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Last week I went with my friend to his mom's house. When we got to her house, we saw that she was in the backyard having a drink. We sat down and started chatting. I mentioned that I was traveling to China next month and his mom said that she was there two years earlier for work and loved it. She said that she took great pictures and asked if I wanted to see them. I said, "Sure" so she stood up and walked to me, bent over, and started flicking through pictures on her phone. As she did this, she held her sweater closed with her free hand - one hand held the phone and the other held the sweater. She talked for a minute about a picture and then when she wanted to swipe to the next one, she let go of her sweater and swiped. At that moment, her sweater fell to the side and revealed a tight, white tank top struggling to cover two udders. She has classic “mom udders†the kind of boobs that used to belong to a hot teenager but, over the years and pregnancies, grew from jumbo to super-jumbo. My friend had two brothers and two sisters so that was five pregnancies of growth.
Once she started talking about the next picture, her hand returned to pinching her sweater closed. This excited me. I loved knowing that she knew her boobs were huge and visible and therefore needed to be covered. She awkwardly went from phone swipe to sweater pinch. "See these buildings? They're so old. Blah-blah-blah," she said. I stared at her fist as it held her sweater and I tried to use telepathy to make it unclench.
The second time she let go of her sweater to swipe her phone, I was ready. I took mental pictures. My eyes concentrated on her cleavage, hoping to pick up the details of her birthmarks, veins, and clothing.
My report was as follows: she has a small birthmark on her left breast. Her right breast has a big blue vein that you can see when the sun is shining on it. The straps of her tank top look gray instead of white which makes me think: A) They're old and over-strained B) Her shoulders sweat a lot from the work they have to do.
The bra looked heavyduty and thick, the kind of bra that is so over-engineered and built-for-cows that its size adds another cup size and a half.
After fifteen pictures and fifteen sweater falls, I was hard. She walked back to her seat and said, "My poor back. Hunching is not good."
I wanted to say, "Especially when your boobs are as big as yours." Instead, I settled for, "Thanks for showing me the pictures."
She said, "I hope you have a good time on your trip." And our conversation moved on.
Later that night, I was downstairs with my friend and I asked to use the bathroom. He told me the bathroom was around the corner and I went. As I turned the bathroom handle, I looked up at the second story and saw a bra on the banister. Without thinking, I ran up the stairs and grabbed the bra. I looked for a tag but couldn’t find one. I checked the cups, front and back, the straps, the bands - everywhere. Suddenly, his mom opened the door to her room, stepped into the hallway, saw me, and started fast-walking. She grabbed my arm, pulled me into her room and said, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. I was wrong. I did a bad thing," I said.
She grabbed the bra from my hand and held it up in front of her. "Really?" she asked.
"I'm sorry."
"Is this honestly happening? Are you doing what it looks like you’re doing?"
"I'll leave now. I won't make excuses."
"Why do this?"
"I saw your bra laying around and needed to look at it. That’s an awful excuse. But it’s the truth.â€
"Haven’t you seen a bra before?" she asked.
At the time I was 18 and hadn’t. "No," I said.
She held the bra out wide. From end-to-end, it stretched her wingspan. The cups were as large as her abdomen. "How long did you have this before I caught you?â€
“Ten seconds.â€
“Did you take a picture?â€
“No. You can look at my phone,†I said. I held my phone out.
“Do I have to call your mother now? Should I call the police?â€
“No. Please don’t. I’m a stupid, horny boy who made a huge mistake. I meant no harm. I saw a big bra and wanted to find the tag.â€
“Did you find the tag?†she asked.
“No,†I said. "I got a glimpse of you in the backyard when you were showing me the pictures. I was amazed. I'm sort of a closet-nerd about big boobs. I saw the bra laying out and had to look."
"How can someone be a closet nerd about boobs?" she asked. Her hands sat on her hips and the bra hung at her side.
"Lots of guys love big boobs. Some guys, like me, love really big boobs. For me, bigger is always better. Boobs are feminine and motherly," I said.
"That's an interesting philosophy. But you have to keep your feelings under control. You can't let them carry you away. What you did was invade my privacy and, if I was a less understanding, I could make there be serious consequences," she said.
"What I did was illegal. Most women would have thrown me out. Some would have called the police. Thank you for not doing that," I said.
"You're welcome. Now, would you like to see the tag?" she asked.
I freaked out. My brain shut off. She straight-faced asked me to see the tag. I nodded and sat beside her on the bed. She spread the bra across both of our laps and pointed to a tag on the inside of the cup: 34KK.
"You're a K cup?" I asked. "That is my dream letter. H, I, and J are humongous enough. Most guys think Double D's are big. K-cup is beyond huge. You're lucky to be so well-endowed."
"Thank you. You are a closet big boob nerd. Do you look this stuff up on the computer every day after school?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"And what do the girls look like online? Are they this big?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"So you really are in the presence of dream boobs. Do you think your internet girls could fill out my bra?"
“No way,†I said. “They’re fake. They’re flat and fake.â€
"There are other girls who are K-cups like me but most are much heavier. I have a slender body," she said. She began to trace the underwire of her bra around her rib cage. "The 34 means my rib cage is 34 inches around. Most women with a K cup are 38 inches or 40."
"You've kept your shape. You have good genes," I said.
She put both of her hands on her breast and held them. "These are my Mom's and my Grandmother's and my Great-Grandmother’s. Everyone in my family is skinny with big boobs." Then she turned to me and held out her bra. “Do you want to look at this?â€
“Yes,†I said. I grabbed the bra and stared at its size. “Can I put my face in it?†I asked.
“Sure,†she said. “You know, I still can’t believe the nerve you had to walk upstairs in someone’s house and grab a piece of intimate clothing off of their banister.â€
I pressed my nose into the cup. The fabric covered my face from ear to ear, from forehead to chin. “Can you see me?†I asked.
“No,†she said. “You’ve disappeared.â€
I hooked the bra closed. "That was the first time I've ever hooked a bra closed," I said. I smiled at her. "Thank you."
"Can you undo it?" she asked. I tried but couldn't. The hooks felt stuck in the holes. They were like plastic claws, frozen shut.
"You're having trouble because there's no tension. Usually, the bra is wrapped around a woman. Since it's hanging loose, you can't do the technique," she said.
"What technique?"
"The one-handed technique. Let me show you," she said. She turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Imagine I'm your girlfriend and you want to take off my bra. Take your hand and go around my back." She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her side. My arm brushed against her breast and my hand landed on her bra hooks. "Feel my hooks," she said. Then she positioned my fingers. Her bra had three hooks and she put one finger between the first and second hook and another finger between the second and third hook.
"Pull the hooks away from the holes. It should feel tight but don't worry because the band can stretch," she said. I did as she asked and her bra snapped off. I felt the side with the hooks shoot away through her shirt and the side with the holes stay near my hand. Her shoulder straps loosened and the bra fell forward slightly.
"You are a good teacher," I said.
She smiled and leaned forward. Our faces nearly touched. Her hands sat on my shoulders.
"Do you want me to teach you anything else?" she asked.
"Teach me to kiss," I said.
"I don't think I can. Maybe you should go downstairs," she said. “We had fun and now it’s over.â€
I told her I wanted to stay and keep talking but she insisted that I leave. She was so eager a moment ago and then suddenly unemotional. She was about to kiss me and then didn’t.
I went downstairs and sat with my friend. We played video games and I thought about his mom. I wanted another excuse to go upstairs. I knew she was in bed reading or watching TV. I couldn’t let that be the end. I had to experience more magic. So, I decided to go back upstairs after my friend went to sleep. Eventually, we went to his room to play more video games and after a few hours of that, I said, “good night†as if I was leaving to walk out his front door. Instead, I walked down the hall to his mom's room.
The light was on and I came in without knocking. "That was the most incredible experience of my life. I've never touched a bra or held one and now I have - I've inspected a 34 double K bra. You let me learn in ways most people would not. I respect you as a woman and I think you are amused with me as a boy. I don't expect to do anything ever again after this night and that's why I'm asking if I could fondle you, over the shirt, over the bra," I said.
She laid in bed with a book open in her lap. She peeked over the book, stared at me through her glasses. "Hop up on the bed.â€
I began touching her. She put her book down and laid her head on the pillow. I put my hands on her chest and slowly felt around. My fingertips traced her circumference. I smooshed my palm to see how deep her breasts were. They had a foot of flesh sticking in the air. Out of nowhere, she sat up, took her shirt off, unhooked her bra, and let her chest hang out. They covered her upper half. She took my head and brought it to her nipple and I began to nurse. Her hands held the back of my head and my lips entered a trance. We stayed in this position for a few minutes.
"I'm really enjoying this. But you can't tell anybody. This didn't happen. You must promise me at this moment stays with us. This is our moment together and a first time for both of us. We are sharing something special," she said.
I pulled my mouth from her breast. "I agree. This is special and should stay between us,†I said. I went back to sucking and she began to moan. She covered her mouth with her fingers. She started to play with her lips, tracing around with her fingertips. My hands gripped her breast and I suckled. I imagined milk coming out.
Then she stuck her fingers under the covers. "Go down there," she said. She pushed my head and I crawled. Her legs locked over my shoulders and held my face into her panties. She quickly took them off and shoved her vagina onto my mouth. It was wet and hot, like my face was inside a pumpkin pie that had just come out of the oven. I licked instinctively. She moaned. I feared my friend would wake up. I kept licking instead. Her vagina muscles twitched as I alternated between licking furiously and taking short breaths. At times, I used my nose and at others, I used my chin. I kept trying new things and she kept moaning which I took as approval. After what felt like an hour, she said, "I'm coming." That's when she grabbed my head so hard I thought I might die. I couldn't move or breathe but I knew she was having an orgasm so I didn't care.
I brought my head from under the covers with a smile and a sticky face. She grabbed my head and put it between her breasts. "That's so good," she kept repeating. I rubbed my cheeks into her cleavage, lubing them with vagina juices and fantasizing about my penis rubbing between there.
After a few minutes, I asked if I could sleep over. She shook her head and I went home shortly after. I drove home screaming for joy. I played music loud. I rolled my windows down. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel and I rubbed my dick against the car seat. I jerked off furiously when I got home and plotted about the next time I could see her.
Last week I went with my friend to his mom's house. When we got to her house, we saw that she was in the backyard having a drink. We sat down and started chatting. I mentioned that I was traveling to China next month and his mom said that she was there two years earlier for work and loved it. She said that she took great pictures and asked if I wanted to see them. I said, "Sure" so she stood up and walked to me, bent over, and started flicking through pictures on her phone. As she did this, she held her sweater closed with her free hand - one hand held the phone and the other held the sweater. She talked for a minute about a picture and then when she wanted to swipe to the next one, she let go of her sweater and swiped. At that moment, her sweater fell to the side and revealed a tight, white tank top struggling to cover two udders. She has classic “mom udders†the kind of boobs that used to belong to a hot teenager but, over the years and pregnancies, grew from jumbo to super-jumbo. My friend had two brothers and two sisters so that was five pregnancies of growth.
Once she started talking about the next picture, her hand returned to pinching her sweater closed. This excited me. I loved knowing that she knew her boobs were huge and visible and therefore needed to be covered. She awkwardly went from phone swipe to sweater pinch. "See these buildings? They're so old. Blah-blah-blah," she said. I stared at her fist as it held her sweater and I tried to use telepathy to make it unclench.
The second time she let go of her sweater to swipe her phone, I was ready. I took mental pictures. My eyes concentrated on her cleavage, hoping to pick up the details of her birthmarks, veins, and clothing.
My report was as follows: she has a small birthmark on her left breast. Her right breast has a big blue vein that you can see when the sun is shining on it. The straps of her tank top look gray instead of white which makes me think: A) They're old and over-strained B) Her shoulders sweat a lot from the work they have to do.
The bra looked heavyduty and thick, the kind of bra that is so over-engineered and built-for-cows that its size adds another cup size and a half.
After fifteen pictures and fifteen sweater falls, I was hard. She walked back to her seat and said, "My poor back. Hunching is not good."
I wanted to say, "Especially when your boobs are as big as yours." Instead, I settled for, "Thanks for showing me the pictures."
She said, "I hope you have a good time on your trip." And our conversation moved on.
Later that night, I was downstairs with my friend and I asked to use the bathroom. He told me the bathroom was around the corner and I went. As I turned the bathroom handle, I looked up at the second story and saw a bra on the banister. Without thinking, I ran up the stairs and grabbed the bra. I looked for a tag but couldn’t find one. I checked the cups, front and back, the straps, the bands - everywhere. Suddenly, his mom opened the door to her room, stepped into the hallway, saw me, and started fast-walking. She grabbed my arm, pulled me into her room and said, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. I was wrong. I did a bad thing," I said.
She grabbed the bra from my hand and held it up in front of her. "Really?" she asked.
"I'm sorry."
"Is this honestly happening? Are you doing what it looks like you’re doing?"
"I'll leave now. I won't make excuses."
"Why do this?"
"I saw your bra laying around and needed to look at it. That’s an awful excuse. But it’s the truth.â€
"Haven’t you seen a bra before?" she asked.
At the time I was 18 and hadn’t. "No," I said.
She held the bra out wide. From end-to-end, it stretched her wingspan. The cups were as large as her abdomen. "How long did you have this before I caught you?â€
“Ten seconds.â€
“Did you take a picture?â€
“No. You can look at my phone,†I said. I held my phone out.
“Do I have to call your mother now? Should I call the police?â€
“No. Please don’t. I’m a stupid, horny boy who made a huge mistake. I meant no harm. I saw a big bra and wanted to find the tag.â€
“Did you find the tag?†she asked.
“No,†I said. "I got a glimpse of you in the backyard when you were showing me the pictures. I was amazed. I'm sort of a closet-nerd about big boobs. I saw the bra laying out and had to look."
"How can someone be a closet nerd about boobs?" she asked. Her hands sat on her hips and the bra hung at her side.
"Lots of guys love big boobs. Some guys, like me, love really big boobs. For me, bigger is always better. Boobs are feminine and motherly," I said.
"That's an interesting philosophy. But you have to keep your feelings under control. You can't let them carry you away. What you did was invade my privacy and, if I was a less understanding, I could make there be serious consequences," she said.
"What I did was illegal. Most women would have thrown me out. Some would have called the police. Thank you for not doing that," I said.
"You're welcome. Now, would you like to see the tag?" she asked.
I freaked out. My brain shut off. She straight-faced asked me to see the tag. I nodded and sat beside her on the bed. She spread the bra across both of our laps and pointed to a tag on the inside of the cup: 34KK.
"You're a K cup?" I asked. "That is my dream letter. H, I, and J are humongous enough. Most guys think Double D's are big. K-cup is beyond huge. You're lucky to be so well-endowed."
"Thank you. You are a closet big boob nerd. Do you look this stuff up on the computer every day after school?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"And what do the girls look like online? Are they this big?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"So you really are in the presence of dream boobs. Do you think your internet girls could fill out my bra?"
“No way,†I said. “They’re fake. They’re flat and fake.â€
"There are other girls who are K-cups like me but most are much heavier. I have a slender body," she said. She began to trace the underwire of her bra around her rib cage. "The 34 means my rib cage is 34 inches around. Most women with a K cup are 38 inches or 40."
"You've kept your shape. You have good genes," I said.
She put both of her hands on her breast and held them. "These are my Mom's and my Grandmother's and my Great-Grandmother’s. Everyone in my family is skinny with big boobs." Then she turned to me and held out her bra. “Do you want to look at this?â€
“Yes,†I said. I grabbed the bra and stared at its size. “Can I put my face in it?†I asked.
“Sure,†she said. “You know, I still can’t believe the nerve you had to walk upstairs in someone’s house and grab a piece of intimate clothing off of their banister.â€
I pressed my nose into the cup. The fabric covered my face from ear to ear, from forehead to chin. “Can you see me?†I asked.
“No,†she said. “You’ve disappeared.â€
I hooked the bra closed. "That was the first time I've ever hooked a bra closed," I said. I smiled at her. "Thank you."
"Can you undo it?" she asked. I tried but couldn't. The hooks felt stuck in the holes. They were like plastic claws, frozen shut.
"You're having trouble because there's no tension. Usually, the bra is wrapped around a woman. Since it's hanging loose, you can't do the technique," she said.
"What technique?"
"The one-handed technique. Let me show you," she said. She turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Imagine I'm your girlfriend and you want to take off my bra. Take your hand and go around my back." She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her side. My arm brushed against her breast and my hand landed on her bra hooks. "Feel my hooks," she said. Then she positioned my fingers. Her bra had three hooks and she put one finger between the first and second hook and another finger between the second and third hook.
"Pull the hooks away from the holes. It should feel tight but don't worry because the band can stretch," she said. I did as she asked and her bra snapped off. I felt the side with the hooks shoot away through her shirt and the side with the holes stay near my hand. Her shoulder straps loosened and the bra fell forward slightly.
"You are a good teacher," I said.
She smiled and leaned forward. Our faces nearly touched. Her hands sat on my shoulders.
"Do you want me to teach you anything else?" she asked.
"Teach me to kiss," I said.
"I don't think I can. Maybe you should go downstairs," she said. “We had fun and now it’s over.â€
I told her I wanted to stay and keep talking but she insisted that I leave. She was so eager a moment ago and then suddenly unemotional. She was about to kiss me and then didn’t.
I went downstairs and sat with my friend. We played video games and I thought about his mom. I wanted another excuse to go upstairs. I knew she was in bed reading or watching TV. I couldn’t let that be the end. I had to experience more magic. So, I decided to go back upstairs after my friend went to sleep. Eventually, we went to his room to play more video games and after a few hours of that, I said, “good night†as if I was leaving to walk out his front door. Instead, I walked down the hall to his mom's room.
The light was on and I came in without knocking. "That was the most incredible experience of my life. I've never touched a bra or held one and now I have - I've inspected a 34 double K bra. You let me learn in ways most people would not. I respect you as a woman and I think you are amused with me as a boy. I don't expect to do anything ever again after this night and that's why I'm asking if I could fondle you, over the shirt, over the bra," I said.
She laid in bed with a book open in her lap. She peeked over the book, stared at me through her glasses. "Hop up on the bed.â€
I began touching her. She put her book down and laid her head on the pillow. I put my hands on her chest and slowly felt around. My fingertips traced her circumference. I smooshed my palm to see how deep her breasts were. They had a foot of flesh sticking in the air. Out of nowhere, she sat up, took her shirt off, unhooked her bra, and let her chest hang out. They covered her upper half. She took my head and brought it to her nipple and I began to nurse. Her hands held the back of my head and my lips entered a trance. We stayed in this position for a few minutes.
"I'm really enjoying this. But you can't tell anybody. This didn't happen. You must promise me at this moment stays with us. This is our moment together and a first time for both of us. We are sharing something special," she said.
I pulled my mouth from her breast. "I agree. This is special and should stay between us,†I said. I went back to sucking and she began to moan. She covered her mouth with her fingers. She started to play with her lips, tracing around with her fingertips. My hands gripped her breast and I suckled. I imagined milk coming out.
Then she stuck her fingers under the covers. "Go down there," she said. She pushed my head and I crawled. Her legs locked over my shoulders and held my face into her panties. She quickly took them off and shoved her vagina onto my mouth. It was wet and hot, like my face was inside a pumpkin pie that had just come out of the oven. I licked instinctively. She moaned. I feared my friend would wake up. I kept licking instead. Her vagina muscles twitched as I alternated between licking furiously and taking short breaths. At times, I used my nose and at others, I used my chin. I kept trying new things and she kept moaning which I took as approval. After what felt like an hour, she said, "I'm coming." That's when she grabbed my head so hard I thought I might die. I couldn't move or breathe but I knew she was having an orgasm so I didn't care.
I brought my head from under the covers with a smile and a sticky face. She grabbed my head and put it between her breasts. "That's so good," she kept repeating. I rubbed my cheeks into her cleavage, lubing them with vagina juices and fantasizing about my penis rubbing between there.
After a few minutes, I asked if I could sleep over. She shook her head and I went home shortly after. I drove home screaming for joy. I played music loud. I rolled my windows down. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel and I rubbed my dick against the car seat. I jerked off furiously when I got home and plotted about the next time I could see her.
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