Mom’s New Body

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I was excited to get home for the summer after finishing my junior year of college. I have a great job by the pier lined up where I can spend most of my days watching hot babes in bikinis tanning on the beach, I had just turned 21 and will finally be able to go to all the best nightclubs, and best of all I will finally be getting to see girlfriend, Amber, whose also home from her college, who enjoys sex whenever and anywhere. I have purposely kept myself from all the beautiful and very willing women at my college just so I could savor the moment when I finally get to have Amber in the back seat of my car again.

There’s only one thing that I am not looking forward to seeing my mother. Let me explain; I love my mother and we have a great relationship. I enjoy spending time with her as much as I do with some of my own friends. But recent events have kept me from fully enjoying seeing her upon my return.

The situation had started three months ago on the last day of spring break when I was last at home. I was spending the evening getting my luggage ready and preparing for the long drive back to school. My mother came in and sat down on my bed looking very nervous.

“You almost done, Avery?” she asked.

“Almost,” I said. “I want to finish early so I could get a good night’s rest because I have to leave very early tomorrow.”

“That’s good,” she said. “That’s good.”

“Is something wrong, mom?” I asked. “You seem nervous.”

“Nothing’s wrong, but there is something I have to talk to you about. Please sit down.”

I stopped packing and sat down next to her on my bed. At that point I was also nervous because the last time she asked me to sit down next to her like this she had found my porno magazines. She wasn’t too mad, she just asked me to never bring some of the filthier ones into the house ever again. She was ok with me having playboys because she felt that it’s a classier porno magazine, but just not the others.

“I have come to a decision about something and before I tell you I just wanted to let you know that it’s not something that I just thought of right away, I have been thinking about this for many years now.”

“What is it, mom?”

“After tomorrow, while you’re away at school, I will be getting… breast implants.”

I was quite shocked by her announcement. Of all women, I would never have expected my own mother of wanting breast implants. She was always a beautiful woman; for someone of 42, she always looked 30, beautiful blonde hair, full read lips, always went to the gym and kept herself in great shape. As for her breasts, she did have a good C-cup size; I’ve seen her in bikinis plenty of times she looks good in them. She never had trouble dating men; they all fell hard for her.

“I don’t get it mom,” I said after a long silence. “Why? You seem to have a… you know… a good size…um-“

“Yeah, I guess they’re alright,” she said. “But I’ve always wanted them to be bigger. I always felt that they should be bigger and I think I will feel great and very confident of myself if I had bigger breasts.”

I didn’t know what to say. I always thought of my mother as a confident woman; even after my father left us years ago for a younger woman she never let that affect her and began dating men almost immediately. But at the same time I knew she wasn’t the type of person who would just do something without thinking about it long and hard first, weighing the pros and cons of it all. If bigger breasts are what she wanted, I would be ok with it, even if I’m really not.

“Ok, Mom, I’m alright with that,” I assured her.

“Oh, thank you honey,” she said and gave me a big hug before she left my room.

It was never brought up during our emails to each other while I was at school, except for the day that it happened telling me the surgery was a success. I never thought about it much because I spent most of my time studying and going to great parties. At one point I completely forgot about it until I was driving half way home and it hit me that I would be seeing my mother in a whole new way for the first time. When I was almost home, I assured myself that I would not let her new look affect me in any way and I would spend the whole summer having fun.

After I pulled into my driveway I got out and unloaded my luggage from the trunk. Just then my mother stormed out of the house, ran right up to me and gave me a big hug. I hugged her in return and noticed right away how my arms didn’t completely wrap around her as far as it usually would when I hugged her and realized the two large bumps pressing up against my chest. We let go of the hug and I noticed that she was wearing a white tank-top that formed perfectly around her new breasts and was shocked at how big they were. She went from a small C-cup to a decent size D-cup.

“You’re noticing them, aren’t you?” she asked with a smile.

“What?” I said with a tone of shock. “No, I was just… just…”

“It’s Ok, it is kind of a shock to almost everybody who first notices them, and you’ll avcılar elit escort get over it. Now let’s get you inside so I could feed you some dinner.”

After I took my luggage to my room I went to the kitchen to have dinner with Mom. We spent the next hour catching up, telling each other stories about what each of us were doing while I was away. We didn’t mention breasts until she caught me looking at them again.

“Stop that, I’m your mother.”

“Oh, sorry, mom,” I said with embarrassment and looked away from her. “I should not have looked, I feel like such a pervert.”

“It’s Ok; it does take some getting used to. You’ll get over it.”

“While we’re on the subject, how are they working out for you?”

“Great,” she said delightfully. “All my girlfriends are jealous of me and are considering doing the same. I’m also making a lot of those younger women at the gym jealous of me as well, now they know how I used to feel. I feel great… except…”

“Except what?” I asked.

“Oh its nothing, it’s just that before I did alright with dating me, but now I seem to be slowing down with them. I would’ve figured that betting bigger boobs would attract them more, but it’s not.”

“Maybe they’re just intimidated by how great you look,” I said.

“That could be it. I’m sure I’ll be dating again in no time.”

After we finished dinner, I left to see Amber. I hadn’t had sex in three months and wanted her badly. Unfortunately things didn’t turn out the way I wanted. When I got to her place there was another guy there with her. She wanted to wait to tell me the next day that she met someone else from her own school. I spent three months turning down hot sorority babes to save myself for her and she was banging some other guy this whole time. FUCK! I didn’t really care about her seeing someone else, I knew it wasn’t going to last between us. It was mostly wild sex that kept us together this long.

After I left Amber’s place I went straight to the nearest strip club and spent the night getting a few lap dances. Afterwards I went home to jerk off. On my way to my room I ran into my mother who just came out of her bedroom in her underwear. It was your standard white underwear, I’ve seen her in her bra and panties by accident plenty of times, but this time her bra showed off a large amount of cleavage that I could not help but to stare at.

“OOPS!” she said laughing as she ran back into her bedroom. “Sorry”, she yelled from her room. “Thought you wouldn’t be home just yet.”

“That’s ok, “I assured her.

I went to my room and locked the door. I dropped my pants and underwear and sat down in my desk chair. I began jerking off, thinking about those strippers I was just with. I was particularly thinking of the blonde stripper with big tits. When I was getting to the pinnacle of my masturbation, the image suddenly changed… to my mother. I wasn’t just imagining her naked, I was imagining having sex with her and sucking on her new big tits. I actually thought about stopping, but I was right at the edge and eventually shot an entire load of cum into some tissues I had ready. Afterwards when I settled down I felt enormously guilty for what I had just done, but at the same time very much satisfied.

The next morning I came downstairs to have breakfast with mom, we did not mention about me accidentally seeing her in her underwear. It has happened so many times over the years we just learned to let it go when it happens. But this time I couldn’t let it go, I kept thinking of her in her underwear and how I jerked off to the idea of fucking her last night. Later she left to go to work and I went upstairs to take a shower. I was planning to jerk off in there but swore to myself that I would think of somebody else. I stripped off my clothes and went to put in the hamper where I saw on top mom’s bra and panties from last night. I picked up the bra and looked at it. I found the tag on it that said it was for 36D cups. I instinctively brought it up to my face and gave it a big whiff. “Fuck it” I thought to myself. I went to the shower and jerked off to my mother again. I imagined fucking her in every possible position that I could think of. My dick had never felt so hard before, it was like stroking a lead pipe. I finished up about 20 and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty this time. In fact, it was so amazing that I decided that there was no harm in continuing to do so.

Over the next month whenever I got the chance I would try to get a peek at my mom’s new tits without staring, would try to instigate an “accidental” look at her in her underwear, sniff her bras and panties. I even found an excuse to take a few photos of her when she was wearing something particularly sexy. When she went out with her friends for the weekend and came back with photos, I snuck a few of her bikini ones away and made copies of them on my computer.

I tried not to only think about her. I went to strip clubs; I met other girls at nightclubs and local parties avcılar escort also met some girls in bikinis when they came to my workplace from the beach. I didn’t sleep with any of them, but I had a few great blow jobs out of some of them. But no matter how much I tried not to think about it, my mind was always on my mother. I found myself hitting on older blondes on the beach and I even found a stripper at one club who kind of looked like my mother and got regular lap dances from her.

It all finally changed one night when I was in my room watching TV when my mother walked in and sat down on the edge of my bed. She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse that was see thru enough to get the outline of her bra.

“Come sit next to me, Avery,” she said. “We need to have a talk.”

I sat down next to her and looked at her. “What is it mom?”

“We’re both going through a situation, and I think I found a solution to both our problems.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, let’s start with talking about your problem on how you’ve been looking at my breasts this past month.”

I was speechless. I was trying to come up with a good lie to tell her but my long silence only made it worse that it wouldn’t matter what I would’ve came up with.

“It’s ok,” she said. “I am actually kind of flattered by it in a very strange way. Even with what you’ve been doing behind closed doors.”

“You’ve known this whole time?” I asked nervously.

“Not the whole time, but after catching you a few times looking at them and the many times that you ‘accidentally’ walked in on me in my underwear, and then you disappearing into your bedroom or shower soon afterwards, I eventually saw the pattern.”

Again I was speechless. Even though she said she was ok with it, I still felt very much ashamed and embarrassed.

“Oh, jeez, mom, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I told you its ok,” she assured me. “That brings up my problem now. My new breasts aren’t getting me as much male attention, besides you that is, as I hoped they would and I really need to know a guy’s opinion of them. So, to satisfy your curiosity and my own, I would like for you to look and feel my breasts.”

Again, speechless.

“Should I take your silence to mean a yes?”

“Yes,” I said nervously. “That is a definite yes.

“Alright then, let’s get started.”

She began unbuttoning her blouse and my dick shot up in my pants into a firm rod. She took off the blouse and dropped it on the floor in front of her. She was wearing a standard white bra whit the cups low enough to see the tops of her lovely breasts.

“You ready?” she asked and again I nodded.

She reached around her back with both arms and undid the clasp. She then held the cups up to with one arm as she pulled down the straps from each shoulder. She gave me a big smile as she let the bra fall to the ground and revealed to me her amazing new breasts. They were better than I imagined them to be. Perfectly round, half-dollar size nipples perfectly centered in each one, no scarring can be seen from where the doctor placed the implants. They were absolutely perfect.

“Well, don’t just sit there drooling, which you are by the way, tell me what you think.”

“They’re amazing,” I said. “Better than I expected them to be.


“Yeah, they’re beautiful.”

“You don’t think they’re too big for me?”

“No, you have the right build and height for them.”

“That’s great to hear,” she said with an even bigger smile. “I guess now is the time for you to feel them.”

It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve imagined myself feeling her tits, I was very nervous as I brought up my hands to her. She saw this, giggled a little, then grabbed my hands and brought them to her tits. I had one in each hand and I instinctively gave them each and gentle squeeze. They were phenomenal; they had that same firmness and texture of real breasts.

“They’re amazing,” I said.

“They really feel that good?” she asked.

“Yeah, they feel so real, you can’t tell if they are fake or not.”

“I guess it was worth the extra few thousand dollars for that better doctor.”

“Definitely,” I agreed.

I just sat their feeling her breasts, kneading them gently but enough to get a good feel of them. She seemed to enjoy it especially when I began playing with the nipples a little bit.

“You’re very good at this,” she said. “You must’ve had a lot of practice.”

“I’ve done alright,” I said.

I just kept on feeling them for a good long time; she apparently didn’t mind and liked it from the way she occasionally moaned.

“Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Sure,” she said.

“Can I suck on them a little?” I asked.

That’s when she took my hands away from her breasts and picked up her bra from the floor.

“I think we’ve gone far enough,” she said as she put the bra back on.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“That’s ok,” she said as she avcılar eve gelen escort put the blouse back on. “I don’t blame you for asking, I am a little flattered, but I felt we’ve gone too far. Besides, I got my answer on how they look and feel to a man, and you’ve got more to work with when I leave the room.”


“It’s ok, I can see that you’re about to burst out of your pants,” she said pointing to my groin area. “I’ll leave you alone so you can take care for that.”

She left the room and I immediately dropped my pants and began stroking myself, working with the fresh memories of what had just happened to me. I was apparently a little too excited because it wasn’t long before I shot a huge load cum into my hands. The next day we didn’t talk about it when we had breakfast, we just went about the rest of our summer as if nothing had happened. At that point I’ve decided that I can’t spend the rest of my summer only fantasizing about my mother, I was still young and was on vacation, I needed to work on hooking up with more with girls my own age and not related to me. I began hitting the clubs more and meeting new girls on the beach.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later when I was out with some friends on the pier when we ran into some hot college girls. We talked them up and they invited us on one of their father’s boat for a little ride. We had a blast, swimming out in the ocean and water skiing. It was there that I met Tammy, a beautiful 20-year-old brown-haired girl with a body. We hit it off right away and began dating. We hit a lot of clubs and parties; saw a lot of movies, rubbed tanning lotion on each other on the beach, and so on. We didn’t have sex during this time, she wanted to wait, and I cared enough about her to wait, no matter how frustrated I was getting. But we did make out a lot, and she let me play with her tits. She didn’t suck my dick but she did give one of the best hand jobs I ever had from any girl. During this time, I had not once fantasized about my mother.

One day she told me she was finally ready to have sex and planned it for me to come to her house when her parents would be away for the whole weekend and I can spend a couple of nights with her. I did my best to play it cool and not show how excited I was, there was only so much hand jobs one man could take.

On the day her parents were about to leave I was getting ready to spend the night with Tammy in my room. I told my mom I was going to spend the night at someone else’s house; I didn’t say it was at Tammy’s but she gave me that smile that said she knew where I was going to be. The phone rang and before I picked it up my mother called out from downstairs that she’s got it and the phone stopped ringing. A couple of minutes later my mother walked into my room with a big frown on her face.

“Don’t be upset with me,” she said. “But I made a mistake.”

“What happened?”

“I picked up the phone and it was your girlfriend Tammy, but for some reason I kept calling her Amber, which then made her think that you and Amber were still together.”

“What?” I yelled out. “Please leave I have to call Tammy.”

She left and I went right to calling Tammy. She began yelling at me, I tried to get a few words in but she was so pissed off she wouldn’t let me say anything. Eventually she told me that she never wanted to see me again and hung up. I hung up the phone and sat on my bed. A few minutes later my mother walked in and sat down next to me.

“I am really sorry about this,” she said sadly.

“You should be,” I said with anger.

“Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?” she asked.

“No you can’t,” I said. “I haven’t gotten laid once since I got back here, I’m about to leave to school in another week and I got nothing to show for it.”

I didn’t care about what I just said to her, I was so angry I just didn’t care about yelling about my sex life or lack of it.

“I am very sorry,” she said again. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t had sex with anybody in a long time as well.”

“That’ doesn’t really help, Mom.”

We sat there for a little while longer before she spoke again.

“Would it make you feel better if… if you felt my breasts again?”

I looked her in the eyes then looked down at her body. She was wearing an orange-flowered, short-sleeved house dress that cut off at the knee and had the first few buttons on the top undone. I wasn’t sure what to make of it; she was essentially trying to use her own body to make me feel better. It somehow felt wrong, but I was horny as hell and had to have something.

“That could be a good start,” I said.

She began undoing the rest of the buttons on her dress and then pulled the top half of her dress down to her waist. She was wearing a red bra this time; she reached around her back to undo the clasp and pulled the bra off. They were just as beautiful as I remembered them. I didn’t hesitate this time I reached up and began grabbing at them. My cock was again very noticeable to her as it gave off a huge bulge in my pants. I was a little rougher with how I was feeling her up this time, there was still a little anger left in me that was affecting the way I normally feel a woman’s tits, but again my mother didn’t seem to mind it as much as she kept moaning and breathing heavily as I felt her up.

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