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Also, this story has incest. Mom/son to be exact. Hope you are alright with that.
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It was hot and wet, but Richard wasn't in a hurry. The temperature must have been in the 90s, and the alarm clock had been ringing for an hour, but the bed called and his sweat kept him cool enough.
In his dreams, the AC was on anyway.
But always, a certain someone always had to ruin things.
"Jesus Christ, turn that shit off, Richard!" a loud put-upon voice that he had been hearing since he was born, in all probability, accompanied a loud banging on his door.
"Fine," Richard mumbled as he reached across his bed and slapped the big fat button on the alarm clock that he'd had since he was in middle school. It was admittedly satisfying to feel its "click" before going silent.
"And get the fuck up!" this woman woman didn't leave him alone, "It's already 9!"
"Didn't you say no cursing in the house?" Richard, who evidently wasn't going to be able to get away with sleeping 'till 12, chose the least wise path.
"Oh, you think you are being cute?" the matronly voice said, "Get a goddamned job and THEN you get to complain."
"Exactly," Richard happily said, "I don't have a job, and I don't have to go to school. I've got nowhere to be and nothing to do."
"Why should I wake up early?"
Richard was a 21-year-old man with hair that reached down to his neck. Used to be, back when his father was with his mother, he'd keep it short. Business style, essentially. But then, many things had changed since then.
Getting a hair band from the floor wasn't hard; it was exactly where he had left it, lying on top of his shoes. It only took a few moments to fix his hair into a small ponytail. It was a pain in the ass to mantain, sometimes, but his hair cut funds did not allow for more than a haircut every 6 months. So, really, he was actually being fiscally conscious in his own way!
He got up from his sweat-soaked bed and continued to ignore his mother's response as he craned his back. The pop of his vertebra felt fantastic as he stretched his wide and long pectoral muscles.
"-and that is when you actually do something, you lazy-" his mother continued her tirade as Richard donned the first pants from his clothing pile. The jeans had not slipped down the top of the hill during the night, it seemed, so he selected those and yawned as he went over to the only mirror in his room.
It was the screen of his cellphone as he turned it on and, yep, no calls.
Good.
But on a lark, as his mother still kept going, he decided to look at himself.
He was 6 foot even, with white yet tanned skin. His hair was black, his eyebrows were bushy, and the slim line of a beard went down the edges of his jaw. He had a mustache, trimmed to the same width as the line of beard he had, to go along with it, to decorate the wide of his chin. His nose was straight, his eyes were blue, the only thing he was thankful to his dad for these days, and his cheeks were high.
It was classically handsome, but the stubble growing around the edges of his usually maintained beard was beginning to make him look rugged. Something to fix, or maybe he'd try and make that work? Meh, maybe he was due for another change.
Going further down, Richard nodded with satisfaction at his body.
His shoulders were boulders and were the biggest set of muscles he had. His pecs were very defined and cut, but he wasn't trying to win a strong man competition, so they weren't exactly barrels either. His abdominal muscles cut every single definition that they could, and even managed to show where they attached to his hip bones.
His biceps were half-as big as his head, and his triceps rounded his arms to a fantastic degree. The sort of work he had done for the last few years made his legs pick up mass, too, of course, but the show was on top, so to say.
To the pride of his old man, getting pussy had always come accross easy to Richard but...heh, he was keeping up his physique more for his own ego these days.
"-and one more thing!" his mother said, banging on the door again, "I am going to make you pay rent again!"
Richard moaned.
"I got laid off last week, Ma," Richard nonchalantly said, "Can't you take it easy on me?"
"If you finished your doctorate, like I told you, you wouldn't be in these straits," his mother grumbled, 'But, noooo, you never listen to your mother, do you? You just do whatever you want!"
Richard's stomach grumbled and, given that it seemed like his mother wasn't going to leave him alone, he went to the door of his room to open it up.
"At least you aren't bringing sluts and whore any....more," his mother trailed off when she was met with this close-up of Richard.
The AC from the rest of the house felt like heaven as it hit his chest on its way to fill his hot room. He had no idea how his mother did it, but she could somehow turn the cold air off in different parts of the house. It was her way of "encouraging" him to get a "real" job but joke's on her; he did construction work under much hotter circumstances!
It didn't used to be like this, of course, but then they used to be a "happy" family and shit once upon a time. To be quite frank, Richard's father leaving them was the best thing that could have happened to them. But Richard would acknowledge that his mother had been hit harder than he had by the whole thing.
At 5 foot and 7 inches, Mabel was still a very hot, if bitchy, woman in her 40s. Her hair was a rich blonde that went down to her waist. Her pupils were a honey brown that all but glittered on her wide, if angry, eyes. Her straight nose and high cheeks were something that Richard had inherited, what gave him his "good looks" he would admit, but her chin narrowed nicely.
Her lips, though, were very big and Richard would not be ashamed to admit that, when he was going through puberty, he would sneak looks at them for long periods of time.
He might even had wanks afterward.
But, shit, the real dick pump fodder was the rest of her body.
Her thick, heavy, tits slagged a bit, but it their sheer size almost demanded it really: Those milfy puppies were as big as HIS head. Her stomach contained a bit of chub, yes, but her hips flared so much, and her thighs were so big, that it seemed juuust "right".
As if she hadn't been perfect until she'd given birth to him.
Also, she had one of the fattest asses Richard had yet ever seen. Not for nothing but, on the pink pajama robes she was wearing this morning, it looked fantastic.
His mother was so busy oogling him that she didn't notice him doing his daily appreciation for her beauty.
But Richard walked past her when she broke out of her spell, as she coughed into her hand, "Hold on, I am not finished yet."
"You sure? I smell breakfast." The smell of cooked eggs and ham wafted magnificently through the air and hooked him.
"That's for people that get up early in the morning," his mother grunted as she speed-walked past him, reaching the kitchen and grabbing his plate. "Actually, breakfast is for people who help with groceries, how about that?"
"Oh, mom, don't be that way," Richard whined as he followed her, "The food's there already. What are you going to do, throw it away now?"
His mother pressed her hips into the sink of the kitchen and pushed the plate out of his reach.
He still tried to go for it.
"I might," she testily said as Richard shaped his body around hers, pushing down on her shoulders with his chest as he barely stopped short of grabbing the plate. Not because he couldn't, he was bigger than his mother after all, but because it would cause all sorts of trouble if he did.
Better to just pressure her until she gave up.
"Come ooon, mah," Richard pittingly said.
"Don't 'come on' me, you tall sack of crap," his mother growled, "I am tired, Richard, tired of having to put up with your shit!"
