Mom Tall Thin Tiny Tits

Mom Tall Thin Tiny Tits


Mom and I were watching an old movie called Footloose when I turned to her and said, “Mom you look just that girl.”

She did too. Even at thirty-five years old my mom was tall, thin, and had brown curly hair past her shoulders just like the girl in the movie. Mom even had the same tiny tits too. I loved my mom’s tiny tits. All of my friends like bigger tits better but not me. When mom put on her ultra tight blue jeans I could see a gap under her pussy where her legs did not come together just like the girl in the movie too. In my opinion my mother had the perfect body.

At fourteen years old I jerked off a lot and almost every time I did I was thinking about my mother. She was an obsession of mine. Every night after mom took a shower I would go into the bathroom and take her panties so that I could sniff them while I jerked off and fell asleep at bedtime. I often fantasized that mom knew that I used her panties and that she left them right on top of the hamper for me to find on purpose.

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I was very flattered that my son liked my body. I did look a lot like the girl in the Footloose movie. I took pride in my body, even my little boobs. I knew that my husband really liked them. He always says that more than a mouthful is a waist. However he can’t help but look at a big set of tits with plenty of cleavage. I even check them out myself.

I had seen my son stare at my crotch lots of times but mostly when I was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a button up shirt with a few of the buttons undone. He was always trying to look down my top so occasionally I would bend over and let him. I barely fill out an A-cup bra so there was never much to see but I appreciated the fact that he wanted to look.

When he was about thirteen years old I found a pair of my panties under his bed. They were the pair that I had worn just the day before. He had jerked off into them, they were all stuck together, and they were crusty. At first I was disgusted and wanted to chew him out after he came home from school but then I had second thoughts. He wasn’t doing any harm and I would have to wash them anyway so I left them right where I had found them. I looked the next day and there was nothing under his bed so I looked in the clothes hamper in the bathroom and there were the pair that I had worn the previous day however he had jerked off in them too and returned them to the hamper. I couldn’t help but smile that my own son found me an object to fantasize over. After that I made it a point to leave my used panties right at the top of the hamper so that he could find them easily. Actually it excited me to know that he liked my panties so I went out and got some very sexy ones to wear.

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After we had watched that Footloose movie mom started wearing her tight jeans more often. I loved it when she wore them and so did dad. When he thought that I wasn’t watching he would walk up behind mom and slip his hand in between her legs and cup her pussy. He liked doing that and I wished that I could do it too.

One day from my vantage point I watched as dad massaged her pussy through her jeans, then pressed his cock into her ass, and then he reached inside her shirt to play with one of her tiny tits. Mom loved it, she pressed her ass back into dad’s crotch, and purred like a kitten. The hornier that dad got the bolder he got too. Soon dad had mom’s shirt unbuttoned and her jeans undone. He had her shirt out of her pants and her whole bra was visible for me to see. With her pants unzipped I could see some of her white panties showing too. One of dad’s hands was wrapped around her and cupping one of mom’s tiny tits while his other hand had slipped down inside her panties to cup her pussy.

Mom was moaning louder then and said, “Let’s go upstairs so that we can finish this uninterrupted!”

Dad said, “What’s wrong with right here?”

Mom replied, “We are not the only two people that live in this house!”

Dad smiled and pinched her nipple then he said, “Maybe it’s time that the boy learn about the facts of life then!”

Mom laughed and said, “Shouldn’t he learn that in the back seat of a car with a girl his own age like we did?”

Dad reluctantly said, “Okay!”

Then I watched dad take mom’s hand and practically drag her up to their bedroom.

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One day when my husband got frisky I could see our son spying on us from another room.