I had always been curious about fake breasts ever since I'd heard of the existence of them from my cousin. Looking back now, its ridiculous that I had assumed they were cold, just because they were a foreign body implanted into a womans breast cavity, but that was what I had thought and what prompted my curiosity in the first place.
I cannot for the life of me remember how the conversation came up, but I remember being in my Mum's cottage lounge, discussing the implant that she had received a number of months before. She had opted for in implant after a single mastectomy, effected as a precautionary measure due to having discovered a potentially cancerous lump during a mamogram.
I had asked her if it was uncomfortable having a cold lump of silicon in there. To my surprise, she not only told me that it wasn't cold, as it got warmed to body temperature by being in there, but offered to let me feel it to demonstrate. Shocked at the offer, I immediately responded "No way, ugh, you're my mum", with a slightly repulsed expression, but internally, my cock tingled at the thought, and my curiosity desperately wanted to know what a fake boob felt like.
Mum simply laughed and emphasised that we were having a serious anatomical discussion, nothing sexual, and there was nothing to be ashamed of about feeling her breast to satisfy genuine curiosity. Half reluctantly, half excited but hiding it, I moved over to her and let her lead my hand to cup her left breast. It was more sexually exciting than I'd expected it would be, and not a thought about satisfying curiosity entered my head, it had become instantly sexual for me, but I had to hide it so I quickly redirected the conversation and said I couldnt tell through her bra, totally missing the hint I'd given if reading between the lines.
Again she surprised me by exclaiming that she should've realised that and, without letting go of my hand, pulled her blouse to the side, slipped her bra cup down, and put my hand back onto her breast. Her nipple immediately hardened, and so did my cock. I didn't know where to look, I'd seen a quick glimpse of her tit as she pulled down her cup and placed my hand on it, and it looked gorgeous despite her age. More importantly, I was holding my mothers tit, with her permission, and standing to her side with an erection at her head height, fuck!
How did i get into this situation? I must have held her tit for a minute or so, just enjoying the sensation, so when she broke the silence with "Well?", shit, i'd totally zoned out just enjoying the feel of her tit! I just blurted out in panic, "Feels good!".
Suddenly realising what I'd just said, i stumbled over my words, trying to correct the meaning and failing miserably. She giggled slightly and then exclaimed, "Oh, sorry, silly me, you need a comparison". Slipping the other side of her blouse off her shoulder and lowering her right cup, she reached to my left hand and pulled it to her right tit, fuck me, I was in heaven.
I don't know whether because I was holding a real womans tits, or because of the taboo that it was my Mum's, but i was more aroused than I ever had been. More than the first time with a girlfriend, more than when fucking my Sister, even more than on my one time being jerked off in my half sleep by Martin (another story). But what to do. I had a real womans tits in my hands and it felt great, but it was my Mum.
I snapped back into reality and remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I looked at my Mum and she had a slight knowing smile on her face. "Do they feel different?", they did, not a lot, but yes. They were both hot, in more ways than one, but her fake was not cold like I had imagined. And her nipples were both now hard but I couldn't tell if that was from nakedness or horniness, I presumed the former, cos, why would my Mum be turned on by my touch?
