Author's note-
Well, so this is my first incest-themed submission, which features the first of many encounters between a huge-breasted mother and her hung son. Of course, it's nothing more than fiction. If you do not care for unrealistic scenarios like this, I suggest you stop wasting your time on this page. I should also state that I feel the best part about an incest related story is the build-up, and the first chapter concentrates vastly on that. So don't shove your right hand inside your track-pants just yet. However, I assure you, if you can pull through for a short while, the real, dirty stuff, and more, will follow.
I would like to apologize before-hand for any errors that escaped my attention. Feel free to point them out and I shall do my best to fix them. Needless to say, I would love to know what everyone's thoughts on this piece are, good or bad, so please, speak your mind in the comments section. Cheers.
- thescribbler97
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Jessica wanted to break something.
She'd just gotten off the phone with her husband's secretary; apparently the son of a bitch was too busy to even talk to his wife. The woman had told her that there had been some unforeseen complications in Terry's company accounts records, and his business trip to London had been extended by two weeks. In the past seven months, Jessica's husband had been home not more than ten days. And now she'd have to wait for another two weeks, at the least.
It wasn't like she missed him. She couldn't care less about his well being or whereabouts. In fact, even though she didn't want to admit it, she was certain that at that particular moment of time, her tiny, balding, pathetic excuse of a husband was getting his penis blown by the very woman whom she'd just talked to.
No, the only reason for her frustration was that she'd had to go seven months without sex. Not great sex; she given up on that years ago- When her son had been an infant, she had spent almost all her time caring for him, while Terry had started spending more and more time at work. And things hadn't come back to how they had once been after that- Not even average sex -her husband's five inch penis that just refused to rise no matter how hard she tried, made sure of that. Just sex. Plain, ten minute, boring missionary fucking during which the only difficult thing for her was to not doze off.
Still, it had been seven months since she'd felt a man's dick inside her. An extra marital affair was not an option; even though she very well knew that there would be tons of guys lining up to sleep with a woman like her if she wanted to, she was sure there would be none worth risking her twenty years strong marriage for. She wasn't 'in love' with her husband, but she still did respect him. He didn't spend a lot of time with his family, but he worked his ass off to make their lives comfortable in every way, and she was grateful it. And he might have even had a woman or two on the side, but the money still came in. She and her son were still living a life that many people might envy, and Jessica was forced to slide things like this under the carpet, fearing that all of it would end if she decided to confront him. Nevertheless, day after day her frustration grew; at 39 years, she was a mature woman at the peak of her sexuality. She craved for cock, daily fingering, or even the pathetic plastic imitations in the drawer of her nightstand were not gonna do the job.
She knew she had an enviable life, but after all she was a human being, and then human beings could never be satisfied with what they had. Jessica was very well aware of the kind of woman she was. Everywhere she went, men's jaws dropped when they saw her. She knew all the men who knew her, or even knew about her, considered her a total goddess. She was a tall for a woman, almost 5'10", and had long wavy locks of dirty blonde hair which she kept till the middle of her back. Her piercing blue eyes, high, prominent cheekbones, straight nose, and full, sexy red lips made her face a sight to die for. She could leave women fifteen years younger than her in the dust, keeping her body in perfect shape, exercising her long toned legs regularly, and doing a large number of squats and deep lunges to make sure her ass looked as hot and round as possible. Being a rich housewife, she didn't really have a lot of other things to worry about.
But what really made her proud, every time she looked at herself in the mirror were her God-gifted, incredibly large breasts. They were a whopping 38 F, and seemed to only get bigger with time. Other women might have been ashamed of a rack that flamboyant, but not her. She knew that she could pull them off because of her height, and liked the attention that her curvy figure got her, from both sexes, which was why, be it at social outings or at the gym, she always wore clothes that were tight as ever, complimenting her assets.
She could have had any fucking guy in town she wanted-actors, bodybuilders, models, you name it- but a simple act of not using protection in her high school days, had tied her down to this one man.
Not that she didn't like being a mom. Tim was the best son a mother could ask for, and she loved him more than anything else in the world, even herself.
He would be turning twenty in about 4 months, and had developed from a scrawny little kid to a 6'2", 210 lbs pounds hunk with powerful arms and rock hard abs, whom the girls at his college were crazy about. And it wasn't just the girls his age who were drawn to him. Several of her friends too flirted with him shamelessly, right in front of her, to the point of forcing her to drive them away. Nevertheless, it was hard to believe that this young stud was Terry Riley's son, and it was obvious to Jessica that 80% of his appearance must have been courtesy of his mother's side of the family.
Like all men, Tim too was infatuated with Jessica. Since puberty took its toll on him, she'd lost count of the number of times she'd caught him staring at her tits, or her ass. She had barely bothered at first, in fact she'd found it very cute and amusing that her baby was growing up. It wasn't like her self esteem needed any boosting, but Jessica liked to know that she could cause young men to get raging hardons whenever she wanted to, and never put a stop to his shenanigans. Of course, she was his mother, and would never let things escalate from anything other than harmless ogling. That didn't mean that she couldn't tease her boy a little here and there. And due to the fact that he had come back home after so long for his holidays, the teasing had increased just as much as the smothering. When the two of them were alone in the house, which was almost the whole of the day, Jessica would sometimes dare to parade around him in nothing but her nightrobe and underwear, openly letting him peak at her cleavage, or her derriere each time she bent down, or deliberately ask him to reach around her to get something from one of the higher cabinets in the kitchen so that he would be forced to push his rod against his mother's bubble butt, laughing to herself when Tim would hurriedly excuse himself after this, and then run off to his bedroom to 'take care of something'.
This kind of stuff used to happen even before he had gone off to college, and she had really missed having him around. And now that he was back, she was determined to enjoy every moment she got with her boy.
She didn't think this was a serious matter; both of them were pretty close and as long as she didn't let her baby get carried away, she found nothing wrong in it.
Jessica took a deep breath to calm down as she cut the call. She took a moment to think about what she was gonna do that day, and then headed down to the kitchen to pour herself a drink. She needed it.
"What's up, mom!" Tim greeted when he saw her. He had just returned home from a date with a girl that he had known from school.
"Hi baby. How was your date?"
"Oh, it was fine, you know, nothing great."
"Nothing great?" Her son's fallen face bothered her. "I thought you liked this girl."
"Well...I do, but uh...she wants to take things slow."
"Ahh...she won't have sex with you, is that it?" She smiled knowingly.
He cringed at hearing his mom talk about that. Both of them shared such information quite openly, but he didn't want to be reminded of it, at least by his own mother.
"Um...yes. I mean no, she doesn't. At least not yet." He shook his head. "Anyway, how was your day mom? Any plans for tonight?"
"Not that great, Terry's secretary called. She was talking some rubbish about some key meet and what not. Bottom line is, he's not gonna be home anytime soon." Jessica said, shrugging. Both of them had gotten used to telling each other such news. "And no, I'm free tonight."
"Damn! Again? Well that sucks." Tim replied, but he didn't really mean it. "Anyway, what are we doing tonight then? I didn't have any plans either, and well, it's a Sunday tomorrow."
"Pizza and a movie sound good honey?" Jessica asked, not being able to think of anything else.
"With you?" Tim enquired, unsurely.
"No, with Scarlett Johannson. Too cool to watch a movie with your old mother, are you tiger?"
"Very funny mom. I just asked because you usually go to Aunt Laura's on days like these."
"I do, but I'm really not in the mood to listen to my sister lecture me about life and men tonight." She answered. Then she smiled, and added, "Though I am in the mood for some alcohol."
Tim raised his eyebrows at her. Jessica chuckled and opened the fridge door. "What, I can have a drink when I want to young man."
"Then so can I." He retorted.
"I hardly think so! You're not 21 yet."
Tim laughed at his mother. "Hah! We both know that I can handle my alcohol way better than you mom, so quit it. And besides, it's not like I have anywhere to go tomorrow."
Jessica sighed reluctantly. "Hmmm...well, I guess you've got me there. But only if you agree to help me with the dishes after you're done eating." She said.
"Deal." He agreed.
"Great. I'll order the pizza, you go get changed."
