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My mum had always been the rock for me. The woman who could explain things to me as I was growing up. The storyteller and, above all, the mother that I respected. As I grew up, she was my everything, and while I could hardly ever have been called a mummy's boy, I'd always have done anything for her. I always loved her dearly.
Dad had also done his bit, too; he'd always remembered to praise my successes and taught me the manly things of life, but he'd also discipline me when necessary. But, of course, he also had to spend too much time working and came second to my mother.
I grew up quickly, or so my parents kept telling me and by the time I'd acquired myself a place in the business world and still lived at home though I was now twenty-four. I was taller than either of my parents and had a far better physique than my father ever had.
My gorgeous mum managed to retain her natural good shape by exercise, regular visits to the gym, a healthy lifestyle and a good diet and she instilled these features in me.
I preferred to spend time with my parents. It was so relaxing and comforting to be with them, idly chattering about all and everything, discussing sport or the business world with Dad and kneeling or standing alongside Mum as she gardened or cooked.
The way her back would bend and cause her ass to strain tightly; the way her massive tits would jiggle as she moved around, the smooth tightness of her stomach along with the sleek lines of her lovely legs. I was full of lust for her body all the time.
I was also captivated because she was my mum, and I was proud of her, but equally, so she was a woman of exceptional physique and beauty whose body would have been very welcome in my bed had she not been my mother. So it was so enjoyable watching her, which provided me with some very erotic memories when I was wanking myself.
I have always had a preference for mature women, and I kept three happy. They were delighted with the sex I was giving them, and I was under no pressure to date them. Instead, a phone call or a message and I would visit them. I was also fortunate that I was very well endowed. I had a massive thick cock which my older girlfriends loved.
I arrived back home one day to find mum crying. She explained that Dad hadn't been feeling too well in recent weeks, and after visits to the doctor and the hospital, they were told that he had an inoperable tumour that was growing rapidly and aggressively.
Things turned around, and it was now my turn to be the rock, the calming voice, the helpful son and the man mum looked up to as Dad slipped away. I now spent more and more time helping mum care for him than being the one for her to talk things through with. It was a sad time, the only consolation was that dad didn't last for long. Then six weeks later he was gone, leaving mum and me with an enormous loss in our lives.
But not that long after the funeral, it was once again mum who became the intense one and one day after I came back from work, I found that mum had seemed to have lifted herself and for once she smiled at me again.
"Come on, darling, this won't do, will it?" she asked, "We can't go on mourning, can we?"
"Thank you, darling. I needed that," she said, then reached up and kissed me.
"You're so wonderful Jack, how on earth would I have managed without you?" she said, her eyes boring into mine.
"No, I'm just me. It's you who's been so strong," I said, "You'd have got through if I hadn't been there. You'd have managed."
She sighed heavily, then took my hand and held it tightly.
"Yes, but without you, I might have cracked up. It was you who pushed me through, I think, come here, let me hug you again."
A moment later, we were cuddling tightly once more as mum tried to rebuild her life. A tall well-formed woman with beautiful wavy blond hair and a beautiful face. She was my ideal woman on who I based many of my desires, a woman with a ready smile, warm, soft lips and bright, happy eyes that were often full of honesty.
Her body looked so sexy as I watched her move; her tight curvy ass, her swaying hips, her slender legs and her trim waist, and suddenly my arousal was complete.
The sight was powerful stuff. I was as stiff so quickly. Quickly I adjusted my erection inside my jeans and shook my head.
Since Dad's death, mum's posture had become slumped, lethargic and limp, but this time as she walked away, with her mind now concentrating on us, her natural sexiness seemed to have returned in a big way. At least for now, she appeared happy again.
Then Mum returned with two glasses of wine, one of which she handed to me, giving me further food for thought as her breasts jiggled before me. She wasn't revealing much, but as she leaned down, the tops of her breasts filled my eyes as the neck of her top fell forwards.
"Cheers, darling," she said as she sat down again, then she lifted her hand, and we clinked our glasses together before drinking.
Silence reigned for a little while as the warmth of the wine glowed inside me before I felt that I had to speak.
"I think you feel a bit happier now, don't you, Mum?"
"In what way?"
"Well, you seemed happier, bubblier and more alive."
Instantly I saw Mum's eyes drop towards her massive tits, and as she did so, she must have pulled her shoulders back because her tits seemed to lift and swell, the change matching the sudden smile on her face.
I nodded and smiled at her, then blew her a kiss to tell her that I loved her.
A moment later, she almost leapt on top of me, pressing herself warmly and tightly against me, kissing me profusely and making me feel even hotter and hornier. It was lovely to have some of her old self back but now a little embarrassing as my cock was rock hard.
As I held Mum on my lap, there wasn't much I could do to prevent her from feeling my sudden erection pressing into her ass, even though she didn't move away or say anything.
"Jack, you're such a darling!"
From all that exchange, one thing happened, the sight of Mum glancing down at the bulge of my erection, then smiling as she moved away. Her look alone told me that mum had liked what she had seen.
Having kissed Mum goodnight, I retired to my room to browse the internet, moving quickly to my favourite porn site. There the bouncing breasts, naked pussies and delicious asses gave me a fantastic hard-on. Next, I went into the bathroom to check the laundry basket; mum had some fabulous lingerie that I occasionally wanked into.
Her DD cup bra was there and a couple of thongs. There was also a red see-through negligee. I used this and shot a considerable amount of spunk into it. Then I used the bidet to wash my cock clean. I loved the warmth of the water. I dried myself off. My cock had recovered and was now rock hard again. As I walked out of the bathroom, mum was walking into the bathroom.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she saw me standing there naked and erect, "Oh Jack, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Oh shit," I muttered.
"Mum, I'm so sorry. I should have thought that you might be here," I said, "I'm sorry, I'll see you later."
