Lockdown had been demanding for me; a week before it had started, I had broken up with my girlfriend. Now it was impossible to even have a coffee with someone because everywhere was closed. I work in IT. I was working from home. My widowed mother lived in an apartment with me. My mum was forty-six, and I was twenty-four. Mum had her widow's pension, and I paid all the apartment's expenses. I was now the provider in the family, and mum appreciated me for that.
Mum cooked for me and did all my laundry. My old girlfriend had her apartment, which was great, but now I must be careful when I masturbate my massive cock. I was a lucky young man. I had a monster cock. All my previous girlfriends had loved my enormous cock. But, now, I had to adjust to lockdown, which kept me restricted to the apartment.
Mum had been a Maths teacher. She had retired when she had me, but had continued to tutor individual students. Mum had been widowed six years ago when my father died in a car crash. She still did this today as it gives her a source of income, and she was an excellent tutor. In the apartment, mum and I had our bedrooms. We shared the lounge, and we would watch television together there. The lounge was also where mum did her tutoring, but some of mum's pupils wanted online support because of lockdown. Mum was using Skype. One day she lost the audio on Skype. She asked me if he could fix it.
I had been on a conference call. Mum had left her laptop open for me, and she had gone out shopping. I had reset mum's laptop. Everything was now working. I had also found that mum was on a dating and a role-play site. I soon realised that mum had two identities on her laptop, Jill Ryan, which she used for her tutoring work and Busty Widow, which she used for her online identity. The reality was mum wasn't dating. She was using it for online sex. I was amazed; I couldn't grasp that my amazing mum was doing this.
My mum was the essence of respectability. Mum was a lady in every way. She was tall, good looking, intelligent. Mum also had a voluptuous body, but her clothes were always understated. She dressed so conservatively. Since dad had died, she had dated no one. I then checked not her profiles on the two websites but all the files and folders on mum's laptop. The pictures were unbelievable. Mum had a fantastic figure; she always wore a masquerade mask in the pictures, so it did not show her face. She was busty, but she was more than that. Mum's tits were massive. Her figure was fantastic; her vulva was smooth and swollen, her cunt flaps were thick. She had a long sex slit. In some pictures, she had spread her cunt lips open; her huge clit looked beautiful and so suckable. Her piss hole was pinkish, as was her gorgeous cunt. I felt my cock stiffen as I browsed the pictures and videos that mum had.
I realised that there was the mum that I knew and loved and a woman with clothes that had a high libido. Twenty minutes later, I had created the identity of a twenty-two-year-old final year law student. I gave him the name of Tom, with the alias of the Lonely Student. Mum had a brother named Tom, he also had been killed in a car crash. Mum had told me once I was the only one left that she loved as dad and Tom were dead.
Looking at the two sites, mum was on her profile pictures were the same. She covered her face in all three. I couldn't believe the amount of tit she was showing. In the first two, she was wearing a pink blouse with a push-up bra. The buttons were undone. Her massive tits looked magnificent.
Mum's third profile picture was a masterpiece. Mum had a collarless top, which she would wear with a blouse underneath. It was a patchwork of white, red, and black. Mum was wearing this open with no bra, the way mum was posing in it. Her breasts, apart from her nipples, were exposed. My cock stiffened when I looked at that picture.
Busty Widow's profile told me on the Role-play site she was open-minded and looking for interesting conversations with men in the twenty-two to thirty age group. Mum had given her height of Five foot Seven inches and wanted conversations with taller men. She had a line that aroused me. "My Dark Secret...is Dark and will only be revealed to the Special one."
Busty Widow finished by writing. I'm here for nice interesting conversations, flirts and maybe more.....
The kitchen is where I went into. I made myself a coffee, then checked mum's timetable on the kitchen wall. Mum had five students this afternoon and would finish around five. She still wasn't back from the shopping. I went back to my bedroom. Lonely Student had a message to send to Busty Widow.
"Hi Busty Widow, may I introduce myself to you? My name is Tom, I'm a twenty-two-year-old final year law student. I'm six feet tall, you can wear heels with me. I must compliment you on your profile name. You are busty. Your third picture is a sexy picture, but it oozes class. A creative and intelligent mind created that gorgeous picture. I love your big tits. They look a good handful or even perhaps an excellent mouthful."
"I won't ask you questions, as I want to tell you about myself. Then you can decide if you wish to write to me. I live with my mum. She is also a lawyer with her own practice. I'm sexually attracted to my mum. My mum is a widow, dad died eight years ago. Mum's busty like you. I would like to find out how a Busty Widow thinks, as this could help me understand how my mum thinks."
"Secondly, as this is a role-play site, would you be interested in having a mum-son role-play relationship with me? You will find me honest and truthful. I may have a problem, but I'd like to do my research on it. As Freud said of incest, as long as it's consensual and done discreetly, there's nothing wrong with it. I feel happy that I've found your profile. Kind regards, Tom."
Just before mum came back from the shopping, I was unpacking five cases of wine from the Club that I was a member of; I was so happy that it had arrived. We had a small storeroom where I kept my wine. When mum came back, I was arranging the wine. I said, "It's fixed, mum, you get the shopping put away, and I'll get my wine sorted, I've some super wines here, have you any lessons tonight, and can we have a bottle of wine with our supper?"
"I'm so happy that you have fixed it; I thought I would have to buy a new laptop. My last lesson finishes at five, so we can have some wine together. What was wrong with it?"
I was now standing in the kitchen with mum. I had three bottles of white wine, which I put into the fridge. I said, "Mum, when was the last time you switched your laptop off? That was the big problem; it needed to reset itself, then it gets rid of all the junk that's slowing it down."
Mum looked a little guilty, then said, "I don't switch it off. The last time it was off was when they updated the software. How often should I turn it off?"
I replied, "Mum, I switch my laptop off every day when I'm finished for the day. It makes it work. I have also cleaned your keyboard and screen along with your camera lens. When you're finished, I'll call you on Skype to make sure everything works. Let me know when you're ready, then I'll call you."
