You strip and play with yourself

More curious than scared now, I pulled mom's t shirt off over my head and tossed it to the living room floor. Damn, her breasts seemed huge now. I gripped them, jiggled once, watched the skin bounce, each bounce turning me on more and more. My mom’s bra was a basic cotton bra with padding but yes in my new state it somehow felt scandalous.

I reached around and unclasping the bra after a slight struggle, letting it slide off my hands and free my new breasts. They hung down my chest, weighty and divinely bulbous, the skin smooth except for the striations of the bra. Each breast was studded with a cherry blossom pink areola, the little nub of a nipple barely visible at the center. I gently took my new breasts in each hand, hefting them to test their weight before letting them slip from my fingers so they could bounce off each other.

*Slap*

“Fuck, that hurts! and these things are heavier than I thought.” I whispered, another smile appearing on my mom's face as I made her compliment her own breasts.

The burning sensation began to fade but left me yearning for more stimulation. I tapped my tits, making them sway on my chest with every brush sending sensations through my body.

Christ, mom's tits were nice. I was hypnotized by the way they moved, swaying back and forth. I covered them with each hand, grasping as much as I could beneath each palm, and clasped them to my chest once again, stroking each nipple with my thumb as I gazed down at my mom's curvy body.

Then the realization came to me, I could make her do anything.

My gaze slid over the slightest pouch of a tummy—as expected for a woman approaching her forties—down to the jean shorts. I unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down my impossibly smooth legs, kicking them aside to gaze down in wide wonder at my mound, before turning to ogle my plump little ass, still clasped by light pink cotton panties with a small bow. The sight of the panties began to turn me on, expecting to get hard, I began to get wet between my legs.

These panties somehow felt childish for someone my mom’s age to wear, almost as if they were what you expected a schoolgirl to wear. I was able to vaguely see the lips of my pussy through the panties and let out a devilish grin.

I slapped myself on the ass and tightly squeezed my ass cheeks with each hand and gave it a little jiggle, enjoying the little bounce of my mom's juicy butt. I then gently tugged on the panties and gave myself a wedgie and watched my reflection as the panties disappeared into the crack of my ass. I stood there for a moment relishing the discomfort from the wedgie before bending over and seductively rolled the panties down my legs.

As I glanced down, I was confronted with my mom's pussy and was shocked to see how thick my mothers pubic hair was. Granted, it was never something I gave much thought to, but I would have thought my mom would have at least trimmed it or managed it.

The dark thatch of pubic hair was spread all over my mom’s crotch and then it dawned on me that my mom must have been too preoccupied in being a mom who works to take care of herself. In any case, I looked past the mess and with a with trembling forefinger, touched the little slit between my legs. It felt slightly rubbery and warm, with a little bit of give. So strange not having a dick, nothing to bounce around or get in the way. Instead, everything was neatly tucked away.

I entered the living room ignoring the fact that a neighbour could see me completely naked and sat on the couch, lifted my legs into the air and slowly spread them while using my arms as a support.

With two if my fingers I began tracing my entrance gently. This was my pussy now, my little lips I was stroking. They were still clasped together and not as sensitive as I'd imagined. My excitement came not from my touch but from looking at myself, and the excitement of knowing that I shouldn’t be doing any of this. I felt my mom's slender manicured fingers manipulate her exquisite body. A welcome warmth flooded me as I gazed down between my legs, eyes locked on that perfect line of her slit. I continued stroking myself, up and down, sinking back into the warmth that was beginning to flow through me.

I pushed harder into myself, allowing a finger to dip in between the lips of mom's pussy and find her moistening warmth. Stroking down and then back up, I soon landed on a spot that ratcheted up the heat twisting through me. I pressed a little harder, concentrating on that spot at the top of my pussy that was promising me so much. God, that felt good. My pussy lips grew looser, opening for me more and more, little flashes of pink appearing even as the tension inside my body continued to increase.

I brought my other hand to a breast, cupping it in my hand—there was so much of it! —kneading slowly while I continued working my fingers between my legs. Dipping down, my fingertips landed on my dew, and I spread the moisture back up. So, this was what getting wet felt like. The wetness was accompanied by a lovely anticipation, making me fidgety. It twisted together with the tension, hinting at something huge. I sighed as the warmth grew inside me, growing more restless by the second as my fingers slid up and down my new pussy. This was no longer something I wanted; this was something I needed.

I brought another finger down onto the swollen nub of my pleasure and circled harder as I budded out beneath my fingertips, growing wetter, hornier. Now I was so wet that my juices began running down my body and onto the couch cushion. I could hear the sounds of my fingers squishing through my pussy. Oh, God, that was my pussy. I moaned, my mom's voice low and guttural now as the pleasurable pressure increased even more. I was so soft, so wet, so desiring of release.

I stroked myself faster, my other hand still squeezing my soft tit, I began tugging on my nipple and with each tug a flash of ecstasy shot through my body. My eyes tracing every inch of my mom's body, enjoying the feel of her flesh, inside and out, the sight of her as she grew wet and horny. I felt so at home in her marvelous body. And I could smell myself now, a little hint of my musk hitting my nose. Delicious.

God, I was so wet with need. I whimpered as I stroked faster, fingers moving in tight circles, legs spread out to allow me access. I thrust a finger inside my canal and cried out in a strangled voice as a spike of heat shot through me. I pushed my two fingers inside, feeling the walls of my canal, thrusting into myself, my beautiful pussy needing to be full.

I mewed, low at first but rising in pitch as I fingered my mom's delightful body, enjoying her pleasure as the pressure filled me, rising, rising, until it could not get higher. I began to get ****; I rolled over and began franticly looking for something to hump. I instinctively chose the arm of the couch and began humping it desperately, hoping for a release. With some luck I found the edge of the armrest provided the best results and began rhythmically humping the armrest while using one hand to balance and the other to stimulate my pussy.

I was possessed, pent up sex crazed lunatic, I could not care who saw me through the windows my only focus was to build this feeling until….. BOOM, I exploded. I gasped, crying out “Oh fuuuck,” as I came, body rippling with orgasm, fingers slick with my own juices, other hand grasping my massive tit. The orgasm was intense, sweeping through me, curling my toes and making my eyes shut tight. Pleasure reverberated through my entire body, I lost my balance, fell over onto the couch and just laid there as my body twitched from its first orgasm. I was humming with excitement and release, coming back down only slowly.