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All the characters are over 18, the persons and events described are entirely fictional. The author reserves all rights to the story and its reproduction apart from on Literotica. Thanks to YDB95 for help with editing the chapter.
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Over the next few days, Bobby and his mother settled into a routine. Every morning she would wake him for his shower, and he would feign sleep for as long as he could so he could view her magnificent hanging breasts as they swayed in her neglige. Bobby came to realise that her nightwear must have been bought for her by his dad as all her outfits were silky and featured low necklines that showed off as much of her breasts as possible. Today's outfit was red and lacy and hung particularly low at the front, allowing her heavy boobs to swing freely as she gently shook him awake. Good old Pop, he sure had great taste!
Once he'd feasted his slitted eyes on her hanging boobs for as long as he dared, he arose and followed her to the shower, his inevitable morning hard-on leading the way. She placed the bags over his hands and helped him into the shower. She now encouraged him to pee in the shower if he needed to go, obviously keen to avoid the embarrassment of having to point his hard cock at the toilet bowl. Every day he steeled himself for the moment when she would have to clean his stiff cock. His erection seemed to grow harder each day, and today it was so hard it ached, his glans swollen and purple, the veins standing out on his cock shaft. She finished cleaning his back and turned him round soaping his legs and chest, putting off washing his cock till last. His balls were heavy and laden with cum and her touch was soothing as she washed them. His dick, on the other hand - or rather in the other hand - was so sensitive that even her gentle touch with the soapy glove sent shudders through him.
"I'm sorry dear, I'm trying to be as gentle as I can."
"It's okay, Mom."
After rinsing him off and drying him, she helped him dress. He had suggested it would be more practical to just wear a robe around the house while she was at work in case he needed to go to the bathroom, but he had neglected to mention it was also more comfortable than having his hard cock trapped in a pair of sweatpants. Of course a bathrobe was fine while his cock was limp; but when it was hard, which was practically all the time at the moment, it would stick out like an evil, veiny one-eyed monster emerging through a pair of theatre curtains. To begin with, his mother tried to arrange the robe to cover him up; but it simply tented out obscenely and inevitably the robe would fall away as his dick swayed about. So instead, she took to trying to ignore it. After she'd made them breakfast and given him his pain meds, she headed off to work and he returned to his room where he would lay on his bed, his robe falling open and his huge, throbbing cock staring back at him as it arched up over his belly taunting him.
He awoke in mid-afternoon and padded about the house, waiting for his mom to return home. He genuinely looked forward to her company; since his dad's death a few years ago they had spent more time together and would often cuddle up together on the sofa watching a movie and eating popcorn, or in Mom's case, drinking wine. Although they never talked about it, he sensed a great sadness in her. After all, she still wore her wedding ring, and often when she changed out of her uniform after work she would put on one of his dad's old t-shirts while she made dinner and wandered round the house. He guessed this was for sentimental reasons on her part, but he could also see why his dad would have liked her to wear them. On her petite frame the shirt came down to mid-thigh, so it still left a generous amount of leg on display; and while they were not as revealing as her night wear, it was still obvious she was not wearing a bra underneath.
He would come down and keep her company while she cooked, covertly watching her big boobs jiggling and swaying under the thin cotton fabric and stealing glimpses of her beautiful legs as she reached up to get utensils from the kitchen cabinets. He would usually get a hard on if he didn't already have one, and it would rear up from his robe. Fortunately, his mom seemed to just put it down to teenage hormones and seemed oblivious the glimpses he was stealing of her ample charms. At first she would suggest putting his sweat pants on when he got hard, but he complained it was painful and suggested he go up to his room instead as he didn't want to embarrass her. She smiled and told him not to be silly, if it more comfortable he could stay as he was.
It felt odd to be wandering around in front of his mom with his stiff cock sticking out in the breeze, and initially he was embarrassed and would sit down to try to conceal it. But then it began to dawn on him that he had been given a licence to walk around with a hard on waving about in front of his mother, something that would have been unthinkable a few days ago, and a sick thrill went through him at the thought. So he began standing in the kitchen with her and chatting while she cooked, taking an exhibitionist pride in having his big hard cock and heavy cum filled balls on full display. He thought his mom might object, but instead she simply tried her best to ignore it. Tonight was one of those nights and he leant back against one of the kitchen counters, his robe parted and his giant hard on pulsing in the open. It was bittersweet torment for him, sweet because being so aroused and able to display his hard cock in front of his mother seemed so wicked and wrong but at the same time so exciting, bitter because he was able to do nothing about relieving himself.
Tonight she was wearing his dad's old Guns & Roses shirt. It had been one of his dad's favourites as he had bought it back in the 80's at a concert, and even though it was tatty and worn he had refused to let Alison throw it out. It also meant the white cotton was stretched and thin. As he watched his mom he saw her glance at his cock and look away. He thought she might suggest he go and sit in the living room, but instead she just flushed and carried on preparing dinner. She was chopping some onions, and as she did so her boobs jiggled under her thin shirt. As he admired her huge knockers he noticed her nipples seemed to have grown hard and were sticking out through the shirt. The onions were making her eyes water, so she turned away and stood in the doorway to the dining room for a few moments. As she did so she stood directly in front of the light from the other room, and for an achingly beautiful moment the light shone through the thin cotton fabric silhouetting her body.
Bobby gasped as he could clearly see the outline of her breasts, the big heavy jugs standing out from her chest, making the shirt hang down away from her trim waist. They looked even larger than he had imagined; he could even make out the hard nipples standing out and pointing slightly upwards. He followed the lines of the curved undersides of her heavy boobs to her slender waist and rounded bottom. His cock lurched up, causing the foreskin to pull back over the swollen shiny purple head to the crown.
"Fuck, she's gorgeous!" he thought as he leered at her.
She reached up to get a piece of kitchen towel to dry her eyes, and her boobs lifted and swayed with the movement. His cock lurched again and a drop of pre-cum emerged, trickling down the head and onto the shaft. Fortunately she was too pre-occupied to notice his predicament.
"Oh dear!' she dabbed her eyes dry and returned to the chopping board.
He continued to torture himself with views of her body through the thin shirt as they ate, after which they sat down on the sofa to watch a movie together. It was a fairly trashy horror movie which had the redeeming feature of several actresses appearing topless. He was glad, partly because boobs, like pizza, are something you can never have too much of, and partly because it gave him an excuse for the hard on that persistently throbbed throughout the film. As Mom finished her second glass of wine, she poured another and snuggled up to him, resting her breast on his arm as she did. One of the starlets in the movie was running around with no shirt on again and he couldn't help but compare the small perky boobs on screen with his mom's far more generous offerings, taking a certain pride that his mom's were far bigger and better. His robe had fallen open again revealing his hard dick curving up towards his belly. As she reached for her glass, she glanced at his cock and said "Looks like someone's enjoying the movie!"
"What?" He didn't believe his ears.
"Looks like you're enjoying the film, or at least all the boobs!" she said nodding towards his erection.
"Oh yeah... err.. sorry, do you want me to go upstairs?" not believing his mom was being so direct.
"No of course not sweetie, I'm just teasing."
He guessed the wine was having an effect on her as usually she would never be so candid. Clearly she was feeling more relaxed, so he lay back a little more on the sofa, displaying his cock and balls fully. As she moved to accommodate him, her boob bounced lightly against his arm before she settled with it pressing up against him again. He lay there, his beautiful mother nestled up against him and his hard cock throbbing in the light from the TV. Anyone watching them now would think they were boyfriend and girlfriend, not mother and son, he thought. God, he wished she was his girlfriend and would pull off her shirt and let him feast on her naked boobs before reaching out and stroking his cock. He knew he would cum in seconds if she did, but he also knew it was never going to happen. Not long after, his mom dozed off to sleep and he watched the rest of the movie in silence, with only his aching dick for company. Eventually she woke up as the credits were rolling.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, not much company for you tonight!"
"It's okay, Mom, it wasn't much of a movie, you didn't miss much."
"Well I need to hit the hay, there's a big meeting at the hospital tomorrow I need to be at. Dr. Williams has asked for me in person so it could be a big opportunity."
She gave him his pain meds and they said goodnight as he ended another day of painful frustration, drifting off to a restless sleep remembering the image of his mother's beautiful body silhouetted in her thin shirt.
The following day started like any other, with his mother shaking him awake. But this wasn't a day like any other. There was a panic in her voice and an urgency that told him something was wrong.
"Bobby, wake up! Wake up!!"
"Wha..."
