Cynthia's best feature always was her insanely well endowed rack. You had to stop inviting your friends over after your dad got remarried as they would all just stare at your step mom dazed and not actually do anything with you, such was her breasts magnificence. You had often caught your eyes wander to her chest, and she had often caught you as well, scolding you in a manner that suggested that she actually liked the attention, her voice more teasing than angry.
You snuck in as quietly as you could manage, and you were now staring over your sleeping step mother, watching that glorious chest rise and fall. You were now at the most delicate stage of the operation. How were you going to get those lovely meat bags off of her without her waking? Cynthia wasn't a particularly heavy sleeper, and fondling such a sensitive area would no doubt awaken her. You think for a moment, before deciding to screw subterfuge and just do what was easiest: ask.
You put your hand on Cynthia's shoulder and shake her lightly, causing her to awaken with a startle. "Eric?" She asks, still half asleep. "What's up, what do you need?"
"Hey mom, can I borrow your boobs." You ask, not even attempting to soften your intent. You were horny and you were not ashamed.
Hey eyes widen as she looks at you, wondering if you had lost your mind. She looked into your eyes and saw your conviction. Her mouth widened into a smile, her eyes narrowing a little seductively. "Oh, I see my little boy wants to play with a big girl now, does he?" She playfully taunted.
"I'm just tired of pretending that I didn't notice those melons you had on you." You shamelessly state.
"So am I." She tells you. You are a little shaken by this, as you hadn't expected her to be this forthcoming about doing this. What startled you more though was what followed this. You had intended to surprise Cynthia with these new detachment powers, show her that you could quite literally borrow her chest, but she was apparently very aware of this strange new world of transformation as she reached under her nightie and plucked both of her massive bazooms off and offered them to you. "Give them back before dinner. And just so we're clear I'm not cheating on our father. I am lending you these parts, I have NO IDEA what you're going to do with them." She said with a wink.
"I won't tell if you won't." You say. Cynthia playfully reaches up and pulls her mouth clean off of her face, tossing it across the room with a teasing shrug. You leave the room and quickly make it to your own bedroom, setting Cynthia's detached rack on your bed. You stared at the perfect patches of flesh. They were yours to do with a you pleased.
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