Not sure it was the culprit, but sometime around early 2020, coinciding with the arrival of COVID-19, I started to develop a strange and exotic new fetish: an attraction to the idea of chicks with dicks (or Futanari). It was a bit weird, seeing as how I've gone over 60 years with the very idea making me cringe, but... things don't stay the same; people change, people evolve, right?
Anyway, this story does NOT have Futanari in it. What it does have is mother-son incest, with the mom being very muscular; it was written about 4 years ago (and published elsewhere) and was later the basis for my Of Mothers and Mushrooms story, which was my first Futa tale.
So, things change - but maybe not as much as we think?
Anyway: all characters are at least 18 years old. None smoke cigarettes, abuse animals, burn books or vote for seditious traitors.
CHAPTER ONE
In which Neal has a rude shock. And then a pleasant surprise.
So, about my mom. She was a very beautiful woman, and at 6'1" she was also pretty tall (she played hoops in college), and had large, amazing tits (which she says destroyed her hoops career... yeah, right. Whatever. Actually, they were ginormous - she must have been quite the sight, running up and down the court...).
The reason I'm bringing it up? Well...
I'll be going to Duke in the fall, and I needed some papers from my dad's fraternity days, so I was rummaging through stuff in the garage when I came upon this small picture album. It had pictures of my parents from their early days; it pissed me off, seeing my dad with her, what with the way he would later treat her, but I couldn't put it down. It was a revelation - even dressed in baggy, mid-90's grunge-chic, looking like she hadn't washed her hair in ages, my mom was just ridiculously hot.
And then I came upon this one particular pic...
It was just my mom, standing on a beach, with the ocean behind her, striking a Sheena-The-Jungle-Girl pose - legs akimbo, hands on her hips, smiling at the camera. She was wearing a yellow, teeny-tiny bikini - way too small for her figure, which was just voluptuous. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her tiny bra, the nipples clearly visible through the Lycra. She was beautifully tanned, her blonde hair flowing in the wind, her smile dazzling... man, I get hard now, just thinking about it...
I definitely got hard at the moment, too. And, later, in my room, I jerked off, holding that picture, eating the stunning image of my mom with my eyes. Yeah, something clicked, a taboo was blown up and thrown out of the window: I jerked off, thinking about my mom.
My mom...
When I was a kid she was full of life, always laughing or smiling - which changed as I grew up; I think it was things not working out with my dad, who could be quite a prick (thinking about it now, I believe he had a bit of an inferiority complex about his 5'7". I wasn't much taller, and I was always worried that I'll grow up to be like him...). I watched my mom growing more quiet, smiling a lot less, and generally looking kinda depressed. She quit her job when I was 11 - my dad was doing very well, and I think he convinced her she could start having fun instead of working at the hospital. It didn't do her any good - she stopped taking care of herself, put on a lot of weight, spent most of her time on the sofa watching TV. So, not good. And when I was 14, my father left home; they got a divorce soon after, and he moved to California with his 24-year-old secretary.
I loved my mom; when my dad asked me if I wanted to move in with him I didn't think twice before saying No. I would have loved to leave fucking Tar Hill State and move to the golden state, but I didn't want to leave my mom. Even as a super-angsty, self-absorbed teenager I could tell that she was in a bad way.
The first few months after the divorce were pretty bleak - more of the same, her sitting on the sofa all day, watching Ellen and eating Pringles, barely talking to me when I was home. But then, something happened. Something changed. The snacks disappeared from the cupboard, ordering pizza became a once a-month thing, she was putting work into making dinner, making it - oh, the horror! - healthy. She started going out on long walks, and pretty soon she was jogging. About two and a half years ago she joined a gym, saying she wanted to get some weight training into her weekly routine - but pretty soon she started going twice a week, then 3 times - and then 6 days a week... it all had an amazing effect on her; as she was starting to get more fit, her mood was also changing.
She was smiling again - a lot - and she even started to get back in touch with her friends in town, most of whom had all but given up on her. I heard her talking with men on the phone, flirting, though - far as I knew - she wasn't seeing anyone. Maybe she needed more time? Not that I was complaining. We were spending more time together, watching TV, talking, even going to the movies together from time to time. She talked about going back to work, but it seemed like her daily sessions at the gym were now filling her days. She was only getting more intense about it, and it was starting to show. she was getting bigger - like, bodybuilder-bigger! - and I was noticing it more and more, thinking about her body - like, a lot...
Other people were noticing, too. It was my senior year, graduation just around the corner, and we were laying around one day after school, arguing about which college has the hottest girls. Out of the blue - which was the way things usually started where he was concerned - my buddy Adam started talking about my mom.
"Forget those girls - have you seen Dean's mom? Man, she's, like, crazy hot! I get hard just thinking about her..."
Jeff said she was "too buff", but the other guys hissed him quite. It seemed like, even though they haven't seen her since last summer, my mother was still on all their minds... I was getting quite upset. Adam Had told me before how hot he thought my mom was, but that was between the two of us, not with all those morons present...
"Whatthe hell, guys? That's my mom you're talking about!"
Adam laughed. "Oh, yeah - mom I'd like to fuck!"
The guys sniggered. I got up, now quite angry. "How would you like it if I talked like that about your mother?!"
Someone said: "Yeah, good luck jacking off thinking about his mom!" and everybody laughed, thinking about Adam's maternal, slightly overweight, cheerful mom. Adam was shouting after me as I left: "Come on, dude, you know it's true!" but I was too upset to answer.
I was very self-conscious when I got home that evening. As luck would have it, it was one of the first really hot days of spring, and my mom was wearing a tank top that showed off her shoulders and arms, which I couldn't help but notice were much larger than last summer, with tiny veins all over her arms, and a thick large vein running down her very beefy biceps. Her breasts, which have always been very large, seemed a bit smaller, but were still large and proud, with her nipples pushing against the thin fabric. I had to actually stop myself from staring at them all through dinner...
After dinner we sat down in the living room to watch Jeopardy, something that has become a daily ritual over the last 3 years. I didn't talk much, as I was still thinking about that incident at school. I was angry at Adam - he was my friend, he shouldn't have been talking like that! - but I was slowly realizing that my reaction was in part because I agreed with him...
Mom noticed my mood. "What's up, kiddo? You seem rather pensive today."jk
