Chapter 1: Where Did THESE Come From?!

David was dreaming about writing down what Mary Ellen Milan wanted to order from the Chinese Palace. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was so pretty that, without thinking, he reached out and cupped her boob.

Suddenly there was screaming.

David's eyes fluttered open as he scrambled to come up with an excuse as to why he would just reach out and grab a girl's boob in public like that.

He managed to open his eyes and look at the clock: 3:00 AM. Looking out into the hall, he saw light coming from his mother's room, and suddenly wasn't so sure the scream had come from his dream. He got up -- quietly in case it was an intruder -- grabbed the baseball bat he had lying in the corner behind his door and noiselessly hurried to his mother's room. The sheets were flipped back and the bathroom light was on, so he stepped to the doorway of that room.

And his jaw dropped. David didn't know his mother was an A cup, he just knew that she was very flat -- she always had been. However, there was at least a D cup set of perky boobs hanging off her chest now, and she was studying them in the mirror. The baseball bat dropped to the floor.

"Mom!"

Lydia Moreno jumped, startled, and clasped her hands over her new boobs. "David! Don't -- ungh!" She groaned and involuntarilly squeezed her boobs as she felt them trigger the orgasms that arched her back and forced her to her knees.

"Unnngh!" she groaned again as her hands squeezed her breasts to bring on another orgasm.

"Mom!" David didn't know if she was in pain or if she were -- but, no, she couldn't be. She was his mother. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her breasts. She fought him for a moment, then relented. Slowly, she refocussed from the orgasms, panting.

"Are you okay?" David asked.

"Yes... I'm... okay... let go... of my... hands," she breathed.

"Are you in pain?"

"No," she said emphatically. "Certainly not, not pain. Let go of my hands, David."

David didn't want her to grab her chest and collapse to the floor again. "You're sure you're okay?"

"David, let go of my hands. What are you trying to do? Gape at my breasts?"

David immediately let go. "No! No, I'm just concerned about you."

Lydia stood. "David, turn around while I cover up."

David clamped his eyes shut and turned around. "Are you sure you're okay, Mom?"

"David, I don't know. I just... I just..."

She gave a high pitched sigh, and David turned to face her. "Mom, are you --?"

She was trying to ease her robe over her breasts without orgasming again. "David, go to the kitchen, please."

"But -- "

"You're making me uncomfortable standing there while I get dressed. Go wait for me in the kitchen, and I'll be right there."

David stared at her boobs. Lord, they were big now! "Yes, ma'am." He turned away and walked out to the kitchen, worried she might collapse to the floor again. He heard several groans and high-pitched sighs and was seriously considering going back in to check on her, when she came out in a transparent nightie top.

"Mom, you know that you can see -- "

"Well, David, it was the only thing light enough to not make me orga-- to not irritate my breasts." She pulled a chair out and sat down.

"What? Did they just -- " he made gestures about his chest area "-- swell?"

"I guess so. Since I went to bed, no less."

"Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?"

"No. No, I think I'll wait until tomorrow."

"But they -- this isn't... natural."

"You're telling me! But I think I'll wait until tomorrow and make an appointment to see Dr Schnyder."

"I don't know. Is that wise? To wait?"

"I'll be okay."

"So you'll what? Sleep on your back tonight? So that you don't irritate them?"

Lydia arched an eyebrow. "I'll figure out how to sleep by myself, David. Your mind doesn't even need to go there."

David cast his eyes down. "Yes, ma'am."

She stood and couldn't help brushing a nipple with the back of her hand as she did so. "Mmmmm," she smiled. "We should get back to bed. And I'll call the doctor in the morning."

"If you're -- "

"Yes, I am sure. I need to get back to bed." With that, she headed back to the bedroom, shutting the door.

David walked back and listened at the door before returning to his room. Already, he could hear moans and sighs.

David went back to his bed, but didn't get any sleep the rest of the night either.

When the alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning, David went to his mother's door and knocked, paused, then opened the door.

There was sudden movement at the bed -- the covers being yanked up to cover his mother's body.

"Mom?" David called quietly. He knew she was pretending to be asleep, but it was less awkward to play along with her. "Mom? Get up."

"Hmmm?" She sighed and arched her back, then quivered as the covers moving over her nipples triggered another orgasm.

She opened her eyes. "Oh, David, what a night," she sighed.

"I know, Mom. We need to make an appointment for you to see Dr Schnyder today."

"Yes, sweetie. You go on to class and I'll call."

"No, Mom. I don't want you to... " -- he really could not tell his mother that he didn't want her to squeeze her breasts until she orgasmed her brains to mush, even though that was what he was worried about -- "... fall back asleep. Let's get you to the kitchen."

"No, honey, I'm just fine right here."

"No, we need to get you to the kitchen so you don't fall back asleep." He tugged the covers back from her neck. She was still in her transparent nightie, her big boobs still there, the nipples still erect. The effects they were having on him even though she was his mother! He would have given almost anything to reach out and knead those big things, making her cum and whimper with every squeeze. But there was no way he could do such a thing. She was his mother, for God's sake. So get a grip on your animal urges, he told himself! "Come on, Mom." He held her hand and pulled her up.