Old Playboys Part 2
by mandezulu
Note: unlike Part 1, this version imagines my mom as a hopeful and gullible model and having a violent/mysterious past. Son and mom have sexual healing and communication to make up for a rough series of firsts she experienced long ago.
My mother, Julia, is now 65 years old but at one time she was a very hot piece of ass. About 5 foot, blonde slightly curly hair, nice blue eyes and classic gold cross chain around her neck, lots of rings and red lipstick. She has great tits for a woman her age but I'm guessing the bra holds the saggy parts and is mostly false advertising. I'd guess she was a DD cup, judging from the other women I've dated as a young man, I like big tit women and don't date the twig types. Julia Michaels never did manual labor and her smooth voice is accompanied with a smile always. Her nails weren't long but painted white and she has strong hands, slightly veiny.
She is a GILF and a MILF, my wife and I have kids and she loves being a grandmother. I love my mom and she finds the little happy things in life. My father was a quiet man but I heard them fucking growing up and there was passion but since my father has passed, mom has brought up old boxes with tons of photos from her past. She told me long ago she was a nurse before she met dad and then became a homemaker. She got her masters degree in anthropology but life's strange because she ended up in the medical field. The pictures were risque and some down right X rated so I had no idea where they had come from but they clearly were of her and other men, not my father.
Our home is secluded and quiet out in the country. We have wifi but that's as high tech as it gets. My mom is a country girl and so was my dad and us kids spent a lot of time outside playing. Moms old boxes contained a lot of pornography which is not at all what I expected. She left the shit laying around the house, knowing us boys would find it and do what boys do. I never had the talk with pops and mom is too shy to even joke about sex so I learned most of the birds and the bees from vintage playboys and some softer stuff like the UK's Mayfair magazine which has a lot of lingerie models and giant tit stuff.
One afternoon mom called me up to her room after scattering the illicit pictures around the house and she asked me to gather them up and bring them to her room, she suggested that we were done with them now and they could go back into storage. I assumed there would be a talk about their origin, etc etc.
"There's one missing, Mickey. Is it in your bedroom? Go get it, honey." Mom was still sharp and I indeed had the 1982 issue in my bedroom under the mattress. I went and got it, handed it to her as she patted the spot near to her on the bed. She was in her ivory silk nightgown, the top closed up and the belt tightly knotted. She still has a huge bosom and I could see the heft of her breasts as she bent down to show me a picture. It was of her, a long time ago, she was sitting with her hands on her chin, elbows on her knees, completely naked. There was a big hairy pussy between her legs and her gold chain hanging low between her DD cup breasts.
"I need to tell you some things now that you're old enough. I know you took that magazine because I'm in it. Yes, that's your mom. I was only 21 years old, but I was making so little being a nurses aide I needed walking around money. The modeling job sounded simple, some bikini and a little topless shots and I needed the money. It was really that easy of a decision but I didn't stick up for myself and people took advantage of me and my innocence. Yes, Mickey, your mother was forced to do things she wasn't comfortable with." She cleared her throat and wiped some tears from her eyes. Mom cried a lot, she was a very emotional woman. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail, full red lips and rings on her fingers, mom always looked put together, even in the morning.
My mom looked down at the Big Tits! magazine in her lap, she was right on the cover, in tan colored overalls sort of like a janitor. One of the shoulder straps was off and showing a good part of her huge left breast, her hands covering up the other boob and over her mouth with a shocked expression. How many truckers and greasy mechanics had beat their meat to my mom's pictures, spraying the old pages of the magazine with cum and sweat? I bet quite a few and the magazine passed through different hands, each man cranking out a sloppy nut for my mom's huge boobs and hairy cunt. There were about 9 pages inside dedicated to my mom, she called herself Julia Hughes as a stage name.
"Mom, I'm... I'm sorry. I feel so dirty about looking at the magazines." I had sat with my hands in my pockets, pressing down on either side to hide my erection. I had an average sized cock but quite thick, almost as big as my wrist. I could feel my heart beat run through my body I was so nervous and horny. My mom was a slutty big tits model but she told it like it was all official stuff and she was a bunny at playboy. Somewhere in between was the truth and I knew she was working up the courage to tell me.
"I understand you're a man and have urges, hell, that urge was in your father at one time and it led to me giving birth to you kids. It's perfectly natural, I'm not angry or upset. I wanted you to know that I do have a past. Leaving the smut around the house I was too afraid to address the fact I was a playmate, but now I feel more confident to do so. You saw me and the other women in those big titty mags. What did you think? You can be honest, baby."
My erection was painful. I wanted to scoot up the bed and pull down my trousers, let her see what her pics had done to me. How hard I was, how hot my cock was needing her touch. I would cum so easily just from a handjob right now. I needed something, anything.
"Geez, mom. Well you're hot as balls in those pictures. I bet every man got wood looking at you. You have a real nice set of tits, umm, I mean breasts. Everything looks really good in there."
Mom nodded and blushed a bit, her cheeks flushed.
