The wind outside howled mournfully as the ice cold sheet of rain beat mercilessly against the windows. It was yet another miserable winter and I lay in bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling in my room, my mind was faraway in some distant land with plenty of sun, brilliant white sand and gorgeous, bikini clad, dark skinned women. I was bored to tears.
My mom sat in the living room watching some banal soap opera on the tube and it was just the two of us in the house, surrounded by thickly wooded land in the middle of no where. It had always been us two: I was the only issue out of an aborted, troublesome marriage. My dad had taken off when I was ten, telling us he was going out to fetch some groceries and that was the last we ever saw of him. Since then I had been the man of the house.
My Mom was a tall woman, which was a good thing because she was what some people referred to as 'stacked'. Her breasts and bottom would have made any smaller woman go pink with embarrassment- they were far too big. Her tits were massive melons with thick, hard nipples that were very evident no matter what she was wearing and despite her age- she was nearing fifty- had only the tiniest hint of sag. Her ass was even bigger, two big footballs compressed together to make one helluva bumper package. They stuck out at right angles to the back of her thighs and she had a running problem with finding her size of jeans to wear. She was a plain woman who kept her jet black hair cropped closely to her skull and if not for her obvious physical attributes could easily be mistaken for a man. I wasn't complaining- she's my momma after all.
We got on fine together. After my dad left we got closer as the years went by and by the time I was nineteen I was the man of the house. Also as I got older, my mom became more liberal around me. She used to be a very strict woman, not averse to putting me over her knee for a good spanking anytime I got out of line but as I matured, I guess so did she. My mom was someone who rarely showed emotion and I unconsciously found myself trying my best to please her even if it was just to earn a simple 'thank you' or 'good boy' for my efforts. She rarely showed gratitude but I noticed she didn't treat me like a kid anymore. In fact if I didn't know better she seemed to be taking my 'man of the house' role more seriously than I thought.
I wasn't sure at first but I noticed that her conservative mode of dressing was gradually changing. I was a teenager and I was interested in girls but the godforsaken town we were living in had very few chicks to spare. There was a girlfriend I was banging regularly but I had to go across town to meet her and it was becoming a drag. I began to stay more at home since I didn't want my mom to feel lonely and as I was seeing literally more of her everyday, I stuck around.
She used to wear thick blouses and long skirts that didn't succeed in concealing her figure but now they had been replaced by halters and shorts. Sometimes she would just wear a robe and I could swear there was nothing else underneath. A lot of her cleavage would be exposed and whenever she bent over, which was often, I could almost see all of her huge white breasts. The house isn't very big and we bumped into each other a lot. I didn't know whether it was because I was now more sexually aware but I felt that she lingered a little anytime we brushed up against each other. My cock would grind against her hard buttocks and sometimes my elbow would press against her boobs. She didn't seem to mind.
There had been a time I walked into her room without knocking to pick up something and found her changing, getting ready to take a bath. Her frilly panties were still on but she was completely topless, her big boobs swinging about in full view. That's when I noticed she had big, dark colored areolas with thick, hard nipples like erasers. I noticed that she was quite hairy down there as a thick, black bush was spilling over the hem of her panties. There was a second of shocked silence before I blurted an apology and bolted from the room. There was a surprised look in my mom's dark eyes but there wasn't any hint of anger and I also noticed something else lurking deep within those pools. I expected my mom to give me a dressing down but she acted like nothing happened.
That had been a couple of weeks ago and since then, I desperately desired her. She didn't show any sign of awkwardness, come to think of it, she was even freer around me. I guess she felt that since I had seen most of her goods, there wasn't any further point in concealing them. Ever since then it was normal for me to find her walking around the house in just her underwear or for me to bump into her with just a towel round her waist. I can't say I was complaining. I took advantage of her new liberal ideals by rubbing up against her any chance that I got.
There had been a point I thought I had gone too far. I had walked into the kitchen once and found her bent over the deep freezer with the lid wedged open with the rolling pin. She was a wearing a long t-shirt which stopped at mid-thigh but since she was bending over, it had ridden up to her rump. Most of her ass was showing and I discovered to my consternation that she wasn't wearing any panties. The thick lips of her pussy were very visible. I couldn't control myself and I immediately walked up to her. I placed my hands on her wide hips and pressed my crotch against her ample bottom.
