My Mother Made Me Do It PT1

She's always been a little overweight. Because of this She's always been incredibly busty. As an alcoholic She's been off and on the bottle but, recently she's been diagnosed pre-diebetic. This motivated her to eat well, quit drinking, and work out. I thought that would mean she would lose her amazing boobs that I always appreciated. I was very wrong..

When she would drink she offten times walked around in just an oversized Tshirt. I could see her nipples through them if they were white or they would poke out like gum drop buttons in almost anything. Sometimes she would wear panties so small that when she bent over I couldn't help but see her fussy lips. I would lose it and need to help myself in my room or bathroom when the memory was fresh. I even snuck a creap shot. I was paranoid she was in to me when she would say "you're just like your father" as she caught me glancing. That always turned me on for reasons I'll probably never understand. One time while she was wasted and in a poor mood she came into my room to lay in my bed for comfort. My dad left her just a year earlier. I swear she knew I was hard when she asked me to cuddle and spooned with me. She took my arm and held my hand until she fell asleep. She held it right under her brests and after she dozed off I swear I felt her nipples against my hand and arm.

Since becoming sober she's become even more attractive. I thought she would stop teasing me too but, old habits.. well they are old for a reason. One day I came home from a class at the community college. She was doing the dishes in a sun dress that I swear to god was one size too small in the bust. Her cleavage was pouring out of the top like two freshly baked bread loafs. That's when an incident happened...

She tells me, as I walk in the kitchen babbling about the bullshit California traffic I had that mid morning as I walk from the door to the threshold, "Well that sounds just awful! Maybe a kiss on your mother's cheek will make it better!" She was doing the dishes. Holding a plate and scrubbing the surface. Her boobs swayed as she cleaned and the steam made her skin glisten.. I was distracted as I leaned over her shoulder to say the least. She turned her head at just the wrong moment. Maybe even the right moment... and it happened. We lock lips for the longest half second I've ever lived through. It made a proper smooch sound and everything.. after it happened she gasped and I froze. We must have both been bright red. Either from the steam in the sink or maybe what happened was still sinking in. Then something came over us. Her face turned from mortified to the most lust I'd ever seen. My girlfriend never even looked at me like that. And I couldn't help but lean in again. Like a spirit pushed against me. This time we kissed with our mouths open just enough. Our tongues caressed each other and my heart was suddenly pounding into my neck. I was about to burst out with a moan when she dropped the plate in the sink and it cracked. Unfortunately we snapped out of it. I made up an excuse to do homework and she pretended to get angry with me for breaking the plate.

Later that night I'll never forget what I heard come from her room..