Chapter 1
My mother has always been the single most important person in my life. Leading me through it with a bright beacon of stalwart motherly love which she used to imbue within me the confidence I might have otherwise not had. The only thing I could ever be more thankful for was the body she, and my absent father had passed down. I held a nice stature of lean muscle that could easily be improved if I put a little more work into myself, and was slightly taller than average.
I inherited my mother's blonde hair, while she says I took the green from my father's eyes. I would never know if that was true, but I had no reason to believe she'd lie about it. My mother was particularly lucky when it came to single motherhood, able to support us well enough to live in a three-bedroom apartment as a part-time accountant. My mother herself was a well-figured woman with thick features, mostly around the best areas. She had grown into them as she aged, her hips naturally developing into their childbearing purposes even more as she grew up.
From what I had seen of her legs, they were always smooth and seemingly untroubled by the touches of hair. From the earlier photos she'd had around the house, her breasts used to be a firm 36c from my rough estimate. Nowadays, after her childbearing years, she'd grown into a solid 38d or bigger. Though I never had the privilege of sneaking a glance around her naked form I could only guess what she was hiding under her clothes. She almost always wore business attire clothing, meaning knee-length skirts, a tucked-in short sleeve shirt, and perhaps a small buttoned-over jacket if it was particularly cold. The high heels she often sported sent me to my room more times than I'd care to admit.
As I developed over the years she grew into more of an idol for me, showing me what strength and resilience looked like in the face of the unending tides that came our way. Shining through our darkest times like a lighthouse designed to ferry those poor souls to safety. And though I hate to admit it, I had begun to sexually fantasize about her. It wasn't enough that she was my mother, I felt possessive over here. Sabotaging dates she planned to go on numerous times for my own selfish desires. But even I knew that she'd never take interest in her son.
I was 19 in my last few weeks of high school. I had entered it late so my mother could keep me in daycare for a little longer while she sorted out our finances, and had just entered the house. Jiggling the keys and pushing forward through the door, I saw a sight that would've caused any man in their right mind to keel over in sexual frustration. My mother had come home earlier than I expected she would. The kitchen right in front of me and with nothing blocking her, I saw as she bent down by the waist as she opened up our oven to put the cream pie inside.
Bending at the waist meant she had to get lower than she might've wanted to, but it had the great effect for me of showing off that heart-shaped ass. It was perfectly pressed into her skirt, looking like it wanted to break through and breathe. I was happily entranced by it while she faced away from me, taking longer than I could've ever hoped for her to get the pie inside. I could only imagine myself pushing forward and sinking my hands into it, the cheeks of her ass filling my hands as I caressed her. She turned to look at me and flicked her hair out of the way as she turned towards the door. I was still entranced for a few seconds, unable to pull away from her blinding beauty.
"Honey, I'm making some pie if you want some." She told me with a beautiful shiny smile as she pushed some of the blonde hair that had collected on the other side of her face aside. Even as I was already out of her entrapment, I found myself breathing in heavily and pushing it out before even answering. "Yeah mom, I'm gonna-" I started to push out my answer before she cut me off. "Oh, perfect honey! You're going to love it, just wait." She told me, going over to the table in the kitchen and pulling out a chair for me to sit in with a loving smile.
I wanted to say 'I'm gonna go to my room and wait' but that seemed off the table now. I no longer had any choice unless I wanted to risk disappointing my mother. And that was never an option in my book. So with a careful swallow of the drool that had been slowly collecting in my mouth ever since I got an eyeful of that ass, I put my backpack down and walked over. Sitting in the chair as I tried my best to avert my eyes from my loving mother. It felt wrong, sinful even, to get these thoughts in my head. I might have even secretly hated myself a little for it.
Luckily, my mother hadn't seemed to notice the frequency of my stares nor the intolerable inability to speak for a few seconds afterward. It was like being trapped in my own world. Anyways, my mother bent down as she had been grabbing a plate and some silverware to place in front of me. Giving me one of the best views of her tits I'd had probably since I was a baby. They were just as smooth as her legs. Curved and perky, I couldn't help but want to grasp at them like I once had. Pressing my lips together and averting my eyes, she again went back to lean over the counter for yet another pair of silverware and plates.
This time she had set them in front of her side of the table, turning to look at me with a raised eyebrow as she sat down in her chair. It was going to be a while before the pie was done and I was a little worried by the circumstances in which we were in. Typical mom trick to offer a prize only to drag you into a lecture. I could already feel it coming. "You know, son, I've been looking at some of your recent grades and you're lacking in some areas." She began as I already started planning my excuses, disguising my attempt to coordinate lies by lightly sighing and cradling my head against my hand.
