A story about a middle aged mother and the son who loved each other in every way. Please read the description and the story tags attached.
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"You don't waste any time do you?" Angela Winter told the man who was on her bed naked as the day he was born exactly 22 years earlier, shaking her head as he casually moved his hand up and down the shaft of his fully engorged manhood, which while not exceptional in length, was so thick that even his man's hand could not get all the way around the shaft.
"I'm excited about seeing what you got me for my birthday Mommy," Tom Winter replied, enjoying her cringing when he used that term, the same one he had used much of the time to the woman who gave birth to him.
"Same thing you get just about every night, Tommy," Angela told him as she took off her earrings and watch and set them on the dresser, her eyes fixed on watching the foreskin of her boy's uncircumcised penis slide up and down, making the bulbous glans that was similar to a plum in both size and hue appear and disappear.
"Tough day at work Mom?" Tom asked as she kicked off her shoes and grimaced at the effort.
"They all are when you get to be my age honey," Angela replied, contorting her back which always reminded her that she was now on the wrong side of 50 now, and the physical work she did at the hospital was no help. "Let me take a shower first."
"No Mom, you're perfect as you are - please?" Tommy said. "Just relax and get undressed for me. Nice and slow, you know the way I like it. Sweet and sexy."
"You should get your head examined Tommy," she told him, because there was no way she was sexy anymore.
Not even her husband had thought she was attractive after a while, which was why he skipped out on the two of them several years back, and when he booked on her Angela was certain that she would live the rest of her life alone.
No one would want an aging woman carrying at least 30 pounds too many, but then she discovered there was one very interested male and he was the one on the bed stroking his thick cock while staring at her. While it wasn't easy to give it to temptation as he pursued her, in the end she had.
Angela bent down to take off her white ankle socks and then straightened up and asked her son what he wanted next. "You tell me what to do. You're the puppet master."
"Take your uniform off first Mommy, slowly," Tommy requested, and as she undid the buttons of the drab beige garment that had faint sweat stains under the arms he remembered how when he was very young he would tell friends that his mother was a doctor at the hospital even though she worked in the kitchen.
They found out though and one jerk made fun of her, just once though because Tom kicked the crap out of him, and after that he dropped the doctor lie because he didn't care what those jerks thought. She worked at the hospital, was a mother and a father to him, and he was proud of her.
"Slowly Mom, don't go too fast," he asked as she neared the end of the row of buttons. "Now just wiggle out of it. Let it slide off your shoulders and onto the floor. That's it."
As the matronly woman did a little hula to coax the uniform down to the carpet the thought occurred to her that she must look silly, as if Rosanne Barr had become a stripper, but this audience was not laughing. Tommy was loving it.
"You're leaking," Angela mentioned as she saw the cream drooling out of her boy's fat dick and down towards his fist.
"I know," Tommy said as he watched the uniform hang at the edge of his Mom's round shoulders a second before dropping off. "Amazing. Sweet. You're wearing the bra I bought you."
"Never had one that fit this nice before," Angela admitted as she held the over-sized cups in her palms. "It gives me such good support."
"Tits that big need it," Tommy said, and after she made a face he amended that language, because although once she got aroused she was as bawdy as he would be, she was still in the mother-mode until then. "Sorry. Breasts."
"That's better."
"Keep doing that Mom. Squeeze those beauties through the bra. Are your nipples hard yet?" he asked, and after she said they were getting there he nodded. "What we got to get you is new panties. Sexy french cut ones in place of those granny drawers."
"Please Tommy," Angela said. "I would be a sight in something like that. Even these matronly things don't keep it all hidden."
"I see, and it's driving me wild," her son said as it gazed at 'it', with the 'it' being her abundant pubic hair which despite the very modest cut of the panties still peeked out the sides from under the elastic leg openings. "Besides, who would see it besides me?"
"I guess, but as long as I don't have to get fitted for them like I did with the brassiere," Angela said as she stood still for inspection while waiting for instructions.
"Why? That was fun," Tommy protested.
"For you maybe, but I was humiliated Tommy," Angela said. "And I don't think that woman believed us when I said you were my husband and you insisted on watching to make sure I got good service."
"I thought you were convincing."
"Standing there topless while that skinny dame measured me, probably laughing inside at what a hairy cow I am."
"I don't think so. I think she was a lesbian, the way she was staring at your breasts and kept measuring you over and over again," Tommy opined. "I loved the way she said she would have to order the bra special, in that prim and proper English accent when she said - "A 44 inch bust is uncommon and we don't often get calls for women requiring an E cup either' - I was hard as a rock the whole time."
"What else is new? What next honey?"
"The way you're fidgeting there. Got ants in your pants? You want it as bad as I do, don't you Mommy?"
"Come on Tommy," Angela pleaded.
"Admit it or you won't get it," Tommy crowed as he wiggled his stiff pole in her direction.
"Alright alright, I want it," Angela said in exasperation. "What do you expect, making me stand here and watch you stroke that horse cock of yours?"
"Ooh, dirty talk. I like that. Now what I want you to do is take the top of your panties and slowly pull them down," Tommy said, and as his mother gripped the elastic and pulled them off her belly and downward, he kept repeating, "Slowly, slowly."
The only sound was the hissing of Tom's breath as he inhaled and exhaled slowly through his teeth as first the row of black curls appeared, and then the trail widened until the timberline of the spacious jungle of pubic hair came into view, the bush so densely thick that it even obscured her thick labia beneath the bush.
"Beautiful Mom," Tommy almost sobbed as she brought the panties down her chunky thighs and off. "Give them to me Mommy."
The plump woman bent down and picked up her old beige panties and tossed them over to the bed and watched as her son took them and looked them over.
"Lost one," Tommy said as he plucked a curly from the stained crotch of the panties, and the aroma of her mature pussy hit him before the undies got anywhere near his face.
"Plenty more where that came from," Angela told him as her hand went idly down, raking her bush with her fingers as Tommy first sniffed the cotton crotch and then put the damp panel of the underwear right onto his nose and inhaled, much like he had done for years before she knew of his love.
"Omigod," Tommy mumbled as he sniffed the intoxicating aroma of her juices and watched his mother play with her pussy hair, most likely without her even realizing it she was doing it. "They're pungent and dripping wet. Did you squirt already or pee?"
"Geez!" his mother said when she saw Tommy looking at her, pulling her hand away and muttering, "I'm as sick as you are."
"And now without further adieu, for the piece de resistance," Tommy said as he cast the panties aside and watched his mother undo the series of hooks in the front of the lacy red brassiere.
With her plump arms bent and slightly raised, Tommy was afforded the spectacular view of seeing the thick tufts of black hair that filled the spacious caverns under her arms, armpits that had not been shaved since her husband left and stayed that way at her son's insistence.
The bra began to part as more and more cleavage began to be revealed until the last hook came free, and at point her massive breasts lurched down to her belly, the incredibly full breasts sagging as natural ones tend to do, helped downward by their size and age.
"Happy birthday Tommy," Angela sighed as she absorbed her baby's obvious adoration over what she had begun to consider a curse, as her bosom had kept getting larger and larger and making her back ache more and more as time passed, but it was worth it for this.
"Beautiful," Tommy whispered, her eyes devouring his mother's dark pink pebbly areolas that were even larger than drink coasters, and at their centers the plump nipples he had nursed on over 20 years ago.
"Yeah," he whispered as without needing to be asked his mother cupped her hands over the doughy globes, squeezing and kneading the very giving flesh with her nipples popping out even more as she did.
"You going to put your dick between them tonight Tommy?" Angela asked and as he nodded she added "Gonna wrap my breasts around your big thing until you shoot? You know your mother likes that."
"Yes," Tommy said, and as she let go of her breasts and raised her arms he sighed, "Oh yeah!"
Angela ran her hands through her short black scalp to pull it backward and then left her hands behind her head so Tommy could enjoy her unshaven armpits which were bushier than any he had ever seen of either gender.
Smiling at Tommy, she brought her right hand down and ran her fingers through the dense tuft in her left armpit, the thick hair a bit moist to the touch, and as she did that she thought about what he ex-husband would do if she saw her like this.
