A quick note: My stories aren't for everyone. They are totally unrealistic -- stroke stories that aren't meant to be taken seriously. If you like them, great -- leave a comment if you want! If you don't like them, go elsewhere. Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)
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Brian walked into the kitchen after having showered. His mother was standing at the sink, facing away from him. He had withheld from masturbating in the shower, and now he was glad he had. His mother was wearing a black skintight pencil skirt that hugged her round ass, and black sling-back shoes with 4-inch stilleto heels. On top, she had on a tight, white button-down shirt, tucked into her skirt. Her waist looked tiny. Brian's penis immediately starting hardening: he realized that he could see his mother's giant breasts from behind, their roundness peeking out from her little torso. Her thick hair was pinned up in a swept-up coif. She was stunning, even from behind.
Brian wasn't sure what to do. Was the no-touching rule still in effect? Maybe, he thought, there was a loophole: no hands. He quietly approached her and slowly, gently pushed his now stiff cock against his mother's butt. "Hi Mommy," he said.
She startled for a second, but didn't move, his penis still firmly lodged against her clothed, bulbous ass. She turned her head slightly toward him without turning around, her hair falling adorably into her face. "Brian, sweetie, remember, no touching yet."
"But I'm not touching you. With my hands."
She giggled. "Cute. Well, ok then. I guess you can touch me with your clothed penis. Your big, hard penis. I have to admit, it feels really good."
She leaned up to kiss him, her butt essentially massaging her son's penis as her body shifted. He groaned as she kissed him lightly on the lips. She stroked the side of his face. "And, of course, I can touch you," she whispered. "Ok," she said, finally pushing him away. He reeled back slightly, his rock-hard cock almost sticking out of his pants. She slowly turned around and Brian gasped. Her amazing HH-cup bust strained against her shirt. She had left two buttons open, and was clearing wearing a push-up bra. (They made push-up bras that big?, Brian thought to himself.) Her breasts spilled out of the top, as if they might pop out at any point.
She smiled at Brian, then looked down at her tits, shaking them from side to side. The visible part of them jiggled as she did. "Do you like my outfit?"
Brian, staring directly at the massive set of tits, could only nod.
"My breasts look extra big, huh?" She inhaled, making her chest swell even more against her shirt. "This isn't exactly comfortable," she said, gently squeezing her huge bust. "But I want to look really good for my baby."
"You do, Mommy. Amazing. I, um, love your clothes."
"Yeah, I never get to wear stuff like this. You know, business outfits."
Brian smiled. They were business clothes, he guessed, but picturing his ultra-curvy mother, spilling out of her tight shirt and short skirt, in an office setting was pretty ridiculous.
His mother walked up to him and snuggled up against him, pressing her body against his. "That feels good, huh? Do you love me, sweetheart?"
"Of course, Mommy. I love you more than anything."
"I guess," she said, looking up at him. "I guess we can change the rules now." She traced a line on his chest. "Do you want to touch Mommy's body?"
"Yes, more than anything in the world."
"Ok." She took a step back. "Touch me, Brian. Touch your Mommy's body."
He wasted no time. With a hand trembling from horniness, he began squeezing one of her huge breasts. She gasped as he sunk his fingers into her giant, spongy breast. "Oh baby. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," she moaned.
"I love you, Mommy. And I love your big breasts."
"I love you too, sweetie." She tilted her head up - even in her heels, he towered over her tiny frame - and kissed him gently on the lips. Soon they were fully making out, French kissing, while he squeezed and rubbed her breast. He took his other hand and began to play with her other giant tit. She leaned back and looked down at him fondling her chest.
"That feels so good, baby. Please play with Mommy's big breasts. Play with them as much as you want. From now on, these breasts are yours to play with. Squeeze them, rub them, do whatever you want."
He began to tweak her nipples and she moaned.
