Author's note: All characters are above 18 years of age.
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I have never been a particularly impulsive person. Granted, I get horny as much as the next guy, but I've always been able to quell irrational thoughts borne out of lust for a woman. I have always been able to exercise self-control.
But there have been a few times in my life when not even the most rational parts of my brain have been able to resist the primal urges which from time to time thrust themselves upon me. There have been a few times when I've risked my most cherished relationships because I've allowed my dick to lead me into waters unknown (no pun intended). What you are about to read is an account of one of the few times I've unleashed the primal ape inside of me, and the consequences of doing so.
At the time, I was 22 and my mother was 40. It might disappoint you to learn that she did not have a small waist, nor did she have toned legs, nor did she have an athletic butt. This did not disappoint me, however. As I observed my mother tanning next to the pool through my bedroom window, my cock grew swollen staring at her fat Double D tits, her plump thighs, and her giant, succulent ass.
Now my mother wasn't one of those women who have just given up on life, and have allowed their bodies to grow into an amorphous blob. She just wasn't a woman who went to the gym on a routine basis. She was (and is) a woman who is a bit bigger than "curvy," but is still incredibly sexy. She has a youthful face and nice skin, has some cellulite on her giant ass (which was just eating up her flimsy shorts), and has monstrous tits which fight to escape her bra.
On this particular day, she was wearing short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank top. My mother is not a prude, and is not afraid to show off her assets. In fact, she often wears a combination of high heels and tight skirts that I'm sure she knows make guys around her as hard as a fucking rock. However, our pool is well within sight of the homes of our neighbors, so she makes an effort not to wear a one piece or any other garments that would allow her huge titties and ass to put on a show for the neighbors. We have a small fence enclosing our home, but it does little to stop wandering eyes from landing on my mom.
Still, she is a master at making dicks stand up and precum ooze out of tips. When she's in the pool, she gets a kick out of doing flips that make a joke of her short shorts. Her incredibly sexy feet, thighs, and ass are on full display, but it's a tease. In a couple of seconds, she will re-submerge into the water, leaving you ever more anxious to see that fat ass float back to the surface. If you're patient enough, she will eventually emerge from the water, and begin her tanning session. She knows just how to arch her back, how to scrunch her toes, and how to arrange her arms (so that they squeeze together her huge titties), to leave you wanting to smack your balls against her ass crack while you suck on her tits.
I'm sure my married neighbors have sent their wives off to run errands while my mom is in the pool, so they can beat their dicks furiously to my mom's pool show. It is almost as if she knows she has an audience, and does her best to make all the men watching her explode. Little did my mom know that her charms were working their magic on me. I was perhaps her most loyal spectator! I had busted countless times watching her tits sway in the water. I had dreamed time and time again of her ass draining my swollen balls. I even got off on the fact that random men were probably squeezing their cocks while watching my mom lay like a goddess in the sunlight.
But one day the pool shows stopped being enough. I became desperate and wanted nothing more than to plow my own mother. At the very least I wanted to see her tits. Not masked by her bra that was a couple sizes too small but in their full glory. So I began plotting ways to bury my dick deep inside her ass. Now my mother (as I've said) has never been prudish, but she is not so open-minded that she would simply show her tits to a begging son. So my approach had to be sophisticated, allowing me to gradually take from her the sexual gratification I wanted. With a rough sketch of the plan in my head, I walked towards the pool in swimming trunks, feeling in my stomach nothing but fear.
"Hi honey, you coming in?"
I enter the pool. The fear gripping my body begins to subside as I stare at the prize in front of me. She is swimming aimlessly around the pool.
"Water feels nice," I said.
I begin to splash her with water, hoping to bring out in her a playful attitude that will be critical to my plan's success.
