Mom To Bimbo 4-Pack : Books 5 – 8

Strait-laced moms break bad, transforming into big-breasted, blonde-haired bimbos with a very sexy point to prove!  Don’t think these women have it in them?  Guess again!  The moms in this bundle are taking every drop and more from their surprised and horny sons!

Includes ‘Mom To Bimbo’ books 5 – 8 : ‘Bimbofied by My Boss To F My Son,’ ‘No F’ing At The Library,’ ‘CEO Mommy,’ and ‘The Bimbo B’n’B.’

Read An Excerpt

“Sit back down, honey,” she said, and she got up from her chair and clicked her way over towards Connor.

Even her walk had changed.  She swung her ass so much that she could feel it bursting the seams of her tight, pencil-skirt.

It wasn’t lost on Connor either.  He even let his mother pass him so that he could take a look at her hour-glass figure from behind.  She was walking with so much sass that Connor started to forget who she was.

He could feel his cock twitch as it responded to the woman in front of him.  He was like a hunter, acutely attuned to the prey before him.  What he hadn’t yet realized though, was that his mom was the hunter.

Deborah patted the cushions and fluffed them out for Connor to sit back down and relax.  Neither of them noticed the little camera blinking in the corner of the room.

Connor sat back in the chair and his mother stayed by his side.  She put a hand on his thigh and rubbed it slowly.

“You just wait her for the doctor, there’s a good boy.”

Connor looked side-eyed at his mom.  Her cleavage was like a lure, inviting him in.  Connor couldn’t ignore it.  His eyes ventured downwards, and Deborah knew she had him.

“Were you just looking at my tits?” she asked plainly.

“What?  Mom!  No!” Connor lied.

In the room beyond Dr. Hancock was now reclining in his chair and clasping his hands as he watched his masterplan unfold.

“It looked like you were trying to look at my tits,” Deborah continued, and she brought her chin to her chest and looked down at them too.  “I can’t blame you.  They look fantastic, don’t they?”

Connor swallowed nervously and hummed in quiet agreement.  He’d hoped Deborah would sit back in her seat and change back to the woman that he remembered, but there was no chance of that for the moment.

Deborah popped more buttons of her shirt open until she could see the full majesty of her tits beneath.  Her bra was barely doing any of the work.  It was merely cupping a pair of toned, full breasts, the likes of which Deborah hadn’t seen on herself for almost twenty years.

“They do look good, don’t they?” she said aloud, talking to herself as much as Connor.  “Let’s get a better look at these things.”

She pulled back her shirt and Connor sat up in his chair.  He looked around to the exits, then up at his mom.

“You—you can’t do that here,” he said.  “Dr. Hancock might be out soon.”

“I’m sure he’d calm down if he saw these,” Deborah said.  “Just enjoy me, honey.”

She popped the clasp on her bra.  Connor wasn’t about to leave.  He’d waited so long for an appointment that he’d be a fool to squander it now.

Besides, his mom really did have an incredible pair of tits, and he was just as curious as she was to see them uncovered.

Deborah wasted no time.  Only around four men had ever seen her breasts in real-life, which is quite the achievement for a woman in her forties.  Connor was not one of those men.

Connor didn’t turn away now.  The second he clapped eyes on those perfectly formed breasts, he was done for.  Something about how round and full they were made him melt.  They seemed to invite him towards them.

“What do you think?” Deborah asked, and she cupped them and pinched the nipples playfully.  “Look good enough to fuck, don’t they?”

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