My Mom's Breast Exam

When I was 20, my mom asked me to give her a breast exam.

I had finished high school a couple of years prior. Not knowing what to do with my life, I got a job at the movie theater here in town. It's a quick bike ride from my mom's house, and my mom was nice enough to let me stay with her for a few years without paying rent, giving me some time to save up some money while figuring out my next steps. But 2 years in, I still had no idea.

My little sister, Kayla, was 19 and already off in college. She doesn't come into this situation much, though.

One evening late at night, after work, my mom had a really weird request for me.

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"Babe? Joey, would you come by the kitchen after you change out of your work clothes?" I heard my mom call out after I shut the front door. It was around 11:30 at night; a little late, but Mom was usually up until around 12:30 or 1AM back then. I ran upstairs to change into pajama pants and a clean shirt, then headed back down to the kitchen to talk to my mom.

I always obeyed my mom, who still put a roof over my head. I never had to be told to keep doing that after I turned 18. I understood that as long as I lived with her for free, I should behave towards her the same way I did while I was growing up. There was definitely more personal autonomy on my side of things, but I always "minded my mother."

Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, which was just a small round table that could only seat four people, had long sat three people, but recently had only sat two. I remained standing, placing my hands on the back of the chair opposite my mom.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"How was work?" Mom asked, annoying me just a tiny bit for not just getting to the point.

"It was okay. Some kid threw up in their seat at the start of one of the first showings of Backrooms," I explained. My mom shuddered at the thought of cleaning up someone else's puke.

"So what's up?" I asked again, taking one hand away from the back of the chair and getting ready to dash upstairs to get started on some very important late-night gaming.

"Can you sit down a sec?" Mom asked me. I sighed and sat down across the table from my mom. I guess gaming would have to wait.

"I was hoping you could do something for me. Not tonight. I mean, it doesn't have to be tonight. I know you've had a long day."

"What is it?" I asked my mom for the third time.

Mom wrung her hands in front of herself on the tabletop. She stared at them as she slowly spoke: "I was wondering if you could give me a breast exam," she said, still not looking up from her hands.

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I immediately started freaking out: "Mom, what? Did you find something? Let's call Doctor Martin tomorrow, Mom, fuck--" I said, completely wrought with fear and worry: I didn't think my mom would ask me something like this unless something was seriously wrong. I mean, it's a really weird request, right?

"No-no-no-no-no-no-no," Mom said, waving her hands in front of her and shaking her head emphatically. "No-no-no-no," she said again. I calmed down a little bit and waited for her to continue speaking.

"I didn't find anything, Joey, that's not why I'm asking."

I breathed an audible sigh of relief and sat down in the chair. Thank fucking god. I'd freak the fuck out if anything happened to my mom.

"I'm actually asking because I DIDN'T find anything. Or, well, I haven't."

What? That didn't make any sense. Why would she want a second opinion if she didn't even really think anything was wrong? I gave her a confused look and she continued explaining.

"It's just that I'm over fifty now, and I've never had someone else... check. I haven't noticed anything, but maybe someone else would," she said. I guessed that made sense.

"What about Kayla?" I asked. Surely my sister would be a better choice for this. She wasn't living at home anymore, but she'd be visiting soon.

"Well, Kayla's not here. I guess I could wait until she's back home for Christmas. But..." Mom trailed off.

"But..." I prompted her to continue.

Mom rolled her eyes, seeming a little frustrated that I was making her explain: "But, really, I wanted you to do it. I've seen your girlfriends, Joey. I know what kind of girls... I mean, women, you prefer. And I think you'd have more past experience to compare against. You'd have a more objective analysis."

I stayed silent. Partly because I felt super awkward, but partly also because my mom was correct: all of my past girlfriends, as well as my current girlfriend, had something in common both with each other, and my mom:

They all had big boobs. Some of them had boobs almost as big as my mom's.

And my sister actually had pretty small breasts. So she might not be able to give the best analysis, despite having breasts of her own.

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I'm not going to lie to you guys and say that my mom has a perfect, slim, tanned beach body.

She doesn't. She's fifty years old, and she's had two kids. That doesn't mean she's not pretty, though.

Mom was a couple of inches shorter than me, and I was about average height. Mom wasn't skinny by any means, but she was physically active, which meant that her weight was distributed in a way that I think most people would find appealing. Lots of it was concentrated in her thighs, butt, and breasts. Definitely a lot in her breasts. A lot.

Mom keeps her hair pretty short so it doesn't get in her way while she's playing tennis. She has sort of a "feathered" hairstyle that didn't reach any farther than her shoulders. Like mine, her hair is dark brown, almost black.

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I still couldn't find anything to say, and Mom continued talking:

"What's your girlfriend's name? Tina? She's got pretty big breasts," she said casually, smiling weakly at me.

I groaned, but Mom was right. I had met Tina while working at the movie theater, and I'd been seeing her for the last few months. Mom had met her a few times. And Tina definitely had big breasts. Huge, even. But not as big as my mom's.

"Yeah, that's Tina," I rolled my eyes. "Hey, what are you doing checking out my girlfriends, anyway?" I gave her a funny look, and smiled.

"It's hard not to notice things like that!" Mom exclaimed, her hands upturned in a motion of confused innocence, like: who, me?

Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was wearing a long white nightshirt, and her arms pushed her breasts together in a way that made them very visible. I wasn't sure if she was doing that on purpose or not. Her nipples weren't hard, but their slightly darker color was visible through her shirt. I realized that I was oogling my own mom and looked away, hoping that she hadn't noticed, but feeling certain that she did.

"So, what do you say?" Mom asked quietly.

I looked back at her. She was still holding her arms that same way. I was probably seeing exactly what her breasts looked like -- even her nipples -- just with a thin layer of fabric over them. I forced my eyes to point a few degrees higher, at my mom's loving smiling lovely face.

"I dunno, Mom," I chuckled, and already I was picturing things in my mind: "I'd probably feel pretty awkward, uh... with my hands up your shirt, feeling up my mom and stuff..." I trailed off and looked away.

"Well," Mom laughed nervously. "I'd actually have to take my shirt off. Visualization is an important part of a breast exam, I think."

I swallowed. "I guess that doesn't sound so bad," I said, smiling awkwardly at my mom.

"And you wouldn't be feeling me up, either," Mom said, and I felt a little bad.

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't mean-" I began, but Mom interrupted me:

"Let's just say, you're comparing. Feeling around, and comparing. To Tina." Mom smiled at me, and I didn't feel bad anymore.

"Comparing," I repeated thoughtfully.

"Yeah. Just comparing," Mom said again.

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A few minutes later I found myself standing behind my mom in her bathroom, which was the biggest and fanciest of the 3 bathrooms in the house. She had directed me to stand behind her after approaching the mirror.

"It's not too late? I know you had a long day," my mom had said to me as we walked upstairs. "No," I had said, it wasn't too late. I told her that it was a long shift, but not a hard one. Minus the vomit thing, but that had happened much earlier in the day.

My eyes met my mom's in the mirror.

"Wanna help me with my shirt?" she asked me. She was smiling but only slightly. I think I nodded. I may have croaked, "Sure."

Mom lifted her arms and stretched out her hands high above her head. She closed her eyes and she had a pleasant expression on her face, like she was waiting for something good to happen.

Although my mom's long floral mostly-white night shirt went down to just above her knees, I grabbed her shirt around her hips and slowly lifted up. When I reached my mom's breasts, I carefully maneuvered the shirt around them. It didn't seem appropriate to be doing a boob-drop by letting them catch in her shirt and spill out, slapping down against her torso and jiggling gloriously.

Soon Mom's shirt was finally off, and she stood in front of me wearing nothing but her panties. I hadn't really thought about how much of my mom's body I would be seeing during the course of performing this operation. This was basically everything. For some reason, maybe because she's my mom, I felt compelled to look away from her breasts, so at first I did.

Instead I looked down at her butt, and a few inches of ass crack was visible above her panties. I guess this wasn't much less perverted than staring at her tits.

Before I could stop myself, I gently tugged her panties upwards. Now they covered most of her ass, but not all.

"Joey, babe, don't bother. That's about as good as it gets," Mom told me. "Besides, my butt's not supposed to be our focus here," she reminded me. But I had never really noticed how big and round my mom's butt is. The bottom of each butt cheek was poking out from beneath her panties.

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I pried my eyes away from my mom's ass and met her gaze in the mirror.

Then I looked down and I saw that she was holding her breasts in both hands, with her palms at the bottoms, nipples forward. Mom began to bounce her breasts in her hands by repeatedly moving them left and right in unison so they would bounce back together in the middle. Mom's breasts made a wonderful plap plap plap sound. Her eyes were on mine and her face was playful.

I had always known my mom had big breasts, but seeing them in full like this was a completely different situation. I couldn't help but compare Tina's breasts with my mom's, and my mom's were better in every conceivable way.

Mom's nipples pointed almost perfectly forward. Not quite perfectly forward, not exactly, but they were only turned down a few degrees. Tina's nipples, on the other hand, were almost hard to see when she was topless, because they were practically underneath her breasts.

Which is actually what I would expect for boobs as big as Tina's, or my mom's.

Mom's nipples were pale pink, almost the same color as her skin, but just dark enough to have been visible underneath her nightshirt. They were ghostly (shoutout r/ghostnipples).

Tina's breasts must have grown very fast, because they were striped with pale stretch marks. Mom's boobs, on the other hand, must have grown more slowly over the course of her longer life. Mom's boobs had no stretch marks at all. At least none that I could see.

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Mom continued plapping her massive tits together. They were so big that they spilled out over her hands, and her fingers were mostly hidden beneath them. When they met in the middle, her nipples briefly connected with each other.

I sighed through my nose. I hoped that it would communicate to my mother that although I thought this was a little weird (I did, but I didn't care), I was ready to proceed with the mission. Mom let go, and her breasts made a final plap against her torso. She put her arms down at her sides, but held them out slightly so that I could put my arms around her without holding her arms against her sides.

A moment later I was holding my mom's boobs in both hands.

I stood a few inches behind her, not wanting to make things weird by standing right up against her, because I did not want to risk my penis bumping into her.

Like before when Mom was holding them, her breasts were so massive and overflowing that they hid my fingers from view. They were heavy, too.

"So... uh..." I said to my mom, and I looked at her face in the mirror.

"Just play with them, Joey," Mom told me plainly.

"R-really?" I stammered. I had thought this would be more clinical than that.

"Well," Mom began, "I do 'standard' breast exams on myself sometimes. But if you're... if you're going to be comparing my breasts to Tina's, I think it would make more sense if you did the same kinds of stuff with my breasts that you do with hers."

I swallowed, and began to fondle my mother's breasts with my fingers.

"Like this?" I asked my mom, looking up at her face in the mirror.

"Joey, look at my boobs," Mom told me. I obeyed. God, what amazing boobs.

"And yes, if that's how you play with Tina's breasts, then yes. Just do whatever you normally do with Tina."

I laughed at that. Mom raised one eyebrow at me in the mirror.

"I couldn't do everything I do with Tina," I joked. It was true, but it was also a joke. Wait, was it actually true?

"Okay," Mom smiled and rolled her eyes. "Maybe not everything."

"Maybe just the hand stuff," I said, and I began to explore my mom's breasts, feeling all around the lower half of them, gently digging my fingers into them, watching intently in the mirror.

"Yeah," Mom agreed as I continued feeling her up. Wait, not feeling her up. Breast exam.

"Yeah," Mom said again. "Maybe not the penis stuff," she added nonchalantly.

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It shocked and surprised me so much to hear my mom say that, that I momentarily lost my balance with my right foot. I was only a few inches behind my mom. Still cupping both of her breasts in my hands, I stumbled forward and when my pelvis came in contact with my mom's right butt cheek, I realized then that my penis was actually very hard.

I looked up at my mom. I still had my hands cupped under her breasts. She gave me a look that told me she had definitely felt it. Her pelvis was right up against the counter, pinned there by myself and my shameful, shameful erection.

I quickly backed away and began apologizing: "Mom, I'm really sorry, I didn't even realize I was-" and she cut me off:

"Joey, I'm not worried about it. I knew something like that might happen. I don't want you to feel bad about it, baby," she reassured me.

"It's just..." I began, and I let my hands fall away from my mother's chest.

"You asked me to give you a breast exam, and then this happened," I said, looking down sullenly at the floor. I really did feel like a demented little pervert.

My mom turned around to face me. It took all of my willpower not to look up at her incredible breasts, which swayed and jiggled as she turned around.

I felt my mom's soft hands on both of my cheeks. I looked up into her face and briefly my vision was filled with her massive breasts, her pale nipples pointed almost perfectly forward. She smiled encouragingly while she spoke, leaving her warm palms and fingers on my cheeks:

"There's nothing to feel bad about. That's out of your control, right?" she asked me sweetly. I think I smiled a little, and I nodded my head in her hands.

"And, remember, baby, I didn't find anything. We're just doing this to be safe," she reminded me.

That was a good point. If she had actually found anything, like a lump or whatever, I'd be so freaked out and scared and worried that it wouldn't even be possible to get hard. I think I smiled a little more, and I nodded. My mom's palms and fingers traveled up and down with my face as I did.

"It's actually kind of... I don't know..." Mom trailed off, and she looked away from me, and she was still smiling but her cheeks had turned red, and she was no longer holding my face but had one hand on my shoulder, and the other hand in my hair. She had inched closer to me. While she was briefly looking away, I snuck a peak at her breasts. They were inches away from me. Below them, my erection was extremely visible; I was only wearing pajama pants.

"Kind of what?" I asked my mom.

She shrugged and she looked back up at me. Her face was still red.

"It's just kind of nice to know that a younger man would... have that sort of reaction. To me," she explained.

"What sort of reaction?" I teased her again.

"That sort of reaction," she indicated with her eyes, briefly looking down at my very obvious erection. I smiled. My mom was being pretty weird, but it didn't bother me.

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"You know, maybe this whole... In front of the mirror thing isn't the best way to do this," Mom said casually. She was still touching my hair and she was close enough to me that I could feel the warmth of her breath.

"What's the usual..." she said, and she trailed off, and she looked like she was struggling to find the right way to ask an awkward question. "What's the usual, uhm, configuration, whenever you're..." Mom trailed off again, and she took a deep breath in and quickly let it out. "Whenever you have the most access to Tina's breasts?" she finally finished asking, and as she finished her sentence, her voice became more confident.

I swallowed. What a question to get from your mom.

"I guess that's when Tina's on top of me," I said quietly to my nearly naked mom.

"Really." Mom said, and she didn't say the word like a question.

"Yeah..." I think I swallowed again. "I probably play with her boobs most when she's, uh, on top of me," I confessed to my mom. It wasn't really a confession at all, but it sort of felt that way.

Mom nodded a few times slowly. "So if what we're doing is comparing, it'd probably make a lot more sense for me to get on top of you. Don't you think?" she asked me. She sounded as casual as if she was asking me what I'd like to have for dinner. Her fingers continued to stroke my hair.

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I told my mom that I thought that made sense too. I tried to sound casual about it, but I was wildly excited. I'm not sure if she could tell.

My mom took me by my hand and led me out of the bathroom. Her big king size bed was basically right outside the bathroom door. Behind her, I noticed how much her ass moved when she walked. I had never noticed that before.

"So you'll be on your back, and Tina's in your lap?" Mom asked. Obviously that was the case. I nodded.

Mom motioned for me to get on the bed. I crawled into the center part of the bed, repositioning the pillows so my head didn't fall down in between them at the head of the bed.

Mom approached the edge of the bed. Before I could react -- not that I would have -- but before I could even realize what she was doing, my mom reached over and first patted my crotch, then took my shaft in her hand and gently squeezed it for about one second. This all happened over my loose fitting boxers and pajama pants.

"Joey, it's really okay, but I don't want that thing going off inside your pajama pants. Would you mind taking them off?"

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.

"Shouldn't you take your underwear off, too?" I asked her before I could stop myself from asking my own mother to get completely naked in front of me. I guess maybe it was okay, because she had basically just asked me the same thing. "You know, uh, in case this thing goes off, I mean," I said, motioning to my penis when I said 'this thing'.

"I was about to ask you if you'd mind if I did that," she said, and she looked me bashfully, and her face was a little pink, but not as red as before.

"I don't mind, Mom," I replied, and she smiled back at me, and while she was dropping her undies to the floor, I was a good boy and I took my pajama pants and boxers off for my mom.

It feels weird to say this, by my mom's got a really nice crotch. While she was standing up like this, her vulva was visible as a straight and clean crease between her outer labia. Above that was a thick landing strip of dark pubic hair that was about 2 inches wide and 3 inches tall. It was like something out of a 1970s or 1980s porno, which made sense given my mom's age.

I couldn't keep my eyes on her crotch for too long, though. First, because that wasn't what we were doing here. Second, because my eyes are naturally drawn to large breasts, and they soon traveled up to my mom's chest.

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"Oh, baby," Mom groaned in a deep and serious voice that I had never heard from her before then. I was laying down wearing only a shirt in her still-made king size bed, and she was standing naked at the edge of the bed to my left. My penis was about as hard as it could get, and it twitched in my lap.

"Will you take your shirt off, baby?" Mom asked me, and her voice was higher and sweeter now, but she continued to stare at my twitching erection. I obeyed my mom and pulled my shirt off, which was the last piece of clothing being worn by anyone in the room. My mom and I were both completely naked.

"Try to stay still for a second, honey," Mom said as she got onto the bed on all fours and approached my groin. She positioned her mouth a few inches over my shaft. Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod.

Mom pushed a hot, thick glob of white spit out of her mouth and onto the underside of my penis, right below the head. She did this one more time about halfway down my shaft. Her spit was thick enough that it stayed on top of my shaft without too much dripping down the sides. It was so warm.

I watched as my mom's glorious breasts heaved and jiggled as she got into position on top of me, straddled over my lap.

"I just did the spit thing so there wouldn't be too much friction between us," Mom explained as she lowered her crotch down onto mine, wiggling around until my penis was safely nestled in between her outer labia. At least, that's what it felt like. Although her outer labia appeared bare to me before, now I could feel that there were short hairs there. It actually felt really nice.

I reached up and began fondling her breasts. I remembered that that was the whole purpose of us getting naked on the bed together.

Mom slowly grinded forward and back over the top of the shaft of my penis a couple of times before going still again. I couldn't help it -- my penis responded to her by twitching hard up against her.

"I can feel that, you know," she told me with a smile.

I think I smiled too, but I didn't take my eyes away from her breasts. I was really giving them the business, bouncing them into each other and up and down against her torso. They were so warm, and my fingers sank into their softness so deeply that my fingertips would seem to just disappear into them at times.

My penis hardened against my mother again on its own -- I didn't tell it to do that. Mom grinded back and forth on me again, so slowly that I was not sure if she was doing it consciously at all.

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I knew that this was crazy, but I kept reminding myself of the basic facts which explained everything that was happening between me and my mom:

Mom explained that she wanted me to compare her boobs to my girlfriends because she's aging and has giant breasts and doesn't have anyone else to give her a second opinion.

I agreed to help her, and, since I'm a younger guy and I like big boobs, I inadvertently got an erection which my mom noticed when it bumped into her butt.

Since I have the most contact with Tina's boobs when she's on top of me, Mom decided it would be best for us to assume the same position.

My penis was still hard, so Mom suggested that we get naked together to avoid getting any unwanted bodily fluids all over our clothing. Well, Mom suggested that I get naked, and technically I suggested that she get naked too.

The spit was needed so that our genitals would not uncomfortably mash against each other.

Her spit was so warm. I love her so much.

Yeah. So. With all of that in mind, I'm sure you can see why this is just a totally normal thing.

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Speaking of how normal this is, I should mention how incredible my mom's vulva felt, pressed and sliding against the underside of my penis. That's a normal thought to have about a normal thing that was actually happening.

As we carried on, Mom got to a point where she was still grinding very slowly, but had now begun grinding constantly, with no pauses.

God, her boobs are incredible. I wished that I would never have to take my hands off of them.

I was beginning to feel like this evening was less focused on being a breast exam, and much more focused around the stuff that was happening in and around our genitals.

Mom then began pressing harder down, and moving forward and back faster. Soon she was moving so fast that I could hear it: schlick, schlick, schlick.

Then she began to lean forward, and her breasts were so near to my face, and she asked me: "Will you use your mouth, baby?" She turned to her right side to offer me her left nipple.

I couldn't handle that. I wasn't even inside of her, hardly anything had even happened, and I was already going to ejaculate.

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"Mom, Mom I think, I think I'm-" I stammered, unable to plainly tell my own mom that I was about to cum.

"That's okay!" she said enthusiastically, a huge smile on her face.

"That's okay," she said again, and now she began to reach underneath herself.

She took the base of my shaft in her hand and I almost came, but I did not. She angled me up towards herself.

"Do you want to finish inside?" she asked me and her eyes were bright and she was nodding encouragingly. I think I began nodding before she finished speaking, and I think I began ejaculating before she had gotten me inside of her.

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The first time my mom put me inside of her was probably the best thing that's ever happened to me. The next time was likely the second best, and so-on.

"Oh, baby," Mom groaned. She had offered me her right nipple to suck on as I was finishing deep inside of her, and I was suckled on it like a baby who hadn't eaten for a long time.

I had both hands around my mother's right breast, holding it up to my mouth the whole time I was finishing deep inside of her. Her breasts are so absolutely massive that even both hands couldn't reach all the way around one of them. I sucked very hard, and afterwards I worried that it may have been so much that it was uncomfortable for her, but she didn't seem to mind.

I must have convulsed inside of her 16 or 17 times before my orgasm began to die down.

"All done?" Mom intoned sweetly and she gently stroked my hair with her fingers but I didn't want to release her breast from my grip, or disconnect from her with my mouth, or take myself out of her, or change our current configuration in any way at all.

"My baaaby..." she sang softly in a way that would be completely and totally weird if she was anyone other than my mom, and she kissed my forehead several times.

My hands released her right breast from their grip, and seemingly on their own they drifted to her hips and her lower back, where they held my mother firmly in place against me. I kept her nipple in my mouth. Then she spoke to me, and I looked up into her eyes with my mouth full of her right breast:

"Honey, we can stay like this for as long as you want," she spoke clearly and slowly and softly and she stroked my hair and my forehead. I felt my hands and arms loosen their grip, but they remained on her hips and lower back.

I allowed her breast to fall away from my lips. It tumbled down away from my mouth and rested warmly against my chin. I looked up at my mom, and I smiled, and I don't think I said anything.

Then she kissed me softly on the lips, and my heart fluttered like it had never done before.