her the way I’d learned to tease my girlfriend. Mom shuddered, her hands twisting in my hair, grinding herself onto my face.

“God, you’re good at that,” she gasped, riding my mouth harder. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

I didn’t. I tongue-fucked her until she trembled, her thighs clamping around my ears, her moans rising. She came with a shudder, her pussy flooding my mouth, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty.

Suddenly, I was rock hard again and ready to fuck her again. She rolled over, tugging me on top of her. “Your turn, stud,” she said, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Show me how you fucked your sister.”

“You’re so fucking hot, Mom,” I told her. I didn’t hesitate or think twice. I pushed inside, my cock sliding into her pink depths. She was hot and slick, and her pussy fit me like a glove. Once I felt her pussy lips against my pubic bone, I looked into her blue eyes. She smiled, wrapping her arms around me.

“What do you think of my gift so far?”

“I love it,” I said, my cock twitching inside her as I felt her lubricants coating my shaft while her walls kept closing.

“Go on, be a good son and fuck your mommy.”

I started slow, enjoying the feeling, but Mom wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me deeper.

“Harder,” she begged. “Don’t hold back. You should last longer the second time.”

I obeyed, thrusting harder, the slap of our skin echoing in the room. Her breasts bounced with every motion, and I bent down to suck her nipple. I couldn’t get enough of her big boobs, seeing them roll up and down her chest. Sometimes she squeezed them together, creating a delicious, sweet cleavage that made me lose my mind, wondering whether I was in an erotic dream. She met every thrust, her hips bucking, her hands clawing at my back.

We fucked for what felt like hours, on our sides, on our knees, her on top, then me again. She kept urging me on, telling me how proud she was, how she’d wanted this for years and how grateful she was for being a good brother.

When I finally felt myself getting close, I tried to pull out, but she locked her ankles behind my back.

“Inside,” she whispered. “I want to feel everything there is to raw sex.”

Her words made me shiver alone, and on the next pussy plunge, I exploded, filling her with everything I had left, her pussy milking me for every drop.

We stayed locked together, sweat-soaked and panting, for a long moment. When I finally pulled out, she caught my face in her hands and kissed me long and slow and with plenty of tongue.

“That’s what I call family therapy,” she said, laughing breathlessly.

I grinned, feeling lighter than I had in years. “Think Sofi will want another session?”

She winked. “I’ll make sure she does. And so will I.”

We curled up together, her head resting on my chest, her breasts pressed against my side.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed just as I was fondling her breasts. She reached for it, her lips curling into a smile that lit up her whole face, eyes and cheeks alike.

“Look,” she said, showing me the screen. “It’s Sofi.”

The photo hit me like a punch. Sofi was in a silky nightgown that barely clung to her curves, one strap sliding down her shoulder, the fabric transparent enough to reveal the circles of her nipples. She posed with Rachel, both of them giggling, their arms wrapped around each other. It was playful but undeniably sexy. Beneath the photo, her message read. Tell Alex that I love him.

Warmth spread through me at the words. “Text her back and say that I love her too.”

“Will do,” she said, grinning as her thumbs tapped the reply. She set the phone down on the nightstand and snuggled against me, our bodies locking together in a spoon.

“Thank you again,” she whispered, backing her ass against my crotch. “I was afraid she’d talk me into going through with the surgery.”

“You’re welcome. I’m just glad it worked out,” I murmured, kissing her shoulder and groping her tit. “And I’m so happy for the gift you gave me.”

She chuckled. “I’d happily give it to you again and again.”

“Whenever you want to,” I said, my eyes already closing as sleep pulled me under with her warmth against me.

The end.

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