Mom Was Overweight

Mom called me at work. She was crying, "Dad left. He took 2 pieces of luggage and said he was leaving me. I asked him why, and his answer was, 'I do not want to spend the rest of my life with a fat cow.' I said I loved him, and we had you. His answer was, 'I know. All our wealth will be divided equally, and Danny can visit me whenever he wants as long as he notifies me in advance."

"Mom, I'll be home in an hour, and we'll talk."

We were swamped at work, but I managed to leave early. I entered the door and saw Mom crumbling on the large couch and crying loudly.

I hugged her, "Mom, Dad didn't tell me anything about leaving, but a friend of mine works as a tech at the hospital, and according to him, Dad was having an affair with a 19 year old chick for quite some time."

"So he left us to be with a mistress. You knew about the affair and never told me..."

"It was only a rumor. I didn't know for sure."

"Leaving his family for a floozy! A girl who could be his very young daughter."

"Mom, let's talk about us. The most important thing: I'll be here with you."

"Honey, I love you, but it's not the same."

"I know but that is what we start with. Let me have a couple of days to think about the future. In the meantime, since you were too distraught to prepare dinner, we can go to a restaurant nearby."

As she dressed to go, her tears continued to pour. I gazed at her before leaving the house. Her face was pretty, but she was significantly overweight.

We drove to the Cheesecake Factory. There, Mom ordered fried calamari, fettuccini alfredo, ultimate red velvet cake, and hot fudge sundae. I took fillet mignon and a ball of vanilla ice cream. As I was munching on my food, I looked at the huge meal Mom was eating. She was still in a bad mood because of Dad, so I said nothing, but a plan was cooking in my mind.

We returned home, and I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie on TV with me. I saw tears again, and she mumbled she preferred to go to sleep. I kissed her forehead good night and went to my room.

The next morning, Mom prepared breakfast for 2. We ate quietly. Before driving to work, I asked her if she was OK. She nodded her head 'yes.' I left and told everybody at work I needed to leave early again.

...

Arriving home, I saw Mom sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall before her.

I said, "Mom, we need to talk."

"Talk."

"Not like that. Look at me."

She forced herself to stare at me.

"I get it that you are still mourning Dad's betrayal and departure. However, the best way to confront the issue head-on is first to admit that certain things need to change.

"What do you mean?"

"I do not mean to sound cruel, but neither of your parents is overweight. I looked at your pictures, and 5 years ago, your figure was fantastic. I watched you eating yesterday, and you were eating for 3 people."

She mumbled, "I was upset."

"That's a common excuse. My suggestion is to change radically our eating habits and register you at the local health club for exercises at least 3 times a week."

She had a bitter smile, "Honey, I tried several diets before. It's not easy to keep it. And I never exercised before; I wouldn't know how to start."

"This time it will be different. First, you know that Dad left you because of your weight, so the incentive is to show him and yourself you can do it. Second, this house will not see ingredients like bread, cookies, potatoes, and ice cream. Both of us will eat healthier: Meets, fish, eggs, low fat cheese, vegetables, cereals, and soups."

"Aren't you going to miss eating good stuff?"

"Mom, the beginning will be tough for both of us, but with time, we'll get used to eating healthy. These days, there are many options. We need to look for them."

The next evening, I went with her to the health club, where I exercised 3 times a week and registered her.

I weighed her. She was 170 pounds. I told her our new lifestyle would start the following week.

...

By Monday, the house had only healthy foods. Mom and I ate cereal with yogurt. She had coffee, and I drank orange juice. I kissed her cheeks, and we drove to work.

When I returned, I saw Mom smiling for the first time since Dad left. I asked what was funny, and she replied, "I am simply happy to see my loving son."

Later in the evening, we had tomato-basil soup, salad with sliced almonds, low-fat cheese, and tea. I was still somewhat hungry, but I promised Mom to help, so I stuck to it.

The rest of the week, Mom improvised with our dinner, so each evening, the meal was slightly different but healthy. I was happy my plan was working.

By the end of the week, I lost 5 pounds. I checked Mom's weight - It was 172 pounds. She gained 2 pounds! I was puzzled. How could it be? I saw her dieting, and despite her going to the health club on different afternoons than mine, I knew she went there...

One morning, I forgot to bring an important document to work. At 10 am, I returned home. When I opened the door, I saw Mom eating a large cheesecake.

She stared at me, and her face turned pale. I blurted, "I need to hurry back to work, but we'll have a talk when I return."

I finished late, and at 7 pm I was at home.

Mom was sitting on the sofa watching TV. I kissed her forehead and said, "Mom, I love you, but we are going to make other changes. You'll exercise the days I go there. I want to see you working out for at least one hour every time. We'll continue eating healthy in the evenings, and you will never cheat again. I repeat: I love you. However, if you do not comply with these instructions, I'll leave you. Right now, you are still young, and with the right motivation, you can do it. I am not doing it for me. After all, I didn't need to lose weight. I did what we decided to do and lost weight. You cheated and actually gained some. Don't you get we need to do it for your own good and better self esteem?"

I saw tears in her eyes, "Honey, I tried, but it's hard."

I gave her a stern look, "It's very hard the first few days, but later, the body gets used to it, and it's much easier. Anyway, as I said. You either try it my way for at least 6 months or I leave this house. What do you choose?"

She started crying loudly. I hugged her, "You can do it. Every week, if I see you lost weight, you'll get a present."

She mumbled, "I'll try."

By the end of the following week, she weighed 165 pounds. I smiled, "It was tough, but you succeeded in keeping your word during the most difficult period. From now on, the diet and exercise will become easier the longer you can continue. I am proud of you. So what do you want as a present?"

"A large cheesecake... Just kidding. How about going to the movies together?"

"Check online and let me know which movie you wish to see. I'll be happy to join you."

A month later. Mom weighed 150 pounds. I brought her flowers and complimented her on her improving waistline.

After 3 months, I weighed Mom as she wore her usual loose robe. The scale showed 130 pounds.

I glanced at her new figure and announced, "Mom, it's time to buy new clothes. It's on me. Let's go." She complied perfectly with the new routine I assigned to her and deserved the best, so I took her to Nordstrom.

Over there, I climbed with her to the women's apparel floor. I told her to pick 2 dresses and show me before trying them. Ten minutes later, she returned with 2 bland long dresses. I said, "No way! The way you look now, you should wear nicer clothes." I told her to sit on the chair, and I'd bring adequate dresses.

It felt weird to walk in the women's area, checking dresses.

I picked 2 midi styles and a shorter dress I liked. I had no idea what size she needed. I gave them to her and waited by the fitting room.

She came up 5 minutes later, smiling, "Danny, the size you selected is totally wrong. Return these and bring me 2 sizes smaller of the dresses you liked."

I did it and waited for her to try them on. She came out 10 minutes later wearing a midi one, "Honey, it's still too big, but much better than before."

I ogled her new figure and whistled. She blushed. "Mom, you look fantastic! It was really worth the suffering. Show me the other two."

The next one was a slightly better fit and displayed her body even better. Remembering 'old Mom,' it was amazing what happened to her body. "Now try the last one."

Mom exited the room, blushing profusely, "It's too much. I am not a 20 year old anymore."

I gazed at her wide-eyed and could not stop staring. The short black dress hugged her like a glove, showing a generous cleavage, a narrow waist, and somewhat wide hips, ala Selma Hayek. In that dress, she looked much more than OK. She looked amazingly... sexy!

"Mom, the last dress was created especially for you. We take it. And now we go to a shoe store to find matching high heel shoes."

"Danny dear, don't exaggerate. One dress is enough. Eventually, I'll buy shoes too. But where would I wear such a revealing dress?"

"We'll go out more often, including on travels. And we'll be together; I don't want to hear people saying, 'Look at the attractive lady - pretty face, great figure, fantastic dress, but her shoes suck."

She giggled, "You are so funny. OK, we'll buy shoes too."

After an hour, we found matching shiny, black, 3" heel shoes. She complained I had forgotten her age when buying the set. I shushed her and declared, "It took us months to accomplish, but now my mother is the most attractive lady around."

She grinned, "Honey, thank you for everything. I love you too."

"Mom, the way you look these days, you can get any man you want. Isn't it time to look for a new mate?"

"Darling, I am 48. I don't want to go online looking for strangers who will manipulate me into things I am not interested in. I've read too many stories about guys who take advantage of women like me, then blackmailing or abusing them physically. No, thank you. I am happy to have you, at least until you get married to a nice young girl."

I chuckled, "I am not into spring chickens. I'd rather befriend more mature ones who know what they want, are less emotionally unstable, and don't chat on their cell phones all the time." Mom laughed.

...

Mom laughed, but I didn't. For the last few weeks, I noticed her shape improving before my eyes. Once, I even caught a glimpse of her getting to the bathroom wearing only panties and a bra. Her figure looked amazing. It was the first time I got a hard-on watching Mom.

Her tendency to wear a robe the whole time was a good idea when she was fat and shapeless, but now she had nothing to hide. I tried to explain it to her, but her response was, "I am so used to wearing a comfortable robe that I hate changing it."

So, one day, I bought her 2 silky floral kimonos. One was long and the other short. She tried them and liked the way they felt on her body. And when wearing them with the belt, her terrific body was seen much better.

One day, she raised her hand to reach for a pan on the highest shelf. I was near her. I moved behind her and pulled it for her. She leaned on my chest and murmured, "My tall, handsome boy."

She was wearing her short kimono. The way her back pushed against me and the intoxicating smell coming from her post-shower body stiffened my penis immediately. I hugged her tummy, "Mom, since you started the diet-exercise combination, you look stunning. Did I mention I love you?"

She chuckled, "My backside feels that you love me too much."

I said embarrassingly, "Sorry, Mom, but you look very sexy, and you smell fantastic too."

She stared at me funny, "Honey, what are you doing staying at home each time you are not at work? Go date a young lady."

"These days, you are so beautiful that the only one I want to date is you."

She grinned, "I doubt any mother ever heard a better compliment, but let's be serious; It's time to mingle with girls your age."

"I hate to repeat myself, but the most attractive female around is you. Even if you think I am biased, look at yourself in the mirror: Pretty face, all the extra fat is gone, and you have a guitar-shaped body with... prominent breasts. What's not to love?"

She eyed me, "What you are implying is that my boobs are the most attractive parts of my body."

"Well, when you were overweight and wearing robes, it was impossible to notice your body parts, but now, your bosom is breathtaking, especially in the short dress we bought at Nordstrom."

"I guess I was lucky. The diet removed a lot of fat from my tummy and hips, while my tits didn't change much. I still wear a D-cup bra."

"May I see you wearing a bra?"

"You wish to see me in bra and panties?"

"Yes, please."

Mom had a strange look as she eyed me for a moment, and then she said, "OK. Be back in 10."

Ten minutes later, she opened her door, leaned on the frame, tucked her tummy, and gave me a seductive look, "Danny, what do you think?"

My answer was not necessary because the growing tent in my groin revealed my opinion. I said, "You look so perfect that I would like to take pictures of you like that."

She smiled, "Honey, I pose for your eyes only. I do not want others to see me this way."

"It's only for us. I'll never show them to anybody else. Wouldn't you like to have these pictures to look at when you are older and tell yourself you were gorgeous?"

"Well, OK, but you promise to never divulge their existence to anybody."

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"I know I look better now, but I am not perfect. We can give it a shot but you erase all the pictures I do not like."

"Deal." I brought my DSLR.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Lean on the frame and give me the same look you had on before."

I took several shots from different angles.

"Now sit on the couch with one leg over the other, turn halfway to the right, fold your hands on your tummy, and arch your back forward." I photographed her from the front and while standing on a chair.

"And now in bed. I want you to lay on your abdomen, raise your upper body on your elbows, and give me 'the look." Mom did as instructed.

Then, I checked the pictures and removed the ones I didn't like. Since I didn't have time to prepare, the illumination was not ideal, but overall, the photos showed Mom's cute face and her amazing body very well.

I showed her the pictures. She looked at them quietly, one after the other, and then glanced at me, "Danny, you have a gift. I wondered why you chose those poses, and now I know. Except for 3 where you focused on my face's best side, all the other photos emphasized my covered breasts. You not only made me look better than me in real life, but you made me a sexy woman. Was that your intention?"

"Mom, I told you before that I find you more attractive than any girl I know. Before the diet, you were 'Mom,' and now you are a vamp."

The strange smile I saw before reappeared for a few seconds and then disappeared, "Honey, are you done or want more photos?"

"Can you perform before the camera some of the exercises or yoga poses you do in the health club?"

"I can try, but I do not have the same floor mat or equipment."

"Do only whatever you feel comfortable with."

She began with simple poses, and I shot picture after picture. She continued to do more complicated ones. Then, she performed a perfect bridge. She tried to lift one arm above her body, and her body fell to the side as she grimaced in pain.

I hurried to help her, "Mom, are you OK?"

"I don't know. My back and butt hurt badly."

"I don't think you broke anything, but you may have strained your back muscles. I think the best management is a massage followed by an icy compress."

"Do whatever you think because it really hurts now."

...

In the bathroom, I found some oil and hoped it would be OK for a back rub. I spread 2 towels on the bed and helped her slide slowly on top of them.

I stood by her side and began gingerly massaging her lower back. A minute into it, she started moaning, and said, "Honey, it feels wonderful. You are doing it so cautiously that it feels like caressing me more than a real massage."

"I can do it harder, but I don't want to hurt you."

After doing her lower back, I thought of doing her buttocks, but I couldn't use oil because of her panties. "Mom, I cannot use the oily massage on your butt. What shall I do?"

"I don't care - Lower the panties; it hurts like hell."

I lowered the panties and saw her smooth, round ass cheeks. They Were so tempting my cock gradually hardened in my shorts. I massaged the cheeks tenderly, hoping not to worsen the pain. Mom groaned, and her legs separated slightly. As I poured more oil on her cheeks, some drops slipped into her crack and continued down to her vulva. Mom's groans turned louder, and her thighs parted further. I saw the oil drops on her now exposed labia but didn't dare touch the area. My pecker extended all the way to my waistband and was steely-hard.

When I was done with her lower back and ass, I asked Mom how she felt in these areas. I could barely hear her muffled voice, "Much better. Can you do the shoulders and upper back?"

I moved in front of her and realized the bra straps were on the way.

"May I unclasp the bra?"

"Do it."

I pushed the straps to the side and did her shoulders. Like before, I began gently, enjoying the warm skin. I descended from her shoulders to her upper back, moving from the center sideway. At one point, I touched her sideboobs. She gasped but said nothing. My prick reacted by reaching its maximum length and hardness. I continued rubbing her back and could not resist touching her sideboobs one more time.

As I continued my ministrations, Mom's head moved up a little. I ignored it, but then I heard her whisper, "Honey, I see I am not the only one aroused here."

I wasn't sure how to answer and continued massaging her back.

And then I felt it: Her palm caressed my covered cock lightly. I loved her touch, but not knowing how to react, I continued rubbing her back.

Next, I felt Mom lowering my shorts and exposing my erect cock. I was beside myself, and my hands moved to her sideboobs, fondling them softly.

Her upper torso went up further, and her full tits were free. As my pulse went to 120 per minute, I cupped her beauties and touched the hard nipples. She moaned, "Honey, my nipples are very sensitive."

She mumbled, "Thanks to you, my back feels much better. You deserve a reward."

I didn't have time to ask what reward she was talking about, and suddenly, her full lips encompassed my member and began a slow bobbing. I was very horny even before she started and knew I wouldn't be able to hold my orgasm for long and whispered, "Mom, your mouth is too good. I'm afraid if you continue, I'll cum very soon."

She didn't respond, but her lips moved faster on my organ, and her hand caressed my sack. I erupted down her throat, flooding it with slimy goo. After the last remains of my whitish spunk were deposited in her oral cavity, I pulled out, still not believing what just happened.

I saw Mom's smiley face, "Honey, your magic hands performed a miracle. I feel so much better, though I am not sure how much of it I can associate with the massage or the healthy juice I just drank... By the way, Moms are not dumb or blind. I noticed how you ogled me in the last few weeks. How each time I was in my underwear, your organ created a bulge in your pants, especially when you took these 'artistic pictures.' When I watched your pictures, I became aroused, and the feeling turned into real horniness during your massage. Seeing your fully extended cock before my eyes, I could not resist and had to feel it. And the rest is history."

"Mom, your blow job was incredible. It was purely for me. How may I help take care of YOUR arousal?"

"Drinking your seed was a good appetizer, but I admit I am still hungry. Having also the main course may be even better."