“Oh fuck,” Elliott thought to himself, “they’re so fucking big. They feel amazing.” His eyes quickly flicked up to his mother’s face. Her eyes were still closed as she lay there peacefully, a soft smile on her face. It appeared as if she was almost asleep. Feeling he wasn’t being watched or scrutinized, Elliott slid his hands all around and over the surface of her tits. They were so exquisitely soft, and so luxuriously smooth that it almost took his breath away. Feeling emboldened, her cupped both of her breasts in his hands and hefted them, checking their weight.
“Oh my God,” he mumbled to himself, blown away by how heavy they were. He rubbed his soapy hands all over them before hefting them once more, unsure if he’d been mentally imagining things when he’d felt the weight of them the first time. His second test confirmed what he’d thought-his mother’s tits were as fucking heavy as he’d thought!
More of the bubbles were disappearing now and he could see her breasts more clearly. He could make out the definition of her pebbly areolae as well as having a clear view of her vibrant rosy nipples. They were still protruding above the surface of the water, and Elliott felt his mouth watering as he looked down at the stiff bullets. They were pretty fucking big too. With his eyes zeroed in on those enticing red buttons, he smoothed his hands up from beneath her breasts and along the sides, his fingers feeling like they were being drawn by magnets to her enticing nipples. His fingers slid over her areola, then over the tips of her protruding nipples.
“Uhnn…” Elliott had to supress the instinctive moan that seemed to want to pour from his throat. He was overwhelmed by what he was feeling inside. Only in his dreams had he thought something like this was possible. But it wasn’t a dream, and here he was in his mother’s bathroom, feeling her spectacular breasts with his own two hands. And the most amazing thing-she had asked him to do it.
His heart was beating wildly and his prick was throbbing so hard he was afraid he’d burst. His soapy fingertips explored the little buds, feeling how incredibly stiff they were. He looked from one massive tit to the other, his fingers moving in unison over each one. After having seen it done many times in pornos, he took each nipple between his soapy thumbs and forefingers and rolled them salaciously. He could have sworn he felt the stiff button throb under his slippery touch.
“Mmm, that’s so good, baby. Mommy likes that,” Tanya said, purring like a cat. Through slitted eyes, she’d been watching her son, and it had thrilled her to see the pure excitement in his eyes as he’d started to feel her up, and the look of shock on his face when he’d hefted her tits, the surprising weight of them leaving him gasping in awe. And sensing that she wasn’t looking at him, he’d gotten bolder, just as she’d hoped. And now his fingers had found their way to the epicenter of her sensitive breasts-her highly-responsive nipples. His fingers felt so good as he tweaked them, so fucking good that she just had to let him know. “Oh yeah, Mommy likes that a lot.”
Reassured by his mother’s words, Elliott got even bolder as he manipulated her breasts. His slippery hands moved all over the big round spheres, gently squeezing, cupping, and stroking the mounds of flesh as he openly groped her.
“Oh yeah, that feels so nice. Mommy’s breasts are so sensitive, baby. Just re-lather your hands one more time and then keep doing what you’re doing,” Tanya said as she felt her pleasure level escalating.
Elliott quickly withdrew his hands and pumped out more soap onto his hands and then immersed them back into the steamy water, his hands returning to her breasts in an instant. He rubbed his hands over her voluminous tits, thoroughly soaping them up before his fingertips instinctively returned to her nipples. They were stiffer and even bigger now as he captured both of them with his fingertips and started rolling them back and forth.
“Oh yessss,” his mother hissed. Her eyes were still closed but he watched as she drew her arms up out of the tub and gripped the sides tightly. Her mouth was open and she was breathing raggedly as she gasped for air. He’d seen that look on her face earlier, and it reminded him of the time outside when she’d come from sucking on her own tits after Gunner jerked off on them. Yes, she was definitely getting close to climaxing.
Invigorated by his mother’s actions, Elliott rubbed his slippery hands all over her warm slick flesh, the palms of his hands pressing firmly against her stiff nipples. She gasped again, and he took his thumbs and the first two fingers of each hand and took hold of the engorged red buds, rolling them teasingly back and forth.
“Oh yes… yes… that’s so good, baby,” she gasped out. “Just keep… just… AAAAAHHHHH!”
Elliott watched his mother’s face turn into a mask of pure rapture as she came. Her head tipped back as she groaned loudly. Her hands gripped the sides of the tub like her life depended on it as the intense sensations of a shattering release flowed through her. He kept manipulating her nipples as she came, her knees scissoring up and down with the intensity of her climax, water splashing onto the floor.
Elliott was thrilled that he was able to make his mother come, and especially from just toying with her breasts. He realized they must be even more sensitive than he imagined. Even with his undisciplined groping, she’d been able to come. He wondered what it would be like for her once he’d gained a bit of experience. She came for a long time, and when he felt her start to come down from her orgasm, he released her nipples, but kept his slippery hands moving gently over the sinfully smooth flesh of her tits. He kept his eyes on her face as she slowly regained her breath and settled back into the tub, eventually opening her eyes and looking at him, a soft smile turning up the corners of her pretty mouth.
“Oh, baby. That was so good. It’s been such a long time, I’d almost forgotten how sensitive my breasts are.”
“I’ll do that for you anytime you want, Mom,” Elliott replied, hoping the eagerness in his voice wasn’t too obvious.
From the look on his mother’s face, he hadn’t fooled her at all. “I just might take you up on that, sweetheart,” she said, giving him a beguilingly sexy look that set his teeth on edge. “But what about you, baby? How are you doing?” She nodded towards the side of the tub where he knelt.
“I… uh… I’m okay,” he replied, feeling himself turning red.
“Are you sure, baby? I thought you might have gotten excited feeling Mommy’s boobs. That didn’t happen?”
“No… I mean yes,” Elliott blurted out, unsure of what he was saying, but knowing his cock was sticking up like an iron bar against the side of the tub.
“Yes, you got excited? Or yes, that didn’t happen?” she asked, a somewhat confused look on her face, but the bewitching glint in her eye told him she knew exactly what he was feeling.
“Yes. Yes, I got excited,” he admitted.
“Then let Mommy see, baby.”
“What?”
“Stand up right there and let me see how excited my little boy got from feeling his Mommy’s tits.”