Your mom

You see your mom, naked, with a razor in her hand. Her back was turned away from the door, so she didn’t see you approach. Her leg was up on the side of the bath tub, giving you a full view of her backside.

Looking top to bottom, you saw a sight that only made your hornyness peak to unbearable levels. You couldn’t see her breast fully, but she was bent over and they hung from her body, meaty and weighty. You’ve never seen your mom naked, even after 20 years of living with her, but you couldn’t miss her bustiness, even through her clothes. You’ve typically since her in either her business suit attire, were the suit jacket struggled against her cleavage, or in a long shirt she typically wore at home. The sight before you, however, was done no justice by her clothes. Her long, deep red hair was wet and hung over her back head, covering her face, but doing nothing to hide the massive pale pillows on her chest.

Looking further down only increased the sensuality of the image before you, as you eyed her dick and balls hanging, her asshole wide open. You’ve always wondered how much she was packing. You assumed it was a lot, as both your sisters packed absolute monsters in their shorts. But this was far more than you expected. Her nuts were weighty. They swung gently as she would move, angling her self to help with her task. Every time they swung, even as gently as they did, you heard a light pat of flesh on flesh. They hung low as well, like two apples in a bag, yet perfectly shaped like eggs. Your mouth watered a bit, a Pavlovian reaction to such monster baby makers. You couldn’t help but wonder how much she came when you orgasmed. The thought of seeing them clench and unload her spunk made you a bit weak in the knees, which further made you giggle in self awareness of how much of a complete slut you were.

Yet hanging much further than her balls, her cock dangled, swaying with much more ****. It was less of a cock and more of a pipe made of flesh. You couldn’t get a clear view, but what you did see was delightful. Thick, with a large, but symmetrical head, thick veins tracing along the length of it that you could see. You’ve never seen your mom bring a guy over, but your auntie would tell you stories in her drunken stupor of how her and your mom would hunt down boys in bars and rail them for hours. She did fail to mention the absolute monster of a cock your mom had, though you also never asked.

Your lustful stupor was broken suddenly by another expletive, said with more **** this time. “Dammit!”, your mother yelled, and the razor dropped. She was apparently shaving and then you realized she was still home for the same reason you were. The bathrooms were hogged all morning and she didn’t have time to shower either.

She looked frustrated, but she hadn’t noticed you yet.