I walked over to the living room couch and dropped down onto it, still holding the half eaten apple. The television was already on, so I started flipping through the channels while taking occasional bites. Soft light from the screen flickered across the quiet room as I sat there chewing, letting the sweet juice of the apple distract me for a while.
After a few minutes the apple was gone, leaving only the core in my hand. I tossed it into a nearby trash bin and leaned back, continuing to stare at the screen. Nothing interesting was on. Every channel felt dull and repetitive, and my attention kept drifting.
Eventually I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already the usual time Mom started preparing dinner.
I stood up from the couch and stretched my arms once before making my way toward her room. The hallway felt even quieter than before, the only sound being my own footsteps against the floor.
"Mom, when are you going to make dinner?" When I reached her door I slowed down and called out.
No answer came. The silence on the other side of the door felt strangely heavy. After waiting a few more seconds I pushed the door open just a little and leaned in.
"Mom…?" The room inside was completely dark. Thick curtains blocked most of the remaining evening light, leaving everything in deep shadow. I reached along the wall, found the switch, and turned the light on. Soft yellow illumination filled the space at once, revealing the familiar layout of her bedroom.
My eyes immediately went to the bed.
Mom was lying there fast asleep on her side, wearing her nightgown. The modest fabric covered almost her entire body, the long skirt of it reaching down past her knees, but it did almost nothing to hide the heavy shape of her massive breasts.
Even in sleep the soft material was stretched tightly across their full weight. The gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath only made the straining fabric more noticeable.
I swallowed hard without thinking and slowly stepped closer to the bed.
Her skin glowed softly under the warm bedroom lights, smooth and radiant while her eyes remained peacefully closed in sleep. Lying there so still, she looked like a sleeping beauty straight out of a fairytale, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing only adding to the quiet charm of the scene.
"She's so beautiful…" I thought as my gaze lingered on her face. Her features were delicate yet mature, with a soft elegance that made it hard to look away. The gentle curve of her cheeks, the neat line of her brows, and the calm expression she wore in sleep all came together in a way that felt almost unreal.
It still made me wonder how she could look like this even though she was almost forty. Her skin remained flawless, without a single wrinkle or clear sign of aging. If someone saw her face now, they would easily believe she was still in her early thirties at most.
Her plump, rosy lips were parted just slightly as she breathed, the soft shape of them looking full and strangely tempting in the quiet light of the room.
My eyes slowly drifted downward until they settled on the full shape of her breasts.
"What the…" My eyes widened in quiet surprise as I noticed the deep, milky cleavage that was clearly visible.
The nightgown she was wearing had a row of buttons running down the front. If every button had been properly fastened, the fabric would have covered her chest completely, leaving nothing exposed, not even the slightest hint of cleavage.
But one of the buttons in the middle was broken and missing entirely. Because of that gap, the remaining buttons above and below were pulled tight, struggling to hold the soft fabric together across the heavy weight of her breasts. The strain left a clear opening that revealed the smooth, deep line between them.
It almost looked like the nightgown was simply too tight for her large breasts. The full, heavy shape of them stretched the soft fabric so much that the buttons struggled to keep everything contained. The pressure had clearly been too much for the middle button, which had eventually broken off and left that small open gap.
Through the narrow opening I could see the delicate black lace of her bra underneath, along with a soft glimpse of the smooth, milky white skin of her breasts. The contrast between the dark lace and her fair skin made the small exposed area stand out even more in the warm bedroom light.
It was the first time I had ever seen her like this. Looking at her lying so close in front of me sent a strange, confusing feeling through my chest. She looked both alluring and vulnerable at the same time, the soft glow of the bedroom light only making the sight harder to ignore.
"They're so big…" Her breasts were easily the largest I had ever seen. Seeing them from this close, I could say with certainty that she was even bigger than Rose's mother, Aunt Marie. The heavy shape of them strained against the nightgown, the deep cleavage and the small glimpse of black lace underneath drawing my eyes and refusing to let them go.
"I want to feel them…" The thought came uninvited, and before I fully realized what I was doing, my hand had already started moving toward her chest on its own.
"Wait… no. I shouldn't do this." I forced my hand to stop in mid air, fingers still slightly outstretched.
Even so, pulling the thought back was harder than I expected. I tried to push the forbidden desire out of my mind, but my body had already reacted. My cock was fully hard inside my pants before I even noticed.
To be continued...
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