The description is the main idea for the whole story and not about this first chapter. I'm going to take it chapter by chapter and see where it leads. This is just the beginning and chapter 2 will be posted in the next couple of days but after that who knows how the story will unfold so all feedback and suggestions are appreciated. Thanks for reading.
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My mother is thick.
I know one isn't supposed to have these thoughts about one's own mother but I doubt I'm the first to feel this way.
She's only 37 years old.
In a world that has always celebrated skinny bitches everywhere you look around and the real world presents better options. Mom has a thick body.
She's short too, she stands at 5'1". I tower over her at 6 feet tall. She has pale white skin and light copper hair.
Earlier this year that lovely word entered my mind, 'thick'. I saw it while surfing the web, I believe it was on twitter, and then Mom walked by me wearing her night gown. I was using my laptop on the kitchen table and she was only grabbing a glass of water for the night. Wearing a pink night gown that flowed down to her mid-thighs.
Her thick mid-thighs.
So I first noticed how meaty those legs were and my eyes went up her body from there. I realized then that that night gown wasn't supposed to look the way it did on her. Or at least it wouldn't look that way on just any one.
Her sleeveless night gown was the type the flows over your body so you can be comfortable for the night. In her case however, the night gown clung to certain places on her body.
I felt my cock stir for the few seconds that she spent in the kitchen.
"Goodnight honey."
"Goodnight Mom."
Not only did her ass stretch the gown but I absolutely loved the way her curves were shaped. The way the gown was free around her smaller waist only to be stretched out and curved by her hips. I could see the shape of her panties.
When she wore something like that it was impossible not to see it. I noticed that not only was her ass wide but it was also bubbly.
Bubbly is a stupid name for it but you may have heard about bubble butts. That was her only that bubble butt sounds smaller than the thick wider butt she carried.
Her butt has those bubble qualities, thus bubbly. The gown was stretched in all dimensions of her ass.
I fantasized that I could set my drink down on top of her cheeks while she stood up straight and it wouldn't fall.
When I was behind her my eyes feasted. When I was in front of her it was a struggle not to look down. She wore 38 double Ds brassieres, but with that gown she was letting them roam free.
I knew that she didn't know I felt this way about her because she was a bit careless.
For example I could see her nipples through the nightgown even if it had been for only a couple of seconds. Her breasts looked so soft and malleable with just a nice little hang to them.
My mother is thick and it's driving me insane.
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I turned 19 last January so needless to say my 19th year of life has been the weirdest year in more ways than one.
I can't believe I could get any hornier than I am at this age.
Not only are these feeling for Mom strong, but as you may already know there's a pandemic going on. The pandemic only added to our troubles.
Dad divorced Mom years ago and since we've been on our own. We never talk to him and since he had good lawyers Mom got very little in exchange for keeping her only son.
She worked as a secretary for a few years but got laid off at the beginning of this year.
We lived in a small apartment. When I entered college we moved to an even smaller apartment than the one we had, so I wouldn't have to work and just focus on school.
While she wasn't worried about getting another job at first news started coming in about the corona virus and next thing you know we're on lock-down.
Mom can't get a job, simple as that. Not many places are hiring at the moment.
At least we didn't move to a new city when I entered college. Our little town has a community college which I attend and we have friends around town that could help us. It's not quite enough though.
Week after week she looked more and more worried about the situation.
Mom and I spend pretty much all day roaming around our little apartment.
It's a cozy place that we both had liked. That is we liked until all this happened. It's so much easier when you're out and about and you just come home to rest.
Instead, we're here all day and with only two people it feels crowded. To be fair though, I only complained about this because it's made it harder for me to stop having those lewd thoughts about Mom.
I used to be able to ignore my animalistic instincts for days and now I wake up and she's there still wearing her robe.
Then she decided that she had to start working out at home since we both did very little any more. So she went into her room and came back to the living room wearing yoga pants.
She then proceeded to stretch and bend and twist and turn in the living room.
I stared discreetly when I could.
Not the ideal scenario to control and settle down my horniness.
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Weeks passed.
Mom looked more desperate every day and an idea popped into my head. I would explode if I didn't take some risks and do something about my situation.
She was sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat next to her at first and then moved closer and reclined my head on her shoulder. Scarlett Johansson was on The Tonight Show and Jimmy Fallon was fake laughing hysterically as usual.
Minutes went by and our little movements permitted me to drop my head on her breasts. Her soft big boobs.
I had a hard-on when she decided it was time for bed.
I normally would have hid my erection as I stood up, but the buildup of everyday erections made me act differently.
The lights were off and only the glow from the television allowed us to see.
I stood up with a tent on my shorts.
She saw it.
An expression of surprise formed on her face.
Bad idea bad idea bad idea
