Chapter 4: You quieten down but carry on exploring.

Chapter 4: You quieten down but carry on exploring.

by: MrSuits

You watched out of your bedroom window from your mom’s body as your dad climbed out of the car. He had a stern look across his face, probably because he had to cook himself tea, boy would he be angry if he knew what you’d done to mom. Though you imagined that she would be angrier. To find out that her son had been wearing her like a suit and had seen her in a way only one man had in her entire life, that man being your dad and her high school sweetheart. She’d flip her shit, not that this bothered you, it wasn’t like she would ever find out what about what you were doing. Like they say ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’. Besides you’d come too far to turn back now, you planned on going all the way, your mom was no longer just your mom she was a sexy MILF and you were too curious to see her vulgar body to stop now.

With that said you turned back to the mirror, back to your mom’s topless form. You couldn’t help but bring your hand’s up once again to squeeze the heavy titty fat. Enjoying the feeling of the soft pliant flesh before pinching her hard nipples and pulling them outwards. You closed your eyes and let out a light moan as you basked in the pleasure for a moment then releasing them and watching the buoyant masses wobble back to rest. Your eyes then perused lower down, passed your mom’s pudgy belly and slight love handles and down to the space between her thighs. Her vagina was calling you, feeling it quiver at the thought of making an appearance. Your hand moved to rub it through the material of the jeans, it felt good but you knew it would be better to touch it directly. So fiddling furiously with the belt you undid your mom’s jeans before doing a little shimmy and watching them tumble to the ground as your tits swung from side to side. You flicked the jeans away and stared at your mom’s form, naked but for a pair a silky white panties.

You briefly critiqued your mom’s legs and ass. Both being no where near on a par with her tits. Her legs being short and pudgy whilst her ass, although having a little fat to it, didn’t have much shape being disappointingly rather flat. Not that it stopped you from turning around and trying your best to twerk, though finding your mom’s tits jiggling way more than your posterior. With that you turned back to look at the now empty place between your legs covered by only a white pair of panties with a dark damp spot on them which you knew you were responsible for. Beneath that thin fabric of clothing was your mom’s vagina, the very vagina you had been birthed from. The very thought made it tingle with anticipation, it was about to become the very first vagina you’d ever see, it was so taboo that it made it all the more erotic. You couldn’t wait, hooking your fingers in the waist band you prepared to pull down when suddenly.

BEEP! BEEP!

A car horn went off outside. You stopped what you were doing and moved over to the window. “What the heck!” It was Anita, your mom’s best friend, you recognized her car. “What’s she doing here?” You asked yourself in a panic. She climbed out the car and jogged up to the house in her tennis gear. That’s when you realized it. Your mom and Anita played tennis on a Saturday. “Shit!” You could hear Anita knocking on the door, followed by your dad’s footsteps as he went to answer it. Then there was muffled chatter before your mom’s phone started vibrating. “Shit!” You cursed again, it was your dad calling. Grabbing it you climbed into your wardrobe and closed the door to make sure they weren’t going to hear you before answering.

“Hello!” You said jolly as your mom normally did.

“Hi Tracy. Anita’s at our house and is wondering where you are. You’re playing tennis aren’t you?” Your dad said.

You didn’t know what to say but you had to respond quick. “U~Uh… Yeah we are. I’m um… Just on my way back now.” You told him then cursing internally at what you’d said as he carried on talking.

“Ok great. Anita says be quick!” He told you. “Alright see you soon.” He finished then hanging up.

“Shit!” You swore angrily. He now thought you were on your way home, but in fact you were already inside, what were you going to do? As you climbed out of the wardrobe you looked over to the window, it was your only option.

Taking one last look at your mom’s breasts you began to put her clothes back on. Putting your jeans back on before picking up the bra, stuffing your mom’s breast meat back into the large cups you reached around your back and began fiddling with the bra. “Come on! Come on!” You groaned quietly as you tried and failed attach the small hooks. After a minute or so you gave up entirely deciding that you’d rather be braless than any later. So throwing the bra on your bed you grabbed your mom’s green top and threw it over your head then looking over your reflection. Your mom looked relatively normal but for her low hanging tits swooping out prominently whilst her nipples poked through the thin material like bullets. It was a rather hot sight, one that your mom would never let occur if she was in control, but she wasn’t and for now it would have to do.

After quietly unlocking your bedroom door you headed over to the window forcing it open then looking out at the lattice fence attached to the wall nearby. It was your best way down and so without hesitation you clambered over the ledge and grabbed onto the fencing, swinging your body onto it you slowly and steadily climbed down. Your unrestrained breasts caught on every level of the lattice but eventually you made it to the ground. Looking around to make sure no one was watching you sneaked over to the front door like Tom Cruise in mission impossible. Once there you casually stood up straight as if nothing was amiss and entered the front door.

“Hello!” You called out once inside, ready to play the part of your mom in front of Anita and your dad.

Anita poked her head out of the kitchen. “Finally you’re here. Quick get ready, we need to go. Sarah and Gwen will start moaning if we’re late.” She said hastily almost pushing you upstairs. You didn’t say anything, quickly running upstairs and going first into your room to grab the gun and your mom's bra before darting over into your parents’ room straight away stripping out of your clothes. Back once again to being just in your panties you couldn’t resist having another peak at your mom’s topless form in the mirror. Your hands crept up and kneaded her tits before you remembered your rush. Turning from the mirror you searched the room for your mom’s tennis gear, pulling open drawer after drawer looking for anything that resembled tennis clothing. Eventually you found a drawer filled with sports clothing. “Jackpot!” Scuffling around inside you pulled out a pink sports top followed by a white sports skirt. You pulled on the skirt before picking up the bra and heading back to the mirror. Once again stuffing your titty flesh into the cups you reached behind your back to attempt to conquer the latch for a third time.

“Fucks sake!” You fumed after a minute of failed attempt. “I really need to practice that!” You told yourself as you gave up again, throwing the bra onto the bed in a huff. At least you’d realized that the bra latch was your kryptonite before any real interactions with a girl, that would have been seriously embarrassing. So with your third failure you threw on the pink top, the tighter top did a better job than the lose pink shirt at holding your mom’s magnum tits but also managed to make them look 10 times larger, your mom’s thick nipples also being way more prominent, being able to make out the outline of her wide areola. You raised your shoulders, shrugging to your reflection, there was nothing you could do about it now.

So with that you grabbed the gun, putting it a bag you found lying on the floor of your parents room and headed downstairs your breasts bouncing around with every step. Anita was waiting at the bottom, her eyes locked straight onto your breasts doing a double take but choosing not to say anything as you said.

“I’m ready. Lets go!”

Anita handed you you’re racket and you headed out the door, with her following on behind. “Bye Matt!” She yelled through the house as she closed the door behind her. She unlocked the car and as you both hopped in you realized that you were going to have to sit and talk to her as if you were your mom for the next 10 minutes or so. You prepared for awkward silence.

“So did you forget about tennis or something?” She asked as she started the engine and began reversing the car.

“Um… No. I just got caught up doing something in town.” You told her. “So who are we versing today?” You asked her trying to change the topic, knowing that she didn’t have a clue what you had actually been doing but feeling extremely awkward lying.

“God you really are off it today. We’re playing Sarah and Gwen. You better be on you’re ‘A’ game, these two I’ve wanted to beat these two ever since they were slagging off Henry after Gwen’s son Mac beat him.” She told you referring to her son Henry, she sounded pretty feisty and serious.

“Really what did they say?” You asked naturally curious, never seeing this bitchy side to Anita, it was fascinating to see.

“Oh did I not tell you? Basically…” She began telling you the story.

As you pulled into the tennis club you knew two things; women were a lot bitchier than you knew and this was a grudge match. Climbing out the car Anita had gotten you psyched, you clicked your neck on the left, then on the right, before setting off marching on inside ready to give these silly housewives a good spanking.