I tossed and turned in my sleep. The same nightmare over and over. I replayed the car crash, I heard the scraping of metal and screeching of rubber as if I was in the car again. I heard my Dad's screams and moans before we disappeared in to the murky water.
I woke with a start. Covered in a cold sweat my duvet thrown off the bed. Almost 10 years since Dad had gone and still I had the horrid dreams.
I heard a noise on the landing and saw the change in shadows. I was like a big kid, my heart started racing, desperate to disappear under the covers that were on the floor. The door opened and mom poked her head in.
"Hey hunni, I could hear you dreaming."
I felt instant relief, mom entered the room smiling her sweet smile.
She was an incredibly loving woman and we had grown very close since my Dad's death. I felt we shared a much tighter bond than any of my friends and their mom's.
"I bought you a hot chocolate, your favourite."
She entered the room and put the mug down on my bedside cabinet. She sat down next to me on the bed.
Mom was a typical mom I guessed. She didn't really think she was attractive after having me, as far as I knew she'd never perused another man since my Dad. She was a slightly larger lady, but I would've said curves in the right places.
I propped myself on my elbow. Mom smiled at me and gently stroked my hair. I thought she was beautiful and warm and loving. I took in her curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. She never made much effort around the house, she wore a long dull nightie that almost touched her feet. She had a little puppy fat on her tummy still. She said she never lost the baby weight from me. Fortunately for her, her large bust distracted from any extra weight she carried. Even sitting next to me, her hanging boobs held her top off her tummy. Mom rarely wore a bra around the house. Not when it was just me to worry about. Although I didn't exactly spy on her, I was well aware of her large assets. The kids at school and college had often teased me over it and described mom as a milf. Her breasts were unusually large and I guess it explains why I'm a fan of bigger breasted women.
"You know hunni, you won't have these dreams forever. They'll go eventually," she continued stroking my hair.
"I know mom, thanks."
She passed me my drink and I sat up slightly.
We stayed awake quite a while talking of Dad and the past and my childhood. We shared fond memories of good times and holidays. Eventually tiredness got the better of us. Mom gave me a real tight squeeze and kissed me goodnight. She stayed with me stroking my hair until I drifted off.
I slowly awoke from a blissful sleep, I was warm and snug, that perfect lay in feeling heightened by the fact it was a long bank holiday weekend.
As my senses awakened I realised mom was in bed with me. My arm trapped under hers resting on her chest. I was snuggled tight, spooning her, my morning glory buried in the softness of her behind. A small wave of panic swept through me. Mom slept peacefully her body gently rising and falling with her breath. I smiled at her, she must have been so tired she collapsed next to me. I decided triumphantly I would return the favour and let her sleep while I did breakfast.
I gently began pulling my hand from under her arm. Mom stirred and rolled slightly pulling me harder in to her, my hand practically cupping her right breast. My morning erection twitched with excitement at the softness pushing against it.
My mind was racing, I looked again at mom. She seemed to be in a pretty deep sleep, breathing softly. I felt guilty as thoughts of Dad ran through my mind, but I was so horny. The feeling of my mother pushed against my cock, the softness of her bust under my hand.
I watched her carefully for a few minutes, she didn't move or change at all. I made up my mind. I squeezed her breast, I almost gasped. So soft and large, with each squeeze it filled my hand entirely. I gently moved to see my hand at work, squeezing and pushing mom's boob.
I froze as mom let out the softness of sighs in her sleep, I resumed my kneading. I lifted her tit slightly, it felt so heavy, I let slide it from my hand. Another soft sigh from mom, she arched her back and pushed in to my raging erection. I almost shuddered. I was breathing heavy, how much of this would she take? Would she wake up. Her nipple was hardening to my touch; I could feel it poking in to the palm of my hand.
I knew I must stop but lust drove me on. A few firmer squeezes of mom's bust and finally I tweaked her nipple, the softest of pinches. It felt huge between my finger and thumb.
Mom moaned again in her sleep murmuring gently to herself. She rolled towards me and I grudgingly seized my release and moved off the bed. Mom lay on her back on the bed, legs flopped open pulling her nightie taught. Her breasts hung slightly to the sides by their heavy weight, one nipple hard as rock poking through the fabric.
I quietly picked up my phone and took a picture. I left mom sleeping angelically and made my way straight to the bathroom. I slapped out my cock and lubed up with mom's conditioner.
It didn't take me long to cum over mom's picture. My orgasm was strong; it'd been weeks since I'd last pleasured myself. With no real girlfriend or even much interest, much to mom's disappointment, I was masturbating a lot. But I liked to try and leave weeks at a time to tease and play games with myself.
I made tea and headed back upstairs. I casually walked back in to my room. Mom jumped and quickly pulled her hands from under the covers. She blushed and bought her hands up to tidy her hair.
"Tea's up," I grinned.
"Thank you baby." She patted the bed next to her and I obliged.
I looked her over whilst we chatted. Was I weird for just wanking over my mom's picture? Although we were so close, so intimate, I'd never really done anything like that. Waking up feeling her body against mine had pushed me over the edge.
It didn't feel awkward at all, mom simply explained she must have fallen asleep whilst soothing me.
We retired downstairs for breakfast in our night clothes.
I spent the day out doing bits and bobs on my own. The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about mom and being pushed in to my cock. I couldn't help 're live feeling her bust. I was beginning to have more and more perverse fantasies. I started wondering what she would look like dressed up and in what. She had done well out of Dad's insurance and his pension. She had the money for a vast wardrobe yet she always wore pretty dull clothes. Most of the money was for me one way or another for when I started uni or bought a house.
I got home in time for dinner. I dropped my bags in to my room and went to the kitchen.
I was pretty eager to see mom again. To try and tempt something out of her about last night and what she was doing in my bed this morning.
I'd been playing over the way she snatched her hand from under the covers, why so quick? So guilty?
I noticed immediately mom had made a bit of an effort. She wore a little make up, she'd had her hair slightly trimmed. She wore a long summer maxi dress and sandals. She'd obviously invested in some new bras too her large bust was firm and pert and the whole dress seemed to hang from her breasts.
"Wow mom, you look stunning."
"Do you think?" Mom gave a little twirl. "I didn't know whether to or not, but I thought maybe it's time for a change you know."
"Yeah you look great," I replied. "What's bought the makeover on?"
Mom blushed slightly a hint of shyness in her face. "Oh you know, after last night, talking about old times. I just thought..."
Mom stopped, a look of pain crossed her face. She was beginning to well up. I rushed to her and squeezed her tight. Her boobs pushed hard into my chest. Mom lent her head in to my shoulder and composed herself. "You know, after chatting last night I just thought, well, I deserve to look good again, I deserve to feel good again."
