This choice: Pete Decides To Explore Even Further • Go Back...Chapter #6Getting Carried Away by: Rita   "Well, I..." Pete mumbled, enamored at the busty beauty in his reflection, "I shouldn't stop now. I mean, if I'm ever going to be comfortable in this body, I should see everything." Pete felt fairly justified, as he reached behind his back and tried to unhook his mother's bra. Easier said than done, Pete found out, as he struggled with clasps. Never having gotten anywhere near second base before, Pete didn't really have the opportunity to pick up the skill of unhooking a bra. After a couple failed attempts, Pete accidentally pinched and separated the right spot, and the bra practically shot off of his body.
"Oh my god!" Pete practically yelled, as he marveled over the two wonderful breasts before him. Pete had never seen a naked pair of breasts (at least not in real life) before and he never imagined that first ones he would see would be so amazing. They were huge, decently perky, and just right kind of nipple size. If Pete had to describe what would the perfect boobs look like, these wouldn't be too far off. They were so great in fact, that it didn't seem to bother Pete that they actually were his Mother's. Shouldn't I be grossed out by this? Pete wondered, as he twisted his torso to get a profile view, Maybe that just means the exploring is working. This is my body right now, not mom's. Is it so wrong to admire my own body? Out of curiosity, Pete placed both of his hands underneath his impressive bust and tested the it's weight.
"Holy shit!" Pete said with a smile, "These things are heavy," Pete made note that although he certainly appreciated the view, his mother's lower back would probably be really sore without the support of a bra for long periods of time. Pete decided to worry about that later, as he continued to play around with his two new favorite toys. He removed his hands, wondering how gravity would affect his new chest. The result was something between dramatic, arousing, and most of all, amusing. Pete, loving the sight of his mother's tits in motion, continued to find every possible way he could make them jiggle. He rotated his shoulders, shook his chest and even jumped up and down. Pete found that each method had it's own unique bounce effect, but all them were equally entertaining to watch.
"This is better than everything on the internet," Pete laughed, as he reached a hand up to his right breast, "But I wonder how sensitive they are," Pete's hand wasn't nearly big enough to cover the whole breast, but tried his best regardless. With a playful squeeze, Pete felt a wave of pleasure go through out his whole body. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, blown away at how incredibly sensitive his tits were. Finding himself unable to stop, he continued to squeeze the breast. Moaning even more so, Pete's other hand had started squeezing the other, unoccupied boob as well. The combined sensation was some kind of sexual intensity Pete had never felt in his entire life. A kind of pleasure Pete didn't even think was possible. But it only increased when he looked back at his reflection. Once Pete had started groping his boobs, he had lost himself in some kind of blissful daze. Now bringing his attention back to the mirror in front of him, he could truly admire the image before him. With the visual aid of a gorgeous older woman playing with her breasts, Pete practically felt like he was going to explode at any second. But before Pete could reach whatever boob oriented climax he was building up to, he stopped immediately due to strange dampness he felt in his mother's panties.
"Did I just wet myself?" Pete was embarrassed, before he realized the obvious, "Oh that's just my, I mean, mom's vagina." Pete shuddered at the thought of accidentally referring to the lady parts as his own, but decided to worry about that later. Although Pete should have expected something like this would naturally happen if he fooled around with his new body, he was too preoccupied playing with his other parts to think about it. Now that he had momentarily stopped caressing his tits, Pete realized that the part of his mother's body that demanded his attention more so than anythings was not his breasts, but his crotch. Maybe I got pretty carried away with this whole thing, Pete thought, as he looked up at his Mother's face in the mirror, Even if this is my body now, full out masturbating seems like a lot. I've gone pretty far, maybe I should draw the line here.
"Fuck that!" Pete smirked, way too horny at the moment to care about morality, "Let's do this thing!". Pete positioned his mother's closet mirror so it had a good view of the couch she had in her room. Pete then giddily made his way to the sofa and made himself comfortable. Making sure he was in direct reflection of the mirror, Pete spread his legs in order to get the best possible view. Alright, everything is set, Pete mentally prepared himself, as his hand reached down the front of his thong, Let's see what Momma's got!
"Alright sweetheart, I've got some bad news," Jane said as she barged into the room, back turned, making sure no one saw her enter, "It turns out we are going to be stuck like th-OH MY GOD!" Turning around, Jane was startled at the sight of her own body, occupied by her son, just moments away from masturbating. Absolutely mortified, Pete couldn't move a muscle. He was so incredibly embarrassed, that he couldn't wiggle a toe if he tried. Unfortunately, this left him in the already awkward position of being in his mother's nearly naked body, with one of her hands millimeters away from her vagina. But no matter how uncomfortable it had been, it only grew more so as the only thing Pete could do was stare at his male body like a deer stuck in headlights.
"Um...Mom, let me explain." Pete managed to stutter out the beginning of an explanation, but drew a blank. He couldn't think of anything reasonable to say, or at least something that would make him sound innocent. Pete could say he took off his clothes in order to familiarize himself with his new body, but he wasn't sure that was actually true and it wouldn't explain why he was about to jack off in his mother's body. Anyway you sliced it, it just looked like Pete was a huge pervert. Hanging his head, Pete awaited any kind of punishment his mother deemed fair, when suddenly Jane...
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