Before I got back home from college, my mother called me up and told me that I was going to see expect a remarkable change. I just assumed that she meant she redecorated the house or bought a new car like how she's wanted to do for the last few years. What I did see, was something that I would never have expected literally in a million years.
When I got home, I looked around; nothing about the house was changed. I went to my bedroom to see if that surprise was a gift that she bought me, but there was nothing unusual there either. I saw her pull up in the driveway in her same old car, so I was wrong about that as well. When she entered the house I ran downstairs for a welcome back hug.
"Oh, sweetie, you're finally here," She said.
We wrapped our arms around each other and gave each other a nice big hug. Now there was something unusual there. I had to extend my arms a little bit further around her body to hug her. There was something about her that was somehow pushing me away. I pulled away from her and gave her a curious look.
"Is there something wrong honey?" she asked with a sinister like smile.
"I think so," I said. "Is there something different about you?"
"Take a guess," she said and stepped back so I could get a good look at her. It didn't take me long to notice the huge difference in her. It was something that I couldn't believe I didn't notice earlier when I went to hug her. She was wearing shorts and a tight white tank top with a push up bra that held up these two big tits.
"I never thought I'd ever have to ask you this mom, but here it goes. Mom, did you get breast implants?"
"YES!" she said as she jumped a little like a schoolgirl. Her new tits jiggled momentarily.
"I went from a 34b to a 38dd. Aren't they wonderful?"
I didn't know how to respond to that question, I just stood there in disbelief staring at those knockers.
"You are also the first guy to get a good feel of them."
"What? How's that?"
"When you hugged me, silly. Honey are you ok?"
"Uh, yeah mom. I just didn't expect this when you told me that you had a surprise for me."
"I know it's shocking, and not something that you would expect your old mother to do. But it's my body, my decision, and it's something that I wanted to do for a long time. So you are going to have to get used to it."
"Ok, you're right as always. I just didn't know how to react, but if it makes you happy then they make me happy...I mean..it makes me happy."
We both got a good chuckle out of that remark. During the next month, my mom paraded herself around the beach neighborhood in skimpy outfits and bikinis for all to see. It was a little disturbing for me, having strange men gawking at my mother like how I would gawk at other women with big tits.
Before the change, my mother was a beautiful woman; lovely dirty blonde hair, always worked out so she was always had a good figure, pretty face, nice ass. She got divorced about five years ago, it was a mutual thing between my parents, so they are not bitter at each other or anything.
I have to admit, that when I was going through puberty, her body was a fantasy image that I would often use for myself. But I stopped when I got older and realized how disgusting it was for me to think of her in that way. But now that she got these new tits, I find myself going back to those fantasies. I feel bad about doing that, but I can't help it, she has become a total knockout. And she would literally knock me out if she knew what I've been fantasizing about.
Another month went by, and there was another change in my mother this time her attitude. She seemed more depressed and irritated for some reason, and not so happy to show off her new tits. One night, when we were drinking beers and watching professional wrestling on TV, some of those big breasted girls that they have there came out in bikinis, the crowd went wild, but I heard my mother mumbling something in anger.
"Is there something wrong mom?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said sternly.
"Oh come on, there's obviously something wrong with you. Just tell me."
She turned off the TV and looked at me.
"Honey, can you pretend that I'm not your mother for while, so you can talk to me honestly without getting embarrassed?"
"Sure, what's wrong?"
"I think that getting my new breasts were a mistake."
"Why's that?"
"Guys aren't coming on to me as much as I was hoping they would."
"Oh."
"I don't think they look real."
"You don't."