Silicone Pocket Tits and Nipples #1
As if they're his personal, custom made, worry stones, Jim carries his mother's pocket tits with him in his pockets wherever he goes.
I created a new invention. My invention is designed for men who love women's breasts. My new invention is called Pocket Tits. Yet, these are not just generic, pocket tits, oh, no. These are personalized, pocket tits. These are customized made images of breasts of your loved ones made from the photos that you send me.
All that customers need to do is to send me the front and the side photos of the naked breasts that they want me to duplicate with my 3D printer. Then, I'll send them their personalized, silicone pocket tits for $39.99 plus tax and shipping. My first day in business, I had one-hundred orders. I received one-hundred photos of naked breasts of various women, young, old, white, brown, black, and everything in between posing topless.
I came up with the idea when I was sleeping and dreaming of what else, women's naked breasts. Then, suddenly, I dreamt of manufacturing miniature, silicone, cloned breasts that are small enough that men could carry in their pockets. Whenever they feel horny, they just have to stand with their hands in their pockets while thinking of the woman who modeled for their pocket tits.
Only, now that I had the idea, I needed a model. What to do? Who to ask? I had no idea. What woman would show me her naked breasts for me to photograph them, copy them, and sell them?
With women having different shapes and sizes of breasts, I needed a lot of models. I needed a lot of photos of topless. I needed white models, brown models, black models, and Asian models. I needed three topless photos of each model, one from the front and two more from each side.
Only, who could I ask to model? Who'd allow me to photograph them topless? Who'd allow me to duplicate their naked breasts to use as my example? I can't go out into the street and ask women to show me their naked breasts and allow me to photograph their naked breasts.
'Excuse me, miss. If you wouldn't mind, would you please show me your naked breasts. I'd love to photograph you topless,' I imagined saying to strange women. "I'd like to use your breasts as my model to make pocket tits."
I imagined her spraying me with mace while yelling for the police.
'Help! Police! Police! Help!'
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Not wanting to be arrested for molesting women, I racked my brain. Who would allow me to photograph their naked breasts from the front and from the sides? Who would allow me to copy their naked breasts and give me their permission to use their breasts as clones to make pocket tits? Who can I ask to show me and allow me to photograph their naked breasts without them thinking of me as a pervert?
While wishing that I could, I just can't walk up to strange women in the street, women I don't know, and ask them to show me their tits. They'd report me to the police. I'd be arrested. I needed to ask women that I already know, but who? None of the women in my life would show me and allow me to photograph their naked breasts. If I dared ask, they'd definitely think me perverted. They'd tell my girlfriend that I asked to see their naked breasts.
Or would they, I wondered? Maybe I'm overthinking this. It's just tits. What's the big deal? Whether wearing low-cut blouses or revealing bikinis, women are always flashing their breasts. Women show their tits all the time. Perhaps not their naked breasts but women love flashing men views of their partial breasts.
While thinking more about it, would women who are related to me, and women that I know allow me to not only see their naked breasts but also allow me to photograph them while topless? Even more than that, would they allow me to clone their breasts for me to manufacture copies to sell? What woman in her right mind would allow me to see, photograph, and sell copies of her naked breasts?
Maybe, they'd be sexually aroused by the idea of copies of their breasts being circulated all over the world. Maybe, in the way that Betty Grable had great legs, Jayne Mansfield had great breasts, and Charlize Theron has a beautiful face, women may like copies of their breasts becoming famous. Who knows? If I knew what women think, I'd be a rich man.
Unable to think of anyone, I racked my brain thinking of women willing me to give me their consent to not only see, but also to photograph, and clone their naked breasts. I thought of all of the women that I knew. I wondered if any of them would not only allow me to see their naked breasts but also would allow me to photograph their naked breasts.
Finally, would they allow me to clone the images of their breasts to manufacture as pocket tits? I didn't know. I wouldn't know until I asked them. Only, who do I ask?
Unable to think of anyone else, taking a giant leap of faith and trust, I dared myself to ask the women that I know. What do I have to lose? Either they'll say yes or they'll say know. I won't know what they'll say until I ask them.
While wondering if they'd indulge me, I needed to ask my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandmother if they'd allow me to use their naked breasts as my pocket tits models. It sexually excited me to imagine seeing and photographing my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandmother's naked breasts. Fixated on seeing their naked breasts, I wondered what their naked breasts looked like.
I needed to ask my girlfriend, her mother, her sister, her aunt, her cousin, her grandmother, our friends, my neighbors, and my co-workers to not only show me their naked tits but also allow me to photograph their naked breasts. Again, it sexually excited me to imagine seeing and photographing my girlfriend, her mother, her sister, her aunt, her cousin, and her grandmother's naked breasts. Out of all of those women, surely someone will show me their breasts and allow me to photograph their tits.
To hopefully entice them to pose topless for me, I'd even pay them a commission based upon the number of pocket tits of their likeness sold. Who knows, maybe these women would love men carrying around personalized versions of their tits in their pockets? Maybe, these women would love to show and have their naked breasts photographed as much as I'd love to see and photograph their naked breasts.
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While working up to it, first on my list of women to ask, I started by asking my 52-year-old MILF of a mother, Sally, to show me her naked breasts. She has a sexy and shapely body with C cup breasts. Even though I've never seen my mother's tits, other than stealth and quick down nightgown views of her naked breasts, I'm sure that she has perfect breasts. Yet, I was as nervous as I was sexually excited to ask my mother if I could see, photograph, and use her naked breasts as my models, I wondered if she would.
While hoping that she doesn't think of me an incestuous pervert, what son would dare ask his mother to see and photograph her naked breasts? What mother would allow her son to see and photograph her naked breasts? I wouldn't know if my mother would show me and allow me to photograph her naked breasts until I asked. Daring myself to ask her, I'd love to not only see my mother's naked breasts but also, I'd love to photograph her big tits.
Having just awakened and not showered yet, with my 35mm Canon camera strapped around my neck, I went downstairs in my uniform of choice, my T-shirt, my pajama bottoms without wearing underwear, and my Ugg slippers. I needed coffee before explaining my new business venture to my mother. Daring myself to do so, hoping to capture her interest, I needed to ask my mother if she'd pose topless for me. Just the thought of my mother agreeing to pose topless gave me an erection that tented my pajama bottoms.
Whether she posed topless for me or not, I'll be masturbating later over imagining seeing my mother's naked breasts. I'll be masturbating over imagining photographing her topless. I'll be masturbating over showing my friends her big tits.
As usual, she was wearing her short, sheer, and low-cut nightgown without having the modesty of wearing a robe over it. With her working from home, unless she had to leave the house to run errands, she always wore sexy nightgowns without underwear. Without turning on the kitchen light, I watched her open the refrigerator door to get out eggs, bacon, bread, butter, and jam. Giving me more to masturbate over, the light from the opened refrigerator door lit her up and passed through her nightgown as if she was naked.
It was the same when she walked in front of the television in a darkened living room. The bright light of the TV lit her up as if she was walking through a TSA X-ray machine. I loved it when she opened my bedroom curtains and the living room drapes.
The bright sunlight shone through her sheer nightgown and illuminated her as if she was naked. When she faced the window, I could see the shape of her naked ass and her ass crack. Then, when she turned to face me, I could see the size of her breasts, the impressions of her erect nipples, and her patch of trimmed, brown, pubic hair.
Unable to remove my horny eyes from the silhouette of her naked image, I stared at my nearly mother. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. I hoped she'd agree to show me her naked breasts and allow me to photograph them, too. As if there was a drumroll of sexual anticipation going off in my head, curious for her reaction to my question, I wondered what she'd say. Taking a big breath for courage, I dared myself to ask her to pose topless for me.
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Whether unintentional or deliberate, she was always showing me something of her that I shouldn't see. With me sitting across from her in my reclining chair and her sitting on the couch with the hem of her nightgown hiked up her thighs, every time she crossed and uncrossed legs, she flashed me her naked pussy. Then, every time she leaned forward, she flashed me the tops of her naked breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage. I've lost count how many times that I've masturbated over seeing quick flashes of my mother's naked pussy and her big, naked breasts.
Being the incestuous and horny pervert that I am, I stared at all that I could see of my mother's naked breasts through her nightgown. I could clearly see the size and the shape of her big breasts. I even could see the impressions of her brown, symmetrical areolas, and her brown, erect nipples.
I loved my mother's tits. It was fitting that she, hopefully, should be my first topless model. I hoped she'd show her naked breasts to me. Only, even more than just showing me her naked tits, would she pose for me topless? Would she allow me to photograph her topless? Would she agree to have me duplicate her naked breasts for the world to see?
"What's with the camera," she asked while leaning forward to pour me a cup of coffee?
As soon as she leaned forward, her nightgown top leaned forward, and opened wide with her. She gave me a perfect down nightgown view of her naked breasts and her erect nipples. I saw my mother's tits. Giving me something to masturbate over later, I loved seeing her naked breasts and erect nipples.
When she wasn't flashing me up nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, she flashed me down nightgown views of her naked breasts. My mother constantly and continually gave me an erection. With the side of my big dick visible through the opening of my pajama pee home, giving my mother something to see, my erect cock already tented my pajama bottoms. While wondering if she'd look, stare, or look away, I wondered what she'd say if I pulled out my prick and dick flash her.
"I'm starting a new business today, mother," I said, giving her a smile.
In the way that I stared at all that I could see of her naked breasts through her nightgown, she looked down and stared at the stiff impression that my erect cock made in my pajama bottoms. I wondered if she wanted to see my naked prick as much as I wanted to see her naked breasts. I waited to see her reaction to me telling her that I was starting a new business. She smiled.
"And I need a model," I said when she didn't respond.
I paused to watch her reaction to me telling her that I needed a model. Then, I said what I was thinking.
"With you so beautiful, I'd love for you to model for me, mother."
As if I had just complimented her by asking her to be my model, and I did, she gave me a big smile.
"Sure," she said while giving me another big smile. "I'd love to model for you. Just let me get dressed, fix my hair, and put on my makeup," she said.
I touched my mother's hand while shaking my head.
"There's no need for you to get dressed, fix your hair, and/or to put on makeup, mother," I said. "I'm not going to photograph your face," I said.
