My Moms Big Breasts

My Mom’s Big Breasts

It had been six months since I moved out of my mother’s house, and I was desperate to see her again. I hadn’t seen her since I left, and I was yearning for her presence. I had always been close with my mom, ever since I was a young boy, but something had changed between us since I had moved out.

I thought about her often, and I was sure she was thinking about me too. We had always been close, and I knew she missed me as much as I missed her. I thought about the conversations we used to have, the little things we used to do together, and most of all, her big beautiful breasts.

My mother had always been well endowed in the bust department, and I had always been a bit of a breast fetishist. I loved looking at her big, round breasts, and I was always mesmerized by their sheer size and beauty. I had fantasized about them for years, and I was sure that at least some of my fantasies had to have been mutual.

So, when I finally got the chance to go and visit my mother, I was ecstatic. I had been planning it for weeks, and I was sure that this would be the perfect opportunity to finally explore my deepest fantasies with her. I had imagined countless scenarios of how we would explore our sexual desires, and I was determined to make them all come true.

When I arrived at my mother’s house, she was overjoyed to see me. We hugged and kissed, and then she led me into the living room. We sat down and talked for a while, catching up on all the things we had missed while I was away. We talked about my new job, her new boyfriend, and of course, her big breasts.

My mother had always been proud of her figure, but I could tell she was especially proud of her chest. She told me about how many men had complimented her on her figure, and how she felt truly beautiful when she wore tight-fitting clothing. I could tell she was waiting for me to take the lead, so I finally did.

I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, and then I began to explore her body with my hands and mouth. I started with her neck, then moved down to her breasts. I cupped them in my hands, feeling the weight of them in my palms. I kissed them softly, and then began to tease her nipples with my tongue.

My mother moaned in pleasure and I could feel her body start to relax. I continued to kiss and lick her breasts, exploring every inch of them. I ran my tongue around her nipples, and then moved down to her stomach. I felt her body quiver as I reached her most intimate area.

I continued to explore her body, kissing and licking her in all the right places. She began to moan louder and louder, and I could feel her body tense with pleasure. I kept going until I was sure she was ready, and then I finally entered her.

As I thrust into her, I looked down into her eyes and saw pure pleasure. I continued to thrust as her body quivered beneath me, and soon I was close to orgasm. I felt my body tense, and then I let out a loud moan as I released inside her.

Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I kissed my mother’s forehead, and she thanked me for making her feel so special. We stayed there, enjoying the moment until the sun began to set. Then we got up, showered and went out for dinner.

The next day, I returned home, but my thoughts were still with my mother and her big beautiful breasts. We had shared something special that night, and I knew it was something I would never forget. No matter how far away I may be, my mother’s big breasts will always be with me.