my mother and her huge chest

I has always had sexual fantasies about my dear old mum. I am 20, and ever since I hit puberty my hormones forced me to notice how attractive she really was. She’s 42, but looks a couple of years younger, with curly dark brown hair she always wore tied back, and lovely big brown eyes matched by a perfect white smile. She was a medium height but quite plump and chubby, but the most fascinating thing about her was her amazing chest. Since I was about 10, I always glared at her fabulous fleshy creations, I used to stare as she bent over or wore tight tops, and to this day I still do. It was my ultimate fantasy and life ambition to at least touch her bare breasts with my bare hands, but I knew that day would never come because it simply wouldn’t or shouldn’t, although deep down I lusted for her and craved for her every second of every day.
For ten years I have been masturbating over her, around three times a day on average. I sit in my room on the third floor, with my door locked whilst I imagine she would walk in topless and maybe do a lap dance for me, shaking her tits profusely as I jerked off whilst I watched. But it was nothing more than pure fantasy-the raging hormones of a young boy on the road to becoming a man. Or was it a genuine life-long-to-be obsession?

I knew it was some form of obsession. At every opportunity I would go into her room and sniff through her bras and wank into them. Her size was a 44FF, looking at the tab alone aroused me intensely, knowing how large her soft breasts were, and how wonderful it would be to have one of them between my teeth and the nipple tickling my tonsils.

I was 20, living at home looking for a decent job once again. My mum had been single for years, and as far as I knew, was never with men because she was always at home doing the housework. She was also a very shy and socially-nervous person with little self-esteem and generally no interest in men after her previous screw-up boyfriends. Our relationship had always been normal, well as normal as anyone else. We got on really well but like every mother and son, even we had our own ups and downs…

It was around midday and I was on my way home from the gym. The heat was intense and beads of sweat rolled down my back as I walked up the hill towards my house. I went to the gym everyday, to keep in shape my relatively toned body as I was quite slim and wanted to stay that way. I don’t know who I was trying to impress seeing as I was currently single. The only female who ever got to see my upper-torso was my mother as I would strut around the house in shorts whenever it was hot. Its just a shame the heat didn’t bother her in the same way, that one day she would feel compelled to go topless in front of her own son. The thought of it made me tremble with excitement, but it would never happen. She was my mum and reasonably normal, but now and again I often wondered if a mum would fantasize over her own son as opposed to what I was doing? I had to inherit it from somewhere. But then my mum did once tell me my father used to ‘play’ with his sister, I could have inherited this incestuous craving from him, plus his great taste in women-my mum, but that’s another story.

I approached my house and the sunlight hit me with great intensity. I desperately needed a shower. I was soaked right through and my muscles ached after the weight-lifting.
I entered my house, and I didn’t think there was anyone in. my mother told me she was going shopping so I had the whole house to myself…

I kicked my shoes off at the door and retired to the living room where I collapsed to the sofa, just to catch my breath after the walk. But my rest was brief as I hear a noise coming from upstairs. At first it sounded like shaking, like a rattling of some kind, but as I listened it was clearly a thumping, a heavy banging noise. I thought at first it may have been the neighbours doing some housework but I knew it was coming from my house, so I went to the bottom of the stairs to listen more closely out of curiosity. And that’s when I heard more. The banging sound soon faded behind another sound, the sound of a woman screaming…the screams were more like short-bursts, like heavy panting. It sounded a lot like my mother, and I was completely confused as to why she was making such a noise. With each bang, she would scream deeply…as if she was having sex…but who with? I was too shocked to wonder. Too shocked by the fact that my mother could have been getting fucked by someone, and I was listening to it.