My sons are obsessed with my big boobs. They go around saying things like, “Mommy got boobs,” and “Got milk to go with those boobs.” I am not embarrassed to flaunt my rack. I use my tits to my advantage every chance I can. Like when my youngest son gets in trouble at school for jacking off in the bathroom. Personally, I think it is healthy for boys to pleasure themselves at school. Unleashing a load of boy spunk clears the mind. It allows the young ones to focus on their studies. So when I was summoned to the principal’s office, I didn’t see the big issue of rubbing one out in a stall. Most of us have played with ourselves in the bathroom before. Well, when I got down to the school, turns out there was a little more to the story. My son was playing with himself in the bathroom, it was just the girl’s bathroom. Actually, it was the ladies room of the teacher’s lounge. Now I had a problem. He was jacking his pecker spying on sexy MILF teachers. Not sure I could get him out of this one.
I used my big tits with the male principle as much as I could. Cleavage peaks. A wardrobe malfunction. The arm squeeze to make them bigger. I told my son to go wait in the car. I needed to settle this with more than just my jugs. I couldn’t very well tell the principle my son’s obsession with MILFs comes from his mommy. When I was alone with the principle, I gave him the sob story of raising three boys alone as a single mother. I made up bullshit struggles that never existed. Discussed how hard it’s been for me to even have a dating life. My sob story worked. He had sympathetic eyes. As I bent over his desk to grab a tissue, I did the obligatory boob brush against his arm. Now I had his attention. I saw the hard cock in his trousers, helped my myself to his throbbing member. Slipped it between my tits and sucked the head of his pulsating penis. A few licks, a few strokes and he came on my tits. I told him, he could cum on my tits whenever he wanted, if my son just got a warning this time. He took the bribe. I went back to the car with the principal’s hot spunk on my rack and told my son he owed me. He never minds owing me. He knows I accept pay back in boy batter.
