My Mother's Big Tits

Brendan finally has his consensual, wicked, sexual way with his mother's big, naked tits.

Reread, Reviewed, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:

Always peeping on my mother, I'd be so embarrassed if she ever caught me peeping. Hoping to see all that I shouldn't see of my mother, one night, after two, long, sexually frustrating years of peeping, I hoped that I'd see all that I wanted to see of her. As if inviting me and daring me to peep, every night her bedroom door was always wide open.

Glad that her bedroom door was open, I was glad that I could watch her soundly sleep from an unnoticeable distance in the dark, outside hall. Easier to take my time while imagining her without her clothes, I liked watching my mother when she didn't know that I was looking, staring, and watching her sleep. I imagined that I was in her bed sleeping with her, holding her, cuddling her, and spooning her.

I listened to her breathing. I watched her chest slightly rise up and down with each breath. I stared at her chest as if her big tits were twin sirens from Homer's Odyssey calling to me. I stared at her huge, nightgown clad knockers in the dark as if they beckoned to me to touch them, feel them, fondle them, grope them, and suck them. Suffice to write, I loved my mother's big tits.

No secret there, I've always loved my mother's big tits. From what I could see of them through her blouse and bra, she had huge knockers with big nipples. From what I could see of them through her sheer nightgown, I could see the shape and the size of her immense breasts. From what I couldn't see of them, I imagined her naked breasts. Be still my heart, I'd love to watch her jogging, jumping rope, or doing a handstand while wearing a crop top and without a bra.

Having never seen them but always wanting to, I imagined that she had beautiful, shapely breasts. Only, I wished that I could see them. I wished I could touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them while kissing her and making out with her. In the way that her breasts didn't bounce and jiggle, I could tell that her breasts were as heavy as they were firm. I don't like flabby breasts and irrespective of their age and body weight, even young, thin women have flabby breasts.

With the help of her nightlight enabling me to see her in the dark, I could still clearly see her sexy and shapely silhouette. Even when she was sleeping, especially when she was sleeping, with her jet-black hair, her bright, blue eyes, and her pale, white, Irish complexion, she was my very own version of Sleeping Beauty. As if I was her handsome Prince Charming, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I only wished that I could sleep in the same bed with my mother.

She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. I was so proud and pleased that she was his mother. I'd definitely have sex with her, if she'd have sex with me. Honestly, with there no other woman like her, I'd marry her if I could.

Yet, instead of sexually lusting over my mother, instead of sexually lusting over someone that I couldn't have, I wished that I could find a woman who looked like her. I wished that I could find a woman who not only talked and laughed like her but also who sounded like her, too. I wished that I could find a woman who moved like her and who walked like her. I wished that I could find a woman who was as sexy and as shapely as my mother.

Obviously and admittedly, I was deeply in love with my mother but not in the way that a son should love his mother. I was in love with her in the way that a man loved a woman. If only my mother gave me a sign that she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her, I'd be all over her. Clearly, with her one of kind, sadly and unfortunately, I'd never find my mother's clone no matter how hard I looked and how long I waited.

"I love you, Mother," I whispered to myself when standing across from her bedroom in the darkened hall for no one to hear and while watching her sleeping. "I wish I could sleep with you."

Only and unbeknownst to me, something I hadn't expected, my mother was awake and my whisper carried through the quiet darkness to her bedroom and to her ear. My mother not only heard me but also, she saw my black form standing in the hall through the dark. She knew that I was there watching her sleep. Now, she knew that I wanted to sleep with her.

She knew that I was hiding in the dark while staring at her and watching her sleeping in her bed. Clearly and no doubt, with her having seen my erection bulging out my pants and tenting my pajama bottoms whenever I'm around her, she must know that I was just as horny as she was sexually frustrated. She must know that I sexually want her. Only, it was so sexually frustrating that she didn't want me. Her not sexually wanting me in the way that I sexually wanted her, made me feel that there was something wrong with me.

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Chapter 02:

Every night I stared at her as she lay sleeping while not believing that this beautiful, busty woman was my mother. Even when she was laying on her back, she had big tits. Even when she was sleeping and without wearing makeup, she was so beautiful. Then, when she's washed, dressed, put on her makeup, and had her hair done, a real beauty, a clone of Catherine Zeta Jones in the flesh in the way that she looked twenty-years ago, she was so stunning.

Just once, something so perversely forbidden, I wished I could sleep with my mother in her bed. Just once, I wished I could hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her while pressing my erect pajama clad cock against her nightgown, clad ass. Then, as soon as she fell asleep, as diabolical and as perversely perverted as I am, I wished I could touch and feel my mother everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother while she lay sleeping.

With my mother never wearing panties to bed beneath her nightgown, as soon as she fell asleep, I imagined slowly and carefully lifting the back of her nightgown to the small of her back and exposing her naked ass to my horny eyes. While hoping that she didn't awaken, I imagined touching, feeling, and squeezing my mother's shapely, naked ass. I imagined removing my stiff prick from my pajama bottoms and pressing my naked cock against my mother's backside.

Then, careful not to awaken her while trying to make my mother wet, I imagined sliding a slow, stiff finger along the back of her pussy slit while gently pressing down to part her pussy lips. Slow and gentle at first touch, I imagined rubbing her clit faster and harder and fingerfucking her pussy deeper while she continued sleeping. I imagined my mother squirming and wiggling in her sleep while breathing through her mouth. Something that I always imagined doing while masturbating myself, I imagined masturbating my mother.

Not stopping there, I imagined removing my erect, naked prick from my pajama bottoms and pressing my hard cock against my mother's naked ass while imagining humping her and fucking her from behind. Then, with her still soundly sleeping while, no doubt, dreaming of having sex with someone, as soon as she became wet, I imagined easing and slowly sliding my erect prick inside of her warm and wet pussy. As if I was her husband, her boyfriend, or her lover instead of her son, making sweet and slow love to her from behind, I imagined humping her a little faster and a little harder.

Then, as soon as she opened her eyes and awakened with as much shock as she awakened with sexual arousal, humping her harder and humping her faster, I imagined fucking my mother. Pounding her pussy, I imagined really fucking her cunt. I imagined fucking her hard and fast enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock. I imagined her returning my hard and fast humps with her hard and fast humps. Instead of cumming all over my hand and stomach when masturbating myself, I imagined cumming inside of his mother's warm, wet pussy.

'Brendan. Oh, my God, Brendan. You're going to make Mommy cum. Brendan, oh my God, Brendan. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming,' I imagined her saying before she collapsed in her bed to enjoy the afterglow of sex.

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'How hot would that be to make love to my mother,' I thought? 'How hot would that be to fuck her? How hot would that be to give my mother a sexual orgasm with my erect prick while cumming in her pussy? If only I could, I would. I can't even imagine what it would feel like to be inside of my mother's warm and wet cunt.'

Without having to walk all the way to the doorway of her bedroom, disappointed, yet, again, I could see from the hallway that she wasn't naked. She was wearing a nightgown. With a blanket and a sheet over her, she was completely covered.

Just once, I wished she'd go to bed naked. Just once, I'd love to see her big, naked tits. While continuing to stare at my sleeping mother, as if daring myself to walk in her bedroom and climb in bed with her, I stepped closer to her bedroom doorway for one, last, look before returning to my bedroom to masturbate myself in sexual frustration.

Maybe, one day, I'll summon the courage to walk in my mother's bedroom and stand beside her bed while masturbating myself. Maybe, one day, I'll climb in bed with her. Maybe, one day, I'll touch and feel my mother where I should never touch and feel my mother. Maybe, one day, she'll consensually allow me to have sex with her. If not, maybe, one day, I'll force her to have sex with me. Only, I'd never do that. I'd never force my mother to do anything that she wouldn't consensually and willingly want to sexually do.

I stared at her while listening to her sleep. Her mouth was slightly open and she was softly snoring. I fondled my stiff prick through my pajama bottoms as I imagined standing next to her while she was still in bed. I imagined pulling out my cock and masturbating myself. I imagined cumming all over my mother's pretty face, in her partially opened mouth, and all over her nightgown, clad breasts.

Only, the next morning, how would I ever explain cum all over my mother's face, in her hair, in her mouth, on her blanket and sheet, and across her nightgown. And what if she awakened while I was leaning over her and stroking my cock faster and harder. What could I possibly say in my defense? Humiliated, I'd be so embarrassed. I'd feel like such a perverted creep. How could I even think about masturbating all over my mother as she soundly slept.

'Opps, sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep until I'm done giving you a cum bath,' I imagined saying. 'If you don't mind, open your mouth a little more to give me a better target.'

I could always just tell her the truth.

'I saw you sleeping with your mouth open and I couldn't resist sticking my prick in your mouth. I hope you don't mind but I needed you to blow me. I needed you to suck my cock while stroking my prick. I needed to cum in your beautiful mouth,' I imagined saying to my mother as my lame excuse for sticking my erect dick in her beautiful mouth.

As it is, I felt like such a pervert for sexually lusting over my mother. She's my mother and not some whore that I picked up at a bar and invited home. I'd be humiliated for her to know that I masturbated all over her while she slept. I'd be embarrassed for her to know that I sexually wanted her. I'd be embarrassed if any of my friends and relatives knew that I wanted to have incestuous sex with my mother and/or was having incestuous sex with my mother.

Yet, if only I could see her big, naked tits, that would temporarily, sexually satisfy me. No doubt, more than just seeing my mother's naked tits, with one thing leading to another thing, I'd want to do much more than just look at them, stare at them, gawk at them, and ogle them. I'd want to touch them, feel them, fondle them, grope them, and suck them, while fingering her big nipples.

Not stopping there, I'd want her to stroke me while I continued staring at her naked breasts. I'd want her to blow him while I fondle her big tits. I'd want her to suck me while I pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples. Ready to defile her while having my wicked, sexual way with her naked body, I'd want to cum in her mouth, my mother's mouth, all over her beautiful face, and across her big, naked tits.

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I moved from her bedroom door to return to my room to masturbate over imagining having my wicked, sexual way with my mother's, naked tits. I'd do anything just to see her naked breasts. I'd do anything to touch, feel, fondled and grope her naked breasts while fingering and sucking her big nipples. The more that I thought about seeing and touching my mother's naked tits, the faster and harder I stroked myself while imagining my mother topless.

I stroked myself faster while imagining touching and feeling her naked tits. Then, cumming, yet again in a tissue while holding my mother's, empty, D cup bra and while imagining having my wicked, sexual way with her huge, naked tits, I was still horny. I was so very sexually frustrated. I'd do anything to have incestuous sex with my mother.

Unable to sleep, I got up early that morning to make coffee and make myself something to eat. Hating myself for disturbing her, I heard her getting out of bed and using the bathroom. I had awakened my mother. What kind of selfish and inconsiderate son was I not to allow my mother to peacefully sleep without being abruptly disturbed because I was unable to sleep?

Obviously, having heard me in the kitchen, unable to sleep either, Kathy entered the kitchen. I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping my coffee. Only, surprising me, instead of wearing a robe over her very sheer and very sexy nightgown, she entered the kitchen wearing just her nightgown. As if I was dreaming, I couldn't believe how much I was seeing of my mother. Literally, as if she was naked, the first time seeing her without her wearing a robe, I was shocked.

"Good morning," I said staring up at her while looking at all that I could see of her nearly, naked body through her nightgown while careful not to catch me looking and staring. "Sorry to have awakened you. I couldn't sleep," I said yawning and rubbing my eyes as my excuse to look longer and harder.

Normally, modestly moral, she always wore a robe over her nightgown but not this morning. This morning, with her nightgown so very shockingly sheer, as if she was naked, she was showing me all that I had hoped to see of her beautiful and nearly, naked body but that I had never seen before. My mother is so sexy. She's so very shapely. I wish I could see her topless. I wish I could see her naked.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe all that I was seeing of my MILF of a mother through her sheer nightgown. I couldn't believe that she emerged from her bedroom wearing just her nightgown and without wearing a robe.

I wondered if she knew how much I could see of her nearly, naked body. I wondered if she was deliberately exposing herself to me. Then, I wondered if she was deliberately sexually teasing me. Difficult for me to believe that she was, I wondered if she was horny. Difficult for me to believe that she would, I wondered if she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her.

She always wore a robe over her nightgown. I couldn't remember when I haven't seen my mother when not wearing her robe. I couldn't remember when I saw my mother in only her nightgown. A first time for everything, with us still sheltering in place and with one another 7-days-a-week and 24-hours-a day, and with her more comfortable with me, I wondered if she was always going to walk around me without wearing a robe.

With her nightgown short, low-cut, and very sheer, I stared at my mother as if she was naked. Already, I could feel my prick reacting to seeing my mother's, erect nipples through her nightgown. My cock pulsated to me seeing a black patch of my mother's trimmed, pubic hair through her nearly see-through nightgown. Then, when she turned toward the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and leaned slightly forward, I saw her sexy ass crack. My erect cock throbbed with the thought of lifting the back of her nightgown, bending her forward, and fucking my mother from behind.

'If only I could fuck my mother, I would fuck my mother,' I thought. 'If only she'd allow me to have my wicked, sexual way with her body, I'd be a happy man.'

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Unable to come up with another reason, clearly, this morning, my mother was sexually frustrated. This morning, something I had never seen before, she was horny. Otherwise, she would have denied me a sexy, nearly, naked view of her phenomenal body and worn her robe over her nightgown. Knowing full well what she was doing and what she was about to show me when she opened the refrigerator door without turning on the kitchen light, I could clearly see through her nightgown as if she was naked.

'Oh, my God,' I thought while staring at my mother's sexy behind as if she was naked, totally naked.

As if she was standing in front of a TSA, X-ray machine at the airport, for the first time, with my eyes bulging out of my head, I saw my mother's shapely, naked ass. Then, when she turned to face me and turned more to the side with the refrigerator door still wide open, as if she was topless, I saw the full shape and size of her big, naked tits, along with her erect nipples. As if she was naked and for all intents and purposes, she was, I saw her naked, black, pubic hair through her thin and sheer nightgown.

'After not seeing any part of her naked body before, I couldn't believe that I was seeing so very much of my nearly, naked mother, now,' I thought. 'With what I'm seeing embellished by all that I can imagine seeing, I can't believe that I'm seeing her as if she's naked. No wonder why she always wears a robe over her sheer and sexy nightgowns. Especially with the bright light of the refrigerator lighting her up in the background, they're virtually see-through without her wearing a robe over them.'

She turned from me to flick on the bright, overhead, kitchen light. The light was so bright that I could count my mother's black, pubic hairs. As if hypnotized, I stared at all that I could see of my mother's naked pussy before raising my line of sight to stare at all that I could see of my mother's big, naked tits through her nightgown. As if mesmerized, obviously, enamored with her big, Irish, milkmaid breasts, I continued staring at all that I could see of my mother's nearly, naked tits as if she was topless.

'As if she was standing before me naked when she stood in front of the opened, refrigerator door, I couldn't believe that I finally saw so very much of my mother's nearly, naked body,' I thought. I couldn't believe that I finally saw her nearly, naked tits.'

Still not done with her impromptu show of exhibitionism, she turned to face her me while walking closer to me. With our sexual needs seemingly and finally in synch, she smiled sexily at me as if she knew what I wanted. What I wanted was what she was showing me and what she hopefully wanted now, this morning. With her big tits nearly pressed against the side of my face, she leaned over me to pour herself a cup of coffee. If I turned my head, I could have literally sucked her nipples through her nightgown.

Tempted to touch her tits and feel her tits through her nightgown, when she leaned forward like that, the top of her nightgown fell forward with her. My eyes bugged out of my head with all that I could see the shape and the size of my mother's naked tits along with her erect nipples. I was so tempted to stick my horny hand down her open nightgown top and touch, feel, squeeze, and fondle her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. Only, I didn't dare. I'd never disrespect my mother by groping her naked breasts.

Giving me the perfect down-nightgown view of her naked tits and erect nipples, my mother flashed me all that I had hoped to see of her giant breasts. Did she deliberately flash me or did she unintentionally flash me? In the way that she continued flashing me, was she sexily teasing me? With her making no attempt to close her open top, I stared down at my mother's open nightgown top as if I had never seen naked tits and erect nipples before.