Just a note to say this story is absolutely true. Only a couple names were changed -
A few years ago, my mother-in-law had to come live with us. We found a house with a large basement that included its own entrance and bath, and Karen seemed happy with here own area to live in. It was a bit of an adjustment, but she fit into our lives without any trouble. I got used to seeing her walk around in the mornings in her long pajamas, and she was fine company from 5:30 until 7:00 or so during the time I got home and my wife hadn't arrived yet.
I hadn't though of Karen in any way other than as my mother-in-law, and twenty-years my senior, the 58-year old didn't appeal to me in a sexual way. She occasionally would bend over to pick things up and her cleavage was certainly exposed, but I gave it only a passing glance, although I did notice that Karen's nipples were quite large, and were sometimes visible even through a sweater, and her breasts were still large and firm.
Te first night she was gone, Karen made me a nice dinner, and when I talked to my wife, she mentioned that her sister was thinking about also getting tits redone. I had caught a good shot of her tits a couple times, and thought they looked great, why mess with a good thing I thought to myself.
After dinner, Karen and I stood in the kitchen and did the dishes. I glanced at her blouse, noticing her nipples sticking out and wondered if she had a bra on or not. I mentioned that Sue said her sister was thinking of a breast job, which was, in my opinion, unnecessary.
"Well, so long as she does what the doctor says, and massages them a couple times a day to keep the muscles loose for a few weeks so they don't get like your wife's, they will be fine," Karen said.
"What, no, Sue's aren't bad, I just think that Cindy's are fine, they don't need to be bigger."
Karen looked sideways at me and said, "No, Sue's are hard as a rock, she didn't take care of them right after surgery. My came out fine, and Cindy's can be too if she massages them."
I couldn't help myself and looked right at Karen's breasts. She said, "You can't tell, but I had a breast job about ten years ago, and they are still firm but soft."
"Oh, I stammered, I didn't know. They look very natural."
"They are, they are nice and soft. Here, feel this," Karen said, and pointed to her right breast."
"No, no, I believe you," I said, "that's all right."
"Go ahead, Bob, it's just a breast," Karen insisted.
So, I obliged, and cupped her right breast with my left hand. I tried to push inward with my palm to feel her nipple, and she was right, it felt great.
"That's enough, Bob," Karen said, and I probably blushed and stammered something, but I can't remember now.
The next evening I had to work until about 10PM, and when I got home I called down to Karen and she said to come on down to her room and visit.
She was sitting at her computer desk playing solitaire, and I walked up and said hello. Then we chatted for a while and I put my hands on her shoulders and gave her a little massage. As I did so, I tried to get the material of her pajamas to bunch-up a bit in front so I could look down her top. It worked a bit, but I couldn't see all the way down to her nipples.
"Oh, Bob, that feels real nice. Nobody has touched me for years. Of course it's really my lower back that hurts, from the accident," Karen explained.
She told me about her auto accident, and I offered to massage her lower back, "Maybe on the bed if you want," I said.
When she looked at me I thought I had gone too far, but then she said, "That sounds great."