I am a breast man. Don't get me wrong, I like the other parts of a woman also. I enjoy a pair of shapely legs. Especially the ones that start at the ground and go up to make a perfect ass of themselves. I love the feel of pubic hair and the taste, feel and smell of a hot, wet pussy. But I am drawn to breast. I like all sizes and shape of breasts. My favorites are round and firm and sag slightly when the bra is removed. The kind that you can lift slightly and feel their weight. When I have a chance to touch them I do so with reverence. To caress and suckle a breast is almost a religious experience.

I guess this passion for breast started when I was in 5th grade. I woke up one Saturday morning and went into my parent's room to see when they were going to get up. Mom and dad were fast asleep. Mom was laying on her side facing the door and dad was on his side with his arm across mom's side. When I went in I noticed mom's right breast had slipped out of her nightgown. There it was, in all its glory. Round and beautiful. The nipple was not erect but that light brown area in the center was hypnotizing. I stood there just looking and wanting to touch but I was afraid she and dad may wake up and be mad at me for looking at her naked breast. I ran back to my room and thought about the wonderful site. I was hooked.

For the next several years I tried to stay close to mom. I would position myself so I could see down her blouse if she bent over or I would try to catch her with just her bra on. I would also hug her a lot to feel her breast against me. This game was very exciting to me at that age.

Then one day when I was 16, I got up my nerve and told mom I thought her breast were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and could I please, please touch them. She replied with the answer that most mother probably give. "Oh, honey, I am so flattered but no that would not be right." I was very disappointed but decided try "accidentally" to touch her.

We still hugged a great deal and when we hugged and she was in her robe or nightgown I would position myself so I could squeeze her breast between my arm and side. I would also try to have my arms between her arm and body and when we released our embrace I would slide my hand across her breast as she turned. Sometime she would push my hand down so I would miss, sometime she would move my hand after I had it full on her breast and sometimes she would not move my hand until I had massaged her a couple of times.

That summer I went to Florida to visit to my grandmother. While I was there I noticed how her breast were shaped. She was 79 but kept herself in shape. Her breasts were large and round and although gravity had taken its toll she did not sag a lot. I asked her one night if I could touch her and she gave me the same answer my mom did. So I worked out ways to "accidentally" touch her. When I did she did not say anything so I kept on. The next year my granddad died and my grandmother moved in with my mom. I visited my mom as much as I could and "accidentally" touched both of them as much as I could.

One morning I woke up before everyone else and could not get back to sleep so I decided to go to the kitchen and make some coffee. While I was standing at the counter I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and breast against my back. I could tell it was my grandmother.

She hugged me and said "Good morning Danny."

As she hugged me I reached around behind me to hug her back and felt my right hand go around to her back. The way she was standing my left hand did not reach her back but landed on her side. As I moved my left hand a little I realized it was on her breast. I squeezed it slightly and she did not say anything so I kept my hand there for a minute. While she was still holding I twisted in her arms to face her. She was wearing two piece pajamas and I could feel her body next to me. Now I was starting to get a hard-on. She moved to kiss my cheek and I moved my head so our lips met. To my surprise she kept her lips to mine. As we stood there I thought "What the hell" and moved my hand to her breast. As my hand came to rest on her she stopped kissing and looked me in the eye.

"You have always wanted to touch me so go ahead," she said.

I was delighted. As I placed my hand on her breast she said, "That is my bosom and those are my nipples. They don't even get hard any more."

I ran my hand around her soft breast. Lifted them to feel their weight. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on her pajama shirt and slid my hands inside exposing her wonderful mounds. I then kissed her again. This time I let my tongue brush her lips and she opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. As we kissed I could feel her getting turned on. By now I had a full erection and rubbed it against her belly. She let out an uncontrolled moan. I broke off my kiss and lowered my head to her nipple and began making little circles around her nipples. As I did I let my free hand slide down toward her private area. As my hand touched he triangle of pubic hair on the outside of her pajama pants she said, " That is my pussy and it has not worked in years."

"Like your nipples don't get hard," I said as I pinched her erect nipple.

I looked up at her and replied, "It doesn't work or you haven't had anyone to work it." As I said this I unbuttoned the last two buttons of her pajama top. I kissed and licked my way down to the top of her pajama bottoms. I hooked my hands in the elastic on the side and slid them down exposing her cunt. I was on my knees now and without hesitation I reached out with my tongue and slid it between her legs. She was already wet and as I moved the tip of my tongue across her clit she moaned and got even wetter. I was in heaven. I had one hand on my grandmother's breast and my face buried hot, wet pussy. It sure seemed to be working to me. As a matter of fact she was so wet her juices were running down my chin.