*Note* – There are multiple instances of bold text, as well as italics I would like to maintain if it isn’t too much trouble. Thank you!
Thursday – 1:48 AM
Seven years. She couldn’t believe it, but the math added up. It had been seven years since another person had touched her. Sexually, anyway. Seven years since she lost her husband, and her son lost his father. The tension had been building for most of it, especially since we’re bombarded by sex in everything we see, read, and hear. Maybe tension wasn’t the right word. It felt more like starvation. Sexual starvation.
Joanne Kiddish slipped her right hand under the waist band of her purple cotton underwear, working her fingers through the jungle she had neglected between her legs. She looked at the clock on her nightstand beside the table lamp emitting a dim, orange glow and sighed. Hopefully, sexual release was all she would need to get at least a few hours sleep.
The tip of her middle finger grazed her sensitive area. Electricity shot through each of her nerve endings, causing her back to arch as she fought to keep the squeals inside. She was slick, the intersection between her legs coated in her sensual juices. As her muscles relaxed, she applied more pressure, rubbing in a circular motion with her middle and ring fingers together. She panted and writhed on the bed, trying desperately not to be heard as her fingers stimulated her pleasure center.
She could hear him in the next room, though. Again. Either he didn’t realize, or he didn’t care; she wasn’t sure which. He panted and grunted, the headboard lightly knocking against the wall. She wondered what he was watching, what he was getting himself off to. Was it lesbians? She could get into that. Two beautiful women trading orgasms in creative ways? Yes, please! At least women knew how to get each other off.
The thought of two beautiful women in coitus, their legs wrapped around one another, grinding their engorged flowers together, ugh! She pulled her panties off with her free hand as she sat up, fingers making their way inside. She contorted herself at just the right angle to hit her G-spot and couldn’t contain a deep, loud, quick moan of pleasure escaping her lips.
Maybe he was watching cum-shot videos. Oh, how she missed semen. She loved everything about it. She reveled in the taste, the warmth, the texture. She loved the way thick gooey puddles of it felt on her triple-D breasts; warm and sticky as it clung to her pale flesh. The gooier the better. She knew she was being too loud now, yelping with each pant but unable to contain it. The thoughts of hot, sticky jizz pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
Her fingers dug in, their motions becoming almost violent, rapidly pounding away inside her own body as she began to tense, every muscle and every tendon pulling as hard as they could while she exploded. She squealed as her juices splattered the inside of her panties, panting and screeching as her orgasm reached a fever pitch.
She collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily, unable to see straight. Her undersized spaghetti-strap tank top was askew, breasts fully exposed, belly bulge sticking out of the bottom. She didn’t even care until she looked to her right and saw him. Her 19-year-old son frozen in the doorway, staring at her.
Ugh. Steven. He must have come to check on her. She was trying to be quiet. She rarely ever had orgasms, but when she did, it was epic. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it five times a day like him.
“Do you need something, baby?” she asked, still out of breath.
“Uh…”
Why bother covering up? He’d already seen her in all her glory, and besides that, she was exhausted. He could ask what he wanted to ask and go on about his business with her titties flopping in the breeze, ginger pubes slowly drying in the fresh air; exposed and half asleep, she lacked the energy to care. He should have knocked if he didn’t want to see his mother naked.
She stretched and closed her eyes.
When Joshua, her husband, left them behind, she and Steven went through a period of serious trauma bonding. She knew they were closer than normal as a result, and somehow, subconsciously, Steven had taken his father’s place to a small degree.
“Steven, it’s late. What do you need?”
“Well, I was… I thought you were dying…” he trailed off.
“Oh. Baby, neither of us is that lucky. You saw what I was doing. I’m fine… more or less. Now, is there anything else you need, or are you just enjoying the view?”
“Uh… I guess that’s all.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was staring at her nakedness, stunned. She figured he was disgusted by how much she had let herself go. She just had to buy new jeans, for Bob’s sake. Size 18! Her triple-D’s were barely fitting into their bra cups anymore but she couldn’t find the right size anywhere. Stupid cake. There was always cake at the office. As if it wasn’t bad enough everyone just sat there staring at computer screens all day, but they had to give them cake, too? Someone upstairs in the big offices must have really had a thing for fat, middle-aged women. Well, everyone had their fetish.
“Look, baby, if there’s nothing else, then good night,” she said with a sigh.
“OK.”
She stretched out her muscles, allowing her body to properly sink into the mattress. She felt so relaxed and comfortable, she didn’t even bother to fix her top and just let her exposed breasts bounce and sway however they liked.
She could feel her son standing in the doorway for another few minutes before she heard his footsteps carry him back to his own room. Within minutes, she could hear him again. She wondered how anyone could jerk off that much.
#
It was a legitimate struggle to turn away from her and go back to his own room. Steven was powerless against the allure of his own curvaceous, delicious, and so obviously needy mother. He had everything she needed but lacked the courage to give it to her. She would never be receptive to his advances. She was his mother.
Instead, it would be his own hand milking that thick, erotic fluid from his body. That was good enough, though. For now. Even though he desperately wished to see it splatter on her rather than himself.
His pulsating erection was just waiting for him when he slid the elastic band of his gym shorts partway down his thighs. As he took himself in his own firm grip, he considered how things in her bedroom could have been different. No, how they should have been different.
If he’d had any balls at all, he would have marched right up to that bed while she was squealing in pleasure, dropped his shorts, confidently laid her down, and climbed on top. He would have looked deep into her eyes, leaned forward, and given her the most loving, most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced. And of course, she would lean toward him, accept his mouth and his body, widening her legs as she pulled him deep into herself.
He could almost feel his mothers’ vulva separating to accommodate his manhood. A salivating flower starving for him, eagerly gobbling up every inch. The moisture would ease the entry while the narrow walls of her canal would squeeze, almost hugging, loving his penis the way only a mother could. In his mind, her warm, moist love tunnel consumed him.
Her soft, curvy form would be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen as he sat up on his knees and stimulated her clitoris with his thumb while he gently rocked back and forth, pushing himself deeper into her, then pulling himself back again in a consistent, fluid motion. Her full, generous breasts would tantalize as they splayed out across her rib cage, jiggling and bouncing as she moved her body to match his rhythm. Her nipples, two pink harpoons jutting out into the night would be his to enjoy with his mouth.
His mind wandered downward, toward the delectable hills and valleys of her mid-section. She had gained some weight, and damned if it didn’t look great on her. He longed to be between those thick thighs, squeezing her creamy hips as she slammed himself in her, causing everything she had to bounce and squish. He could tell she hated it, but he was as drawn to the jiggling mass around her waist line as he was to her breasts; perhaps even more. He imagined pulling out of her and splashing his creamy white fluids all over the squeezable belly bulge just above her wonderfully wild pubic forest.
That thought pushed him over the edge. His body tensed, pulling him forward as the pressure mounted deep in his loins, finally giving way to an explosion of cum. Satisfying white spurts shot up into the air as he continued pounding away at himself, mind rapt with images of his mother’s overweight body and impressive breasts bouncing and squishing as he shot rope after rope of his hot fluids all over her perfect body.
Thursday – 8:22 AM
Joanne was flustered, rifling through her drawers right next to the laundry basket, which was piled three feet high.
“Of course I have nothing to wear,” she sighed.
Her underwear drawer was nearly bare. It was down to the stuff she couldn’t be bothered to throw away, but hadn’t worn in too long to remember. She grabbed a pair of lacy, dark red panties and reasoned it was better than going without, even though she hated wearing them. In the bedroom, sure, they’re sexy and fun for an hour, but all day in the office? Not so much.
She knew her bush and the lace of her panties would be uncomfortable enemies for the next twelve hours, but she just didn’t have time to do any landscaping. With a defeated sigh, she pulled her panties up under her skirt and fought to adjust them comfortably around the jungle on her crotch and creases under her buttocks which seem to have moved since the last time she had worn “sexy” undies. Full coverage was not an option today, she mused.
She threw her thick, red mane up into a messy bun as she passed by Steven’s room on her way to the bathroom. She had to stop, back up, and do a double take. Was he aware his door was open? He was seated in front of his computer, stimulating himself while an overweight ginger lady on the computer screen was showered in sticky, white fluid from a myriad of men in all directions. A cornucopia of cum, she thought.
She felt a tingle as she took in the video, imagining the warmth and gooey-ness of it all. She ached inside as a damp residue emerged between her legs. Her heart rate intensified as her breath struggled to catch up. Steven suddenly grunted, leaning forward and groaning as thick ropes of semen blasted into his free hand. She came back to herself, hastily fleeing the scene.
The car rumbled to life in the garage. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. Lost in her own lascivious reverie, she accidentally witnessed her son’s ejaculation. Was she that needy? Was she so thirsty for stimulation that a few seconds of pornography could snatch her away into a tumultuous brain fog of sexual ecstasy, riveting her feet to the floor despite the situation?
She wondered what he did with it. She never found a crusty sock or T-shirt in his laundry. She knew what she would do with a handful of thick man nectar. Not his, of course! Just in general. She was feeling disoriented… confused. She was deeply aroused from the video and the thoughts that it triggered, but now his presence was all mixed up with it.
There was a slightly cool sensation between her labia as her own personal lubricant emanated from within. Even the smallest movements, each and every fidget, was euphoric as her own vulva squished and stimulated her swollen clitoris. She kept thinking about taking a man’s climax in her mouth, imagined feeling it spill over her lip, down her chin, and onto her breasts as her overly sensitive genitalia began to trickle beneath her skirt. Of course her son would inherit her cum fetish.
Her fingers pressed hard against her genitals, stimulating through her panties. Twice in one day. She really must be thirsty for a hard screw. She squealed and thrusted her hips as she climaxed, tightening her muscles and gritting her teeth against the euphoric burst of full-body pleasure. She sat back in the idling car, catching her breath. Her fingers were moist. She had soaked through her panties.
She reached into the glove compartment for a wad of napkins which she used to hastily wipe up as much as she could. She didn’t have time to change. Wasting ten minutes in the garage masturbating wasn’t part of a normal morning routine. She took a deep breath and held it. A moment later, she allowed it to flow outward, feeling her lungs deflate, the air blowing past her lips and taking the tension in her shoulders with it.
Now, she was ready for work.
#
It was her turn, he decided. Steven had watched his mother masturbate, and now she was going to watch him. He enjoyed a pornographic video of a woman who looked just enough like his mother to get the job done. He held his erection in his hand, stroking while watching this sexy Joanne look-alike happily accept veritable truckloads of jizz.
He knew the door was open, but glanced back to make sure it still was, eagerly anticipating the moment she would catch him. In the distance, her bedroom door opened, then closed hard. She was in a hurry, must be running late again. Her footsteps hurried in his direction. His body tingled, electric magic making its way up his manhood. He stroked harder.
Her footsteps passed by the door, stopped, and lightly backtracked. His mother was watching him masturbate. She wasn’t leaving.
She should come into the room. She should take his hand, lead him to the bed, and climb on top. She should ride him until he exploded in her.
His dick jumped in his hand, causing him to grunt as his body seized in extreme pleasure just as he shot out his first strips of cum. He hoped his mother was impressed. He wanted this. He wanted her to see. It just kept coming, rope after rope, quickly filling up his hand. He wished it was her mouth, or her pussy, or maybe even her breasts. He didn’t care where, really, just as long as she was involved.
Thursday – 6:41 PM
As she pulled into the driveway and up to the garage, her mind returned to what had happened that morning. Seeing the video. Watching her son cum. She was aroused and confused all at once. She was sure it was the video that got her juices flowing. The splattering on the screen. Not the mess he made watching it. Why couldn’t he have closed the door?
She knew she should have been more disturbed, but guessed it was just due to the closeness of their relationship. It was just the two of them, and they had always been very honest and transparent about everything. Besides, sex and sexual behavior was a normal human function. Maybe it was everyone else who made too big a deal of it all. Either way, she needed these panties off. The lace had tugged at her pubic hair all day long and they were slightly crusty from her inappropriate behavior in the car before work. Overall, they were very uncomfortable.
She tossed her dirty clothes from the day on top of the overgrown pile and stood looking at her nakedness in the full-body mirror in the corner. She always felt that she had nice breasts, and that hadn’t changed. Maybe they actually looked better now. They were fuller and rounder. The rest of her body though, she hated. She was bulging in places she didn’t think she should be. Her thighs rubbed together. Her butt felt like a water bed with every step. No wonder she hadn’t had sex in seven years.
She stepped closer to inspect her face with its light wrinkling, crows feet, laugh lines, and the freckles she never really liked. A red-headed Irish-woman. Of course she had freckles. She had freckles just about everywhere. They were down her shoulders, back, arms, a little on her hands, they extended halfway down her chest, and even had sparse freckles on her legs. She had always been told they were cute, or on rare occasions, sexy, but she disagreed. She also noticed the bags under her eyes seemed to be growing more prominent. She sighed at her own reflection. Aging. The most un-sexy thing a woman could do, as far as she was concerned.
She heard Steven’s footsteps coming toward her room and wrapped herself in a terry cloth robe. That’s when it dawned on her: knocking had never really been a habit in their house.
A moment later, the bedroom door swung open revealing her son.
“Mom, hi,” he said, then just stared at her.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?”
“Oh… I… Laundry. I’m out of clean stuff. I was going to wash some and thought you might need some, too.”
“Oh, you’re awesome! Thank you!”
He stared at her for a moment.
“Steven. It’s over there next to the dresser, where it always is.”
“Yes! I see it. I’ll grab it. Now. Yeah.”
She closed the door behind him as he carted off her mountain of laundry. He was definitely acting strangely. She felt guilty, concerned that he must have been traumatized by walking in on her before. Familial bond aside, who wants to walk in on a fat, middle-aged woman two knuckles deep in her own pudendum? And the position she was in! She must have looked like a sad dog crouched by a fire hydrant.
Her robe was open, not doing a great job of concealing her nudity, and she wasn’t totally sure she was trying that hard. She hadn’t even bothered to tie it. Maybe part of her wanted him to see. Maybe she wanted anyone to see, even if it meant showing them against their will. Maybe she should walk into a crowded restaurant and fling open her robe, shouting, “look at my tits!” As if anyone would actually want to see. She was a woman and she had needs, damn it! Now, “look at my tits!”
As she lay back on her bed, naked body on full display, she could faintly hear the telltale panting, knocking, and grunting sounds. He also had needs, but lucky for him it seemed his hand was enough.
#
As Steven carried away his mother’s pile of dirty laundry, his erection rubbed itself against the cloth of his shorts, creating an odd sensation of pleasure as he tried to walk. She was naked! Again! Sure, she had on her robe, but it wasn’t closed. The inner curvature of her breasts was on full display above her sweet, bulging belly. Her entire bush was visible just beneath that incredibly delicious belly pooch he loved so much. His dick was actually beginning to hurt as he reached the bottom of the stairs with the mountain of clothing.
He dropped the pile on the floor beside the washing machine and stared in awe. On top of the pile was the sexiest pair of lace underwear he’d ever seen. He reach out toward it, his fingers barely grazing the panties before finally wrapping around them and lifting them off the pile. He brought them up to his nose and gave them a cautious sniff. His eyes widened. He could actually smell her fluids. The laundry could wait. He had to bury this treasure immediately!
Friday – 8:37 PM
Joanne hated these stupid work conferences. It threw off her whole routine and she had to rub elbows with a bunch of morons who didn’t even know what they did for a living. What exactly did they do for a living? What was her job? She just typed information into forms on the computer all day. Why did she need to put the information from the paper forms into the computer forms? Couldn’t they just skip the paper forms and put it directly into the computer? She guessed she wouldn’t have a job if that were the case, though. She managed an entire department of people who were doing it. $150K a year for that. Granted, she had two college degrees that definitely inflated her salary, but it still seemed absurd.
Mostly, though, she was thankful to Steven for doing laundry. It felt good to be in real underwear again. He did just as much for her as she did for him, despite his full-time status as a college student. As much as it worried her, he truly was her rock. To be honest, he really was the only man she needed, but she was a real mess sometimes. She was always so busy, so stressed, so tired, and honestly, so freakin’ horny. Too bad he would never be able to help with that.
That particular need is why and how she found herself in Jimmy’s hotel room. Jimmy Thomas took a 4-hour flight to attend this silly conference every year. She knew him well enough. They had enjoyed a lunch or a drink from time to time over the years, as well as the occasional e-mail from work or casual online interactions. At the moment, though, they were enjoying a thorough bout of tongue-wrestling. Her blouse was already unbuttoned with her excess breast meat spilling out of an undersized bra, jiggling all over the place like a pair of fruity gelatin molds.
He unzipped his pants, meager erection pointing up toward the ceiling. It felt like a rock in her hand, gently throbbing against her flesh. She grasped it firmly in her fist and pulled his soft flesh upward toward the head, then changed direction, pulling it back down toward the testicles. She pulled all the way down to the base of his penis, stretching the flesh, fully exposing the perfectly sculpted head as she gave it a squeeze, holding the position. His penis jumped in her hand as he unleashed a deeply pleasurable moan.
Maintaining pressure, she pulled his flesh upward again as if to milk him. She was rewarded with a thick glob of clear, glistening pre-cum climbing out of his urethra. She gently caressed the cleft on the underside of his head, eliciting a gasp from his lips. Her thumb slid up over his curvature, collecting the semen from its resting place. Her vagina felt ready to burst as she drew her thumb over her tongue, transferring his warm fluid onto it. She had forgotten how good it tasted.
His face met her breasts, which he squished between his meaty hands. He sucked gently on her cleavage as she squeezed his penis, pulling the flesh up and down over the engorged vessels within. He moaned with pleasure as he reached around under her shirt, deftly popping her bra clasp with a quick jerk.
She shrugged her top off of her shoulders and down her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor as Jimmy pulled her bra forward, the slinky straps sliding down her arms. He breathed in the glory of her pendulous breasts swinging freely with their pink nipples fully erect. She leaned toward him, high up on her knees, giving him access. He gently gripped her breast, gave it a sensual squeeze, and dragged his tongue across her engorged nipple before closing his mouth around her large areola. Hungrily, he sucked her breast, tongue stimulating her nipple, sending shock waves throughout her upper body.
She was breathing heavier, her heart pounded as her vulva tingled with excitement. She hadn’t been touched by a man in this way in far too long. She squeezed his hardness, deeply anticipating the moment of penetration and the inevitable warm splash it would produce.
He moaned, whining with her breast still in his mouth. She looked down, still stroking his manhood with a careful pace and consistent squeeze. A thick rope of white goo fired out and landed on his torso. She quickly moved her free hand to the head of his penis, cupped to catch the next blast, then the next, and another thick rope after that. She continued stroking, keeping her pace consistent as thick globs of white poured out of his urethra and into her waiting hand.
“What should I do with this?” she asked in her most seductive voice, a smile playing at her lips.
He lay back with a deep sigh.
“Should I smear it on my tits while I fuck you silly?” she urged, playfully.
He sighed again before speaking. “Listen. Uh… I have, like, a ton of work to do. I’m sorry, but I really need to get a lot done before I go to bed… so…”
She was taken aback. She wiped her hand onto his pants, smearing his semen all over before leaping to her feet.
“Oh. So… what? You thought you would bring me back to your room, use me to get your rocks off, and just leave me drenched and wrenched?”
“I… no. I’m sorry. I just… This was a mistake.”
“Why? Is it because I’m too fucking fat? You couldn’t tell how fat I was until you me naked?”
“Don’t be like that!”
“I thought we were friends. I thought we could have some fun and help each other out. You look like you need it more than I do! You’re not fucking Hercules, you know!”
“Joanne, please. I’m sorry.”
“No, you know what?” she spat while slipping her top back on, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been fucked in seven years, and I thought a friend might be a good place to start.”
She crookedly fastened three buttons on her blouse and threw her jacket on as she became painfully aware of how sheer her top was. She slammed the door on her way out, bra in one hand, purse in the other.
She stormed down the hallway and slapped the “call elevator” button, leaning against the wall staring at her feet as she waited, lamenting her un-fuck-ability.
#
Steven knew that his sexual proclivities and fantasies about his mother weren’t normal, but neither was their relationship. After his father passed, it stopped being the typical ‘Mom is the authority and I’d better do what she says,’ and became something more akin to a partnership.
Suddenly, they were dealt a devastating blow. Together. They experienced the greatest loss imaginable. From then on, it was more of a ‘how do we survive this thing together?’ kind of thing. They bolstered one another, each leaning on the other, always there for each other.
It also meant more responsibility for Steven. At twelve years old, just as he was hitting puberty, he had to be the man of the house. Mom worked full time, multiple jobs at times. She went back to school to get a second degree. All of this meant Steven doing laundry, cooking dinner, keeping the house cleaned up. It meant supporting his mother when she had a rough time and struggled to find the energy or the time to get it all done.
Life was difficult and exhausting for several years, which also meant that their down time had borne a more intimate quality. They rented a lot of movies together, sometimes they just fell asleep in the evening watching sitcoms together. There was a lot of physical affection, too. Maybe to make up for the fact that they were missing a vital part of their family, and maybe they were more appreciative of each other because of that loss. They hugged often, kissed a lot, and even snuggled up under blankets together on cooler nights.
None of this every felt wrong to him. If anything, it felt right. It felt natural. The natural progression of their relationship. He always felt more like a husband than a son. That wasn’t helped much by the fact that his mother treated him like a husband. The only thing missing from the relationship was sex. Even as a young man, when Steven would likely have been having sex, especially once he started college, he just wasn’t. He was too busy being his mother’s husband. Not that he minded. In fact, he loved it; and he loved her. She was his.
That was the thought on his mind as his penis exploded in his right hand, while his mother’s panties were bunched up in his left. She was his.
Friday – 10:41 PM
It was warmer on the way home than she had expected. It was probably because her blood was boiling. Not just in anger at Jimmy, but also embarrassment, a bit of shame, and if she was honest with herself, a little hurt. Not to mention the sexual stimulation she now desperately needed, but she was too hungry to rub one out in the car again. Maybe after dinner she would go to her room and finish herself off before crying herself to sleep.
She entered the house through the garage entrance into the dim kitchen, illuminated by the light over the stove. She hung her jacket on the hook by the door along with her purse.
“A protein bar is as good a meal as any,” she thought as she grabbed one off the counter, tossing the bra into the laundry room as she passed by.
She could feel her breasts swinging freely and caught her reflection in the mirror on the landing as she made her way upstairs. She was a mess. Fuck-me hair without the fucking, makeup askew and running, nipples poking out of her barely-buttoned all sorts of crooked top, fifty pounds overweight… No wonder he rejected her.
Twenty minutes worth of work and a whole lot of makeup remover later and she had her natural face back, for better or for worse. She felt comfortable in her own bathroom, though. Maybe she should have a bath later. She clicked the light off on her way out, and passed by Steven’s room. He wasn’t in. It didn’t seem like he was downstairs, either. Good for him. He needed to get out once in a while.
Curious, she entered his room and sat down at the computer. She tapped the space bar and the screen sprung to life. Porn. Of course it’s porn. He had like, seventeen tabs open, all of them porn. Maybe she needed to start watching porn. It seemed to work for him.
She played the first video up on the screen. A chubby ginger woman, about her own age, with a thick load of semen pouring out of a huge penis in slow motion. The glob landed on her tongue and slowly spread as it just kept coming. Soon, her mouth was beginning to fill up. Gosh, how Joanne wished that were her as her loins tingled with excitement. She could feel herself growing moist between her legs as her heart raced in her chest.
She paused that video and clicked on another tab. Another plus-size redhead. Then another, also a plus-size redhead. Her son definitely had a type. He was young, athletic, with a square jaw, and she was unfortunately made aware that he was well-endowed as well. He didn’t have to settle for bigger women. He preferred them. Why couldn’t she find a man like him?
She glanced at the clock to the right of the screen. Double-take. She reached for a clump of fabric and lifted it off the desk. She felt her eyes go wide. Dangling there from between her fingers were the dark red lacy panties she had worn the day before. The panties she soaked in her feminine fluids when she masturbated in the car before work. They were clearly unwashed. Maybe he dropped them on the way to do laundry and just grabbed them on the way back to his room. Or maybe he thought they were sexy. They were objectively sexy, but they were hers. There was no way he could be getting himself off to her, was there? The area between her legs tingled as she put them back down where she found them.
It was time for a bath, she decided. It had been a strange day and she needed to unwind. She activated the faucet in the bathtub and hurried to her bedroom with the intent to undress and grab her robe. She closed the door and sat herself on the bed.
Joanne dug her nails into the comforter and took a deep, long, cleansing breath in and held it. She counted to four and then let it find its own way out through her nostrils.
She unbuttoned her slacks as she stood, pulling them down her thighs and allowing them to hit the floor. She stepped out of them and into the view of the mirror. Her belly bulge literally hung over the elastic of her panties. As she reached up to pull her hair tie out, her blouse rose up, exposing more of her body to the world. She sneered and sighed in disgust.
Behind her, the door opened, and Steven stepped inside. She whirled around, still fighting with her hair.
“Steven! I swear, it’s like you’re trying to see me naked!”
“Um… what? No! I just…” he trailed off, eyes darting wildly.
Her hair finally came loose, and she fluffed it out, running her fingers through it. She looked to her side, into the mirror. She could still see her bulge sticking out of the bottom of her blouse. Her thick thighs, gelatinous booty, and free-swinging breasts all seemed to be staring directly into her eyes, but that’s not all she saw. In an involuntary motion, her eyebrows perked up and for the first time in many years, she felt sexy. Her heart was pounding in her ears, as much from anxiety as anything else. Her breaths came in quick and shallow. A wicked little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“Unless… you do want to see me naked?”
“Um, what?”
Everything was now crystal clear to her. He had stood there and watched her pleasure herself when any normal person would have slipped away in shame and horror, the women he watched online bore a suspicious resemblance to her, and… he had stolen her sexy panties!
She turned toward him and unfastened the top button, then the second, and finally, the third, allowing her blouse to flow apart, exposing most of her body. The curvature of her breasts was exposed as she playfully tugged at the collar. She pulled her blouse apart, exposing herself and allowing it to flutter unceremoniously to the floor. Her breasts wobbled side to side as she watched her son, allowing him to soak in her nakedness.
“Not grossed out yet?” she asked with a wry smile.
She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her underpants on each of her hips and slid them down just enough to reveal her thick pubic hair.
“How about now?”
She giggled and pushed her panties down until they fell off her body. She playfully chewed the tip of her index finger as she stood in front of him, now fully nude.
She dropped her voice, adding some whiskey to it and asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
Steven was staring at his mother, almost catatonic. His eyes were wide, he was breathing more deeply, and she could almost see his heart beating through his shirt. She could definitely see his erect penis through his gym shorts.
Joanne took a step toward her son, feeling the cold vinyl wood floor beneath her foot. She took another step, growing bolder. She took another step, then another, and her final step brought her close enough to touch him, but she didn’t. Not yet. She allowed him to observe her nudity. He seemed shocked, but excited.
She very lightly touched her right hand to his muscular chest and allowed it to follow the curvature of his body up to his shoulder, which she gingerly squeezed beneath her fingers, feeling the hills and valleys of his firm musculature. Finally, she caressed his neck, where her hand came to rest, wrapping around to the back. Gently, she pulled him down toward her so she could rest her head on his right shoulder.
“Did you really want to see your mother naked that badly?”
He struggled, stammering out a “y-yes.”
“Are you satisfied now?”
“Uh… what… what do you mean?”
“Well, here I am. Naked. You saw me in all my overweight, middle-aged glory. But you’re still here. So maybe there’s something more you want?”
“I… I… ”
“Is just seeing me enough for you?” she whispered, pulling him further down to bring his ear to her lips, “or do you want to fuck your mother?”
Her left hand found his erection through his shorts and stroked through the fabric. She could have driven a nail into a brick with it, hard as it was. She held onto it as she pulled away from him.
“Go turn off the bath tub, please.”
“I already did.”
“Oh, so you have a plan, then?” she cooed, raising her eyebrows with a smile.
“Not really,” he chuckled as he stepped closer, gripping her love handles.
She felt the strength in his arms as he pulled her in, using her love handles as their name implies. Feeling him like that sent a sharp wave of sexual euphoria throughout her entire body. They both leaned in toward each other, as if there was an unspoken connection. Their lips touched, then widened, giving one another access to their tongues. He was gentle, his tongue subtle, yet sensuous. She was surprised at how good he was at kissing.
His firm hands glided around to her back, just above the curvature of her plump buttocks, giving him more leverage to pull her into him. His arms were firm, but gentle. Joanne melted into her son’s arms as she gripped the back of his neck, pulling him into her as well. There they stood, wrapped around one another, joined at the mouth, drinking each other in.
His body pulled back as he wrestled with his waist band, dropping his shorts to the floor. She gripped his erection in her hand and stroked, never breaking away from the kiss. Her hand was already sticky with his early droplets of semen.
She couldn’t believe how hot this was. She couldn’t believe how she wasn’t turned off even though she knew she should be disgusted, but she just wasn’t. In fact, she was more turned on than she’d ever been. Her fluids had spread past her labia and down onto her upper thighs. She wanted this cock inside of her; she wanted her son’s cock inside of her so much that she ached. She wanted it inside of her and she wanted it to splash her insides with warm fluid.
Enough screwing around, Joanne needed him; and she needed him now. She positioned herself on her back in the middle of the bed as he whipped his shirt off over his head in a single motion. Fully nude, he climbed on top of his mother, propping himself up with a muscular arm on each side of her. He leaned down and she received his gentle kiss on her lips, tongue barely grazing hers before he pulled back and looked her in the eyes.
“Mom?”
“Yeah, baby?”
He seemed frozen for a minute before he whispered, “I want you.”
“Then take me.”
He kissed her more deeply this time, passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth, fighting against hers. She wrapped herself around him, feeling his hard muscles beneath her fingers. He really was so good at this. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, his powerful body thrusting against her pelvis.
His fingers became entangled with her hair on the back of her head, his large hand wrapping itself around her skull. His face moved down the side of hers, lips kissing and sucking ever so lightly until he got to her neck, which he sucked and nibbled playfully. She couldn’t help but gasp and arch her back. This may have been the pre-show, but so far, this was the best sex she could remember ever having.
Using his knees, he spread her legs apart, then sat upright. The tip of his steel cock grazed her swollen, erect clitoris, shocking her body with a punch of pleasure. She couldn’t stop her hips from rolling, stimulating herself on the tip of his meaty erection. He brought the head to rest just at the cusp of her opening. Her inner canal quivered as she braced herself until he pushed himself inside. A long, loud moan seemed to spray out of her mouth as her entire body became stiff. His member eased its way in, rocking back and forth, spreading her moisture along its length. Then he was in. All the way in.
An obvious expression of euphoria and pure joy took over his features as he gazed longingly at her body, gripping and massaging the bulges just above her hips as he rocked back and forth, pushing himself in and out of her. An anxious vulnerability took over as she attempted to conceal herself with her arms. Suddenly, the head of his penis pushed against her cervix, his pelvis met her pelvis. He rolled his hips, swirling himself around inside, stimulating all of her at once. His fingers gently wrapped themselves around her wrists, leading her arms away from her body.
He leaned down, whispering, “What do you like?”
“I like what you’re doing.”
“Do you like… this?”
The thrusting intensified in speed, force, and depth. Her eyes rolled back as she groaned in pleasure. His mouth met hers. Her hands met his face as she pulled him into a deep kiss. His penis pushed and pulled as she angled her hips upward, guiding him into her G-spot.
“Right there,” she said between gasps, “right there, baby. Right there…. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck your mother!”
A sudden warm gush flooded her love tunnel as her son’s body seized, his motions becoming more subtle. She was right on the edge. She tried to move her hips and stimulate herself on him, but it wasn’t enough. His breath was coming in heavy and ragged.
His mouth attacked hers, his tongue pushing against hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him further into her. She loved feeling his flesh against hers, his hard muscles, his sweet lips. She loved him. And she loved this. She was happy she was able to fulfill this need for him. That she was able to make him this happy.
His lips broke from hers and made their way along her face, down her jaw line, and then down to her neck. He gently chewed on her neck, sending tingles along her spine. Gently, he suckled on her neck, then planted kisses, moving southward.
He continued down her shoulder, biting and sucking here and there until he reached her breasts. Her soft, jiggling, gigantic breasts. She had become aware of how erect her nipples were. And so sensitive! He grabbed her breasts in his powerful hands, squished them gently together, and massaged them as he worked his tongue around her right nipple. By now, she was panting uncontrollably as pure orgasmic energy shocked her nipples and her moist, sticky vulva.
He switched his focus to her left nipple, first licking, then gingerly sucking. She could tell he was grinding his penis against the bed as he grunted in pleasure. Her erogenous zones were on fire as he continued squeezing and massaging her full, plump breasts.
Next, his mouth was on her abdomen, as he groped and kissed her soft, squishy flesh. A moment later he was onto her lower abdomen region which had spread out since she was lying flat on her back. She felt a moment of panic. He carefully nibbled her flesh, moving around and taking little bites, occasionally kissing or sucking. He squished her with his hands, moaning and groaning as he did, pushing his pelvis harder into the bed.
He actually did love big women. Her belly bulge worked on him just as much as her tits. She couldn’t believe it. All those times she walked around in the morning or evening in a too-tiny shirt that rode high, it was basically porn for him! She might as well have been topless. Maybe she should have been… probably would have gotten her laid sooner.
“Do you really like my body?” she pried.
“Yes!”
“You don’t care that I’m so fat?”
“Your curves are so hot, and I love how you jiggle. I’ve fantasized about watching your whole body bounce around while I slam my cock inside you.”
The moisture between her legs must have been soaking the mattress by now. She was so turned on and full of his cum, and her thighs were so slick. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. He was so good at everything and he wanted her so badly.
He had worked his way lower and was in her pubic hair. She felt a twinge of shame over the unruly, matted tuft between her legs, but the feeling didn’t last long. He parted her vulva and lightning blasted through every one of her nerve endings as his tongue grazed her clitoris. He started slow, sliding it up and down against her swollen nerve center. After a moment, he picked up the pace, licking up and down faster and faster until he eventually suctioned his mouth to her vagina, sucking on her clitoris and flicking his tongue up and down over it. It seemed like he was drinking her. Best of all, he didn’t even seem to care that she was full of his semen. And whatever the hell he was doing, it was working. She had no idea cunnilingus could feel this good. It was so hot how he clearly cared about her enjoyment and pleasure. She had raised him right!
A rushing torrent of tingling energy surged throughout her extremities. She was getting close to climax. She felt like she was hyperventilating, her rib cage hurt from her heart banging against it so hard. Her son was the best lover she had ever had. Bar none. Her hips writhed and rolled uncontrollably and he rolled with it. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and kept his face glued to her slick, red-bushed vagina. Even when she screamed and squeezed his head between her thighs, he was determined to keep that orgasm going.
Every part of her body was on fire, she struggled to breathe, squealing with every exhale as he continued working hard on her clitoris. She had to grab his head and shove it out of her crotch so she could rest and catch her breath.
She lay back, sucking in oxygen, her lungs burning with eternal fire. She could tell that her pubes were soaked. She wasn’t sure how much came from her or from him, but it didn’t matter. She had just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
He sidled up next to her. She felt his penis rest against her leg, rock hard, heavy, and moist on her flesh.
She took a breath and said, “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, Mom.”
She reached up and stroked the back of his head. She liked the feel of his soft hair against her fingers. She kissed him, gently stroking his tongue with her own.
“Now it’s your turn. Lay back.”
He obliged. She rolled over and slid down the bed toward his mid-section. She gripped his rock-solid manhood in her right hand and gave it a squeeze. A nice glob of clear semen bubbled up through his urethra. A jolt of burning fire shot between her legs, forcing a moan as she licked it off, reveling in the taste.
She opened her mouth, enveloping his cock. Her tongue danced around his cleft as she moved her head up and down in time with her hand. He was already breathing heavy. After a moment, she pulled her mouth off, but kept stroking.
“Do you want mommy to ride your big, fat cock?”
“Do it. I want to fill you with my hot cum again.”
She smiled, raising herself up onto her knees to straddle her son. She gripped his penis in her hand, guiding it into herself. Waves of pleasure rippled from her vulva as the tip of his meaty cock slipped between them. He let out a gratified moan as she pushed her herself all the way down, her saturated love tunnel easily accepting all of him into it.
She gently rocked her hips back and forth as she leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to his. He opened his mouth to accept her as she slipped her tongue inside. His powerful cock pushed deep inside her body as far as it could reach. The taste of his mouth was an amalgamation of both of their fluids, and she absolutely loved it. She wondered just how far he would be willing to go down that road. She had her own fetishes, after all.
She sat herself up, rolling her hips back and forth, up and down, stimulating every inch of her internal cavern with his rock hard flesh. His fingers dug into the gelatin around her hips as he pushed her down harder and harder onto his dick. Her cervix vibrated with pleasure as her inner walls began to pulsate.
“Is this what you wanted?” she asked with a playful grin.
He nodded.
“You like fucking your own mother? You want to fill your mother with hot cum?”
“I’ve always wanted to take care of you. In every way.”
She knew she shouldn’t be into this. She should be disgusted, but the truth of it was, the thought that her own son was about to make her to cum is exactly what was pushing her over the edge. She could tell it was working for him, too. She was close, and she knew he must be as well.
She slammed herself up and down on him, feeling all of her excess body bouncing with each and every hard movement. He squeezed and squished and jiggled her body all over. She knew he was attracted to her. He liked that she was heavy. He liked her because she was heavy.
“You like all that, baby? You like my fat body?”
“I fucking love your fat body! It makes my dick explode every single day!”
His breath came in faster and faster, coupled with deep moans. She slid herself downward, deeper onto his cock, engulfing it, stimulating all of him as well as herself.
“Come on, baby. Cum inside me. Fill me up.”
The tingling, explosive sensation began to rise up in her gut. She was right on the edge.
“Cum for mommy!”
He grunted, whole body convulsing, a loud groaning sound flying out of his mouth with every breath as a sudden warmth exploded inside her. She squealed and panted, each breath shooting in and out of her lungs at the speed of light as every molecule in her body exploded.
They came to rest at the same time, trying to catch their breath. She allowed herself to fall on top of him, their bodies trading warmth, lungs burning, loins exhausted. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight, as if to absorb her very essence.
“I love you, Mom.”
The End.