Widow's New Breasts Lead to Incest

My name is Iris. After my husband died in a work accident, I received a hefty compensation package plus life insurance. I was suddenly a widow with two sons, 19 year old Jay and 18 year old Billy. They live with me, and they both work and help around the house. I paid off our mortgage with the settlement, invested a large sum and then decided to treat myself to some plastic surgery.

My breasts, although large and full, were sagging after having two children. I always wanted to restore their youthful firmness and smoothness. I was very busty as a young woman, and I missed the attention my cleavage brought. I also decided to go with an enlargement. At 39, I missed my husband, but I was also hoping to enjoy myself as a widow.

Recovery from surgery was traumatic. I was covered in bruises and in pain. My nipples were numb at first. The feeling came back slowly. Only after three weeks did the sensation begin to return. It scared me, as my nipples are one of my most erogenous zones. After a month, the bruising subsided and I could take a look at my transformation.

One evening after dinner I undressed in my bedroom and examined myself in the full-length mirror. My waist is still small, although I have stretch marks on my belly. My legs are shapely and my butt looks good for my age. Now my breasts are restored to their youthful firmness and even improved upon. I caressed my nipples. I was pleased to feel electric tingles running down to my clit. It was a relief to know the nerves had not been permanently damaged.

I kept touching my breasts as my clit hardened and stuck out. I wondered what my sons thought of my new figure. I had found my underwear and even a bra under their beds, soaked in cum. Their computer histories were littered with sites like "Slut Milfs", "Horny Stepmoms" and "Big Tit Moms". I knew my boys had healthy sexual appetites. I didn't mind them using my underwear if it helped them get relief. I wondered if my boob job made them more aware of their mother as a sexual being.

It's natural for boys to fantasize about their mom. They feel comfortable around her and they notice her body as their sexuality develops. They catch glimpses of her naked or bending over them at night with her breasts poking through her nightie. If they masturbate thinking about their mom's body what's the harm? Two handsome guys at the peak of their sexual development find me hot enough to fantasize about, why should that bother me?

Thoughts of my sons masturbating in my bras and panties kept running through my mind as I looked at my breasts and touched my nipples. I pushed my shaved pussy out, showing her off in the mirror. Would my sons like to see me like this? They already enjoyed my smell. What if I let them see my bare pussy and these tits when we said goodnight. Would that help them get a good night's sleep?

I kept touching myself, watching my big tits bounce provocatively in the mirror. Wasn't I just as hot as any "slut milf" or "big-tit mom" on the porn sites? The boys were in their rooms down the hall. I slept beside them every night, my body all soft, fragrant and juicy under the covers. I rubbed my clit harder, imagining my sons watching me. Would they masturbate if they saw me like this? I imagined them jerking their cocks fast and hard and I came hard, grinding my hips and trying to stifle my moans of pleasure.

I was surprised at myself as the waves subsided. I hadn't felt so aroused since my husband was alive. Since his death, I have often felt guilty thinking about other men. It felt like I was cheating on my late husband's memory. Perhaps that's why I was fantasizing about the boys. They are part of both of us, but they take after their dad.

Later that night, I couldn't stop thinking about my sons seeing my new tits. I put on a skimpy nightie and went down the hall to Billy's room. I knocked gently, not wanting to wake him. Hearing nothing, I turned the handle and slipped into his room. Billy was asleep, lying on his side, his face towards me. I tiptoed across the room and knelt by his bed to kiss him goodnight. Kneeling by his face, feeling his breath, my nipples hardened until they were stiff and tingling. I sat up and pushed my breasts out, until they were inches from his mouth. I wanted to feel his lips on me. I needed a man to get horny for my big tits and use me. I slipped my hand under Billy's sheet and put my fingers under the waistband of his boxers. His cock was soft, but it felt big. I stroked it, feeling it unfold and stiffen in my hand. Billy reminded me of Charlie and his big thing. I masturbated Billy gently. Then I freed my breasts from my nightie and touched my aching nipples to Billy's lips. Before I made him cum and woke him up, I tore myself away. I was tempted to go in Jay's room, but I didn't want to push my luck and risk being caught. I went back to my room, took off my nightie and lay on the bed, caressing my nipples and my clit. I imagined pulling back the sheets and seeing Jay naked with a hard-on. I would caress Jay's naked cock with my nipples and if he woke up I'd let him tit fuck me. That got me very horny and I had two nice orgasms before I fell asleep.

If anyone influenced me to get my breast enhancement, it was my cousin Charlene. She's two years older than me and never married or had kids. She had her breasts enlarged three years ago and they look fabulous. Charlene is an ambitious person. She was never going to be tied down by a man. After a long career as a successful seamstress and dressmaker, she was hired by a high-end swimsuit manufacturer to create individual, tailored swimwear and lingerie for super-rich women. Her job took her all over the world and she had recently returned from Dubai where she was making swimwear and lingerie for the wives of Saudi oil billionaires.

"Under their burkas, these ladies wear the sexiest underwear," she told me. "They can't go to the beach or be seen in a bikini, but they have mansions with giant saunas and indoor pools and walled gardens with Olympic-size pools they hardly even use. The extravagance is unreal! They pay me a fortune to come to their houses and tailor bespoke swimwear and lingerie that no-one ever sees but them and their husbands."

I invited Charlene to stay with me for the weekend and told her I wanted her to make me some bras and bikinis. Summer was beginning I was having trouble finding swimsuits that fit my breasts and DDD bras that weren't for pregnant women. When Charlene arrived we took the boys out for dinner, and I saw them eyeing her cleavage. She noticed and called them on it.

"You like my boobs boys?" She asked, "What do you think of your mom's new look? Isn't she fabulous?"

The boys nodded and smiled. They weren't used to being spoken to so directly. They began concentrating on their burgers and Charlene winked at me. After we left the restaurant, we went straight home. The boys went to their rooms and Charlene and I went to my bedroom so she could measure me.

"I can't wait to see how they look," she said. "You really went big and it suits you darling. You're even bigger than me."

"Do you mind if I see your breasts," Charlene, I said. "I never saw them in the flesh and now that I've had surgery, I'm interested in comparing."

"Of course," Charlene said, unbuttoning her fitted shirt. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

We both took off our tops and bras. Charlene's breasts were amazing! They are huge, firm and slightly conical, tapering out to a point at the dark nipples and sticking out dramatically above her trim waist. She has no stretch marks on her belly and looks incredibly youthful for 41 with no noticeable wrinkles or sagging flesh.

"My God, Iris," Charlene said, stepping closer to my breasts, "You look incredible. They are perfect! Even bigger than mine, and so sexy! You're going to have men lining up to date you!"

"Yeah," I said, "I'm still getting over Charlie, you know, but when the time is right I hope to find someone."

"I know you're still grieving," Charlene said, "But you know what they say. The best way to get over one man is get under another one."

Charlene kept her top off as she measured me carefully from every angle, around the circumference, over my shoulders, and from various angles. As she took notes and got in close, holding the tape, her nipples brushed mine. I was surprised by the thrill of arousal our contact gave me. Charlene also ran her soft hands over both my breasts carefully tracing their shape. Her fingers lingered on my nipples and she had a way of teasing them that made my clitoris stand out and demand attention. I noticed Charlene's pointy nipples were also swollen and hard.

"I can't help it Iris," Charlene breathed at one point, "your breasts excite me. I think you're feeling that way too, are you?"

"Yes," I breathed, "You've got me all wet and my clit is tingling. I so want a guy to use these tits."

"Can I?" Charlene asked.

"Yes," I said, "Please kiss them!"

Charlene tossed her tape and notebook on the dresser. She stepped closer and began touching my breasts gently, running her fingertips all over them and caressing my stiff nipples. The tingling in my clit increased almost unbearably.

"Oh my God," I moaned, "My pussy is so aroused. I need to touch it."

"Let me," Charlene whispered. She slid her hand inside my panties and rubbed my clit. "Does that feel good? I'm going to finger you baby, I want to feel you cum."

Charlene slid her middle finger inside my dripping slit. Her big firm breasts were swaying against mine and the feel of our nipples touching was driving me crazy.

"You're so swollen and your juice is running down my hand," Charlene whispered in my ear, as she slid another finger deep inside me. "You're hot baby. I want to feel your pussy contract on my finger. Cum for me Iris. Let me see your pretty face cum!"

"OOH FUCK!" I groaned as I rode Charlene's fingers to a huge orgasm. She slid her thigh between my legs and I rubbed myself up and down on her soft flesh to another orgasm.

Charlene kissed my mouth and sucked my nipples, increasing the exquisite sensations as I came and came on her.

"Wow," she said when I finally stopped cumming. "You're so sexy Iris. I love seeing your face when you cum darling! You make such pretty moans. Why haven't we done this before? We've been cousins all our lives and I've always wanted you."

We took a shower together and soaped each other's breasts. Charlene made me lean back on the wet tile and fingered me to three more huge orgasms as she sucked my breasts. Finally I got on my knees, opened her thighs and licked her sweet pussy to multiple orgasms.

Afterwards, we dried each other and lay on my bed in our robes, like naughty schoolgirls. Charlene told me she had always been attracted to men and women. Then in her business she found many of her female clients were lonely and horny.

"They enjoy the extra services I provide," Charlene smiled, "I do too, of course. But I want to know about you now. How have you been feeling since Charlie died?"

I told her I needed love and sex, but I was conflicted about seeing other men.

"The only male attention I get is from my boys. They enjoy my underwear. I've found my panties and bras under their beds. Since my breast enhancement they've really started paying attention to me. I know it's sad that I'm excited by my sons, but they remind me of Charlie and they're safe and sweet. I'd never cross that line, of course!"

I wasn't ready to tell her about going in Billy's room.

"Well I would!" Irene giggled, "My God Iris, Billy and Jay are gorgeous. When we were having dinner, it was adorable. They couldn't keep their eyes off our breasts. Two busty MILFS across the table! I was so curious if we were giving them erections, I couldn't stop myself. I put my hand on Billy's thigh under the table and stroked his big bulge for a few seconds. Are you mad at me Charlene?'

I gave her a dirty look and then smiled and shook my head.

"To be honest, I went in his room the other night and touched his cock while he was sleeping. I didn't have sex with him or make him cum, but I wanted to!"

"Wow!" Charlene breathed, "That is so hot, baby. If you don't want to help them lose their virginity, send them to my place for the summer. I'll teach them everything they need to know. Then when they come home they can use their skills on you."

"Are you serious Charlene?" I asked, "Would you really have sex with my sons? That's incest you know."

"I know," Charlene said, "It's the best sex you can have. I've done it before with my brother when we were Billy and Jay's age. My brother Shaun is hot, don't you think?"

I nodded and gulped. Shaun was HOT and I had lusted after him myself as a teenage girl.

"I never told you this, but one summer when I turned eighteen and he was nineteen, our parents went away for the weekend and left us alone. Shaun and I were very hormonal and he kept looking at my body. I couldn't help myself. I came in his room and climbed in bed with him the first night. He took my virginity and we fucked non-stop the whole weekend. Oh my God, Iris. It's the best sex I've ever had. Incest is incredible, honey. Us touching each other is hot too. You're my cousin and I've always wanted to feel you naked against me. It's hot fucking your cousin, don't you agree? I can't imagine how good mother-son sex would be."

"So what happened afterwards with you and Shaun?" I asked. I wanted more details. The idea of Charlene and Shaun together turned me on. "He's married now. Do you guys still see each other?"

"Yes we do," Charlene said, "This is top secret, but we never stopped after that first weekend. His wife knows nothing, but I think she suspects. He comes to see me whenever he gets the chance. We still can't keep our hands off each other. That's one reason why I never married. I already have the man of my dreams! I know he's married, but she will never take my place. He tells me that every time we're together and I know it's true. The sex is so good, no wife or husband could compare. I'll never love any man the way I love my brother and he feels the same about me."

"Oh my God," I said. "That is so romantic Charlene! You are lucky!"

"Well you can have the same or double with your boys, Iris! I'd invite them both into bed the first time so no-one feels left out. I'd want them to have me right away. No foreplay. Don't worry about premature ejaculation. They'll be so excited by your tits and pussy, they'll cum as soon as they touch you. Women complain about that, but I love when a young guy is so excited by my body that he can't stop himself. I'd tell Billy (he's my favorite), if you need to cum, please cum in me, Billy. Cum as fast as you want! You can fuck me longer next time, but if you feel it welling up your shaft, just let it go. Then Jay would take his turn. I'd say the same to him. Jay, if my pussy grips you and she excites you too much, go on and cum in her. She loves a hard cock creaming in her! Cum all you want in me, baby."

After Charlene told me this I was all a dither. She kept talking about Billy and Jay cumming in me. I couldn't stop imagining how much cum my boys had stored up inside them. I love when a man cums in me for the first time and makes me his, and I was dying to feel a guy cum on my new tits. Having two young horny guys cum in me over and over would be incredible!

Charlene got busy, cutting and sewing my bikinis and bras. She made me some beautiful things in gorgeous, expensive fabrics that fitted perfectly. I was so grateful. I wanted to pay her, but she wouldn't hear of it. That night, we slept together and made love until dawn. When she left on Sunday, I cried on her shoulder.

"I'm going to miss you so much Charlene," I whispered. "Please come back soon."

" I adore you my beautiful cousin," Charlene said, kissing my face and lips. "Don't worry, baby, I can't wait to see you again. We're going to spend many days and nights. We have the rest of our lives, and I can't wait."

After Charlene left, I missed her immediately. I felt empty inside. I realized how much the lack of affection and love in my life was hurting me. It was wonderful to have sex after so long, but it was also the closeness and love I felt with Charlene. I saw clearly why dating strangers didn't appeal to me. I was used to having sex with Charlie, my husband who I loved and trusted. The sex with Charlene was warm and intense because I loved her as well as being attracted to her. Maybe she was right, incest was a way to find instant closeness and love with someone, even the first time. She had given herself to her brother, and she said it was the best sex of her life. I couldn't help thinking about what she said about Jay and Billy visiting her. I knew she wasn't joking. If they went to stay with her, I knew Charlene would invite them into her bed.

Why did that turn me on? I lay in bed that night, smelling Charlene on my sheets, and picturing Jay and Billy having sex with her. My God, if they saw her naked, they would be so hard. If she let them touch her tits they'd cum all over themselves. I know I was fantasizing about them and Charlene because it helped me keep my fantasies about them at a safe distance.

The next day I decided I wanted to try out one of my new bikinis. I have a friend who lives in an apartment complex with a pool. She gave me the entrance code so me and the boys can use her pool in the summer. At breakfast I told the boys to get their swimsuits, we were going to the pool. I tried on the three bikinis Charlene had made for me. They all looked fabulous, but I chose one made from peach colored cotton terrycloth. The cups held my breasts softly without too much support. They didn't need support! The panty was a small peach cup with a high waisted string. The terry cup clung to my shaved pussy, but didn't get between my lips and give me too obvious of a camel toe. I wore a light sundress over my bikini, found three beach towels and we drove to the pool.

The boys found us three long pool chairs, and we positioned ourselves beside the clear water at the deep end. Kids were splashing in the shallow end with their moms. Around us were two or three couples and some young, single guys. I felt their eyes on me as I removed my sun dress and adjusted my hair. I walked to the shallow end, letting my boobs bounce, and sat among the kids, getting my toes and ankles wet and testing the water. Then I walked slowly back, my big tits bouncing. I kept adjusting the bikini string around my waist, pulling the cup around my pussy tighter. Between my butt cheeks, the string disappeared and I knew I was showing off plenty of ass. My boys were checking me out as I sat down between them.

I asked if they wanted me to put sunscreen on their backs, but they were embarrassed to have me treat them like kids in public. I applied sunscreen oil to my neck and shoulders and rubbed it into the exposed areas of my breasts. Then I oiled my thighs, calves, ankles and feet. Lastly, I stood up and spread oil on my pale ass. Two young males nearby watched closely through their shades. Enjoying the attention, I made sure to bend over and reapply sunscreen to my ankles, letting my big breasts sway for their enjoyment.

As I lay back on my tanning chair, I glanced at Jay and Billy's swim trunks. They both had noticeable bulges. It seemed that Billy's bulge was bigger than Jay's. I wondered who had the bigger cock and how they looked naked. Did their cocks resemble their dad's? Charlie was a big man, well endowed and a heavy ejaculator. I closed my eyes, remembering Charlene talking about my boys. If I invited them into my bed, would they get so excited that they'd ejaculate as soon as they touched me? If I let them enter me would they cum right away? I felt my lips open and my clit stand up. The terrycloth pouch gripped my swollen pussy and the soft material felt good on my clit. I hoped I wasn't getting too wet and showing through my bikini. I couldn't look to check without being obvious, so I decided to get wet all over in the pool.