My Mums Tits

My Mums Tits

I was raised by a single mother, who had been divorced for as long as I could remember. I had grown up watching her, admiring her and all her curves; her massive tits were something I had always wanted to get my hands on.

My mum was a stunningly beautiful woman, with long blonde hair and an incredible body. She dressed modestly, usually wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but there was no denying that she was smoking hot. She was in her early 40s but had the body of a woman half her age. She often told me she worked out to keep herself looking young and she was clearly successful in that endeavor!

One summer afternoon, while I was lounging in the living room reading a book, I saw my mum walk down the hallway toward the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and a tiny thong. Instantly I became incredibly aroused and I couldn’t take my eyes off her body. Her tits were huge, her nipples prominent and I could just make out her small tuft of pubic hair beneath the tiny piece of fabric that barely covered her.

She must have sensed my voyeurism, because she suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder, shooting me a knowing glance before she continued her walk to the bathroom. I was paralyzed with lust and my eyes were glued to her. I heard the door to the bathroom shut and my trance was broken.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and pulled out a box of my most prized possessions: pornographic magazines, sex toys, and some lingerie that my mum had bought me for my birthday. I opened the magazine and found some pictures of women with huge tits and started fantasizing about my mum. I imagined myself running my hands all over her body, caressing her soft skin and fondling her large breasts. I imagined taking off her towel and devouring her body with my mouth, using my tongue to tantalize her nipples and exploring the depths of her pussy with my hands.

I took out one of my sex toys and started to simulate the things I wanted to do to my mum. I imagined that I was licking her nipples and getting her wet with my tongue, before slipping the toy inside her and fucking her hard. I stroked myself faster and faster as I imagined my mum screaming in pleasure and I exploded with an orgasm unlike any other.

I lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath and recover from my fantasy. Finally, I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower, but when I got there I saw my mum in the bathtub, her large tits still exposed. She was smiling when she saw me, and I could feel my face flush with embarrassment.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Just enjoying a nice, hot bath,” she replied, her voice playful. She knew I had been watching her earlier, and she liked it.

“I see,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her.

“Come here,” she said after a moment, her voice a little softer. I walked over to her and stood at the edge of the bathtub, my eyes still glued to her body.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said softly, her eyes now full of desire. I shook my head, unable to speak, and she smiled. She took my hand and placed it on her left breast and I felt my heart rate increase. She took my other hand and placed it on her right breast and I felt a wave of pleasure course through me.

“Do you like what you feel?” she whispered, her voice full of promise. I nodded, still unable to speak, and she smiled again. She grabbed a bar of soap and started to rub it between her hands before she lathered her breasts, her hands gliding over her soft skin. She then took my hands and guided them over her body, giving me a chance to really feel the curves of her large breasts.

My mum looked deeply into my eyes as I caressed her, and I felt my arousal grow even more. I leaned in to kiss her and she met me half way, our tongues tangling together as our kiss became more and more passionate. I slowly unclasped her towel and drank in the sight of her body. We moved to the bedroom and continued our exploration of each other’s bodies, with my mum guiding me through each step as I discovered new sensations with each caress of her soft skin.

For hours we made love and explored different positions and variations of pleasure. Every time I felt like I had reached my limit my mum seemed to know how to take me higher, and before long I was left a quivering mess of pleasure in her arms.

It had been an incredible experience, and I was left with a deep appreciation of my mum and her body. I thanked her for our time together and she smiled, her eyes full of love. We went back to the living room, and she went to the bathroom to shower and change.

As I watched her walk away, I felt a pang of realization hit me. As much as I appreciated my mum’s body, I also appreciated her mind and her heart. She had been there for me through all the tough times, and had taught me so much. I loved my mum, perhaps even more than I had ever realized.