Author's Note: All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
My name is Mark and I am 19 years old. I live with my mother Meg and my father Steve in a small apartment in the city center. We are a happy, loving family.
My father is an older man, much older than my mother. He's a decent man, a man of traditional views. When I was born, he was 40 years old. He was always nice to me and I loved him very much.
My mother is 45 years old. She's a fat women - 5.2' high, with wide hips and large buttocks. Her tits are pretty big. Her legs are short and fat. Her face is pleasant and always smiling. Mom is a good person and a caring mother I've always loved immensely.
I never saw my mother in a sexual way, until the events that will change everything. A couple of months ago I came back from college to the apartment. I unlocked the door with my key and entered. The father was on his business trip, and mother said that day she planned to go to visit a friend. Since the apartment will be empty, I decided to return from the lecture earlier to watch a movie on TV. I entered the bathroom to wash my hands.
When I got out of the bathroom, I heard muffled sounds from the bedroom. I listened more carefully, the sounds were quiet and repeated at regular intervals. They sounded like sighs. I quietly approached the bedroom. The door was slightly opened and I could see my parents double bed. My mother was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and bent in her knees. Her feet were facing the door. However, I did not look at her foot. My eyes were fixed on Mom's crotch! Her lower body was completely naked. She didn't even have a skirt or panties. I watched my mother's bare pussy through the door. Mom pushed a large white vibrator into the pussy!
She was in ecstasy and, probably because of the buzzing vibrator, she didn't hear when I entered the apartment. In a slight rhythm, she pushed and pulled a vibrator from her pussy, sighing loudly at every push. Her pussy was hairy and very wet from excitement. I was watching hypnotized the scene in front of me. Mom started to increase speed of sticking the vibrator. Her sighs became more faster and louder. It was obvious she was approaching an orgasm. After few minutes of fast self-fucking, mom started cramping and twisting. All parts of the body are shaking in ecstasy. She came with long loud cries of pleasure. After half a minute of twitching, her body relaxed and the vibrator fell out of her pussy. The sheet under the pussy was wet with her juices.
Now, when Mom finished her masturbation session, could hear me. I quietly turned and got out of the hallway. I took my shoes and snuggled silently from the apartment, and locked the door quietly. Mom didn't find out she's been watched having her erotic game.
After that day, my life has completely changed. I started watching my mother not only as a mother, but also as a woman. Every time I encountered her in the apartment, I imagined her on a double bed with a vibrator stuck deep into her pussy. My dick would stiffen that I thought it would explode. I started feeling a sexual desire for my own mother!
Since then, I used every opportunity to watch my mother while undressing or dressing. I installed a hidden camera in the bathroom and I regularly recorded her while bathing. On several occasions, she fingered her pussy during shower.
After few months, I had a couple of hours of recorded material from the bathroom.
Soon I have realized I want to have sex with my mother! I was thinking about it for a while and started figuring the plan to make it happen.
I've always been close to my mom. Hugs and kisses were common between us. I decided to use that intimacy. To put my hugs kisses on a new, higher level. I will try to seduce my mother.
I began to touch my mom more often. When I was with her in a room or a hallway, I would hug her and kissed her into the cheek. It went good, every time she would give me a smile. I was careful not to do it when my father was in the room. I soon noticed that she began to return hugs and kisses. Sometimes, if I were sitting on a chair in my room, she would come to me from my back and hugged me. She would kiss me in the hair with a motherly kiss and smiled at me.
Then I started with compliments.
"Is this my wonderful mom?" I would say when I saw her in the kitchen.
"Yes it is, and is this my wonderful son?" she would answer my compliment.
Then I raised the compliments to a higher level.
"You look wonderful today. I have the most beautiful mom in the world." I told while she was in the kitchen.
"You mean, I look fat?" She replied smiling.
"I think you look wonderful. You are the most beautiful women in the world." I whispered into her ear.
She smiled. She didn't answer anything.
In the next days, I gave her more and more compliments. Most of these compliments were not compliments that the son would give to his mother. They were compliments that a man would give to a woman.
She felt something was wrong, that my behavior changed, but she didn't say anything. The compliments certainly did work, and after a few weeks she became more relaxed when I approached her and gave her a compliment. She would welcome me with a smile, expecting what I would say to her next.
Once Mom gets used to my compliments, I decided to take the next step. That step would be to, allegedly accidentally, I show my dick to my mother.
I waited for my father to go from the apartment and prepared for this next step. The plan was to wait for mom to enter the bathroom, not knowing that I was in the shower. When mom is inside I would, pretending not to know she is in the bathroom, get out naked from the shower and 'accidentally' show her my penis.
After half an hour I saw my mom collecting dirty laundry. I knew she would soon go to the bathroom to insert it in the washing machine.
I entered the bathroom silently, so Mom didn't know I'm there. I took my clothes off and entered the shower. Now I'll be waiting for mom. Due to a great excitement, my dick was hard as a rock. I can proudly say I have a pretty big dick. It's 8 inch long, and it is also very fat. When I have an erection, it gets hard like a stone.
A few minutes later, I heard my mom approaching the bathroom. I got wet, so it looked like I've just finished with my shower.
She entered the bathroom with dirty laundry in her hands. Since I closed the water in the shower, no sound came from it. She didn't see that I was in the bathroom and went up to the laundry machine. At that moment I opened the shower cabin door and went out. I was pretending to be looking for a towel. Stiff like a rod, my big dick swung between my legs. I pretended I didn't see mom in the bathroom.
When she saw me, she jerked. Dirty laundry fell out of her hand, and she sighed quietly. Her gaze went down to my stiff dick. She looked at it for a few seconds, like being hypnotized. Then I reached for a towel, and she looked away. The plan was done, my mother saw my dick. And by all judging, he liked it.
"Sorry Son, I didn't know you were in the bathroom." She said embarrassed. She looked down at the floor.
"Everything is fine mom." I told her calmly.
"You scared me." she said.
"Don't be afraid, I'm holing it!" I said with laughter.
She laughed shortly and went out of the bathroom.
I've become braver with my touches since then . When she was alone in the kitchen, I would approach her from behind and I would hug her. I would give her a couple of kisses in the neck and a couple of compliments. I made sure that my dick touched her butt. My dick was always hard, so she certainly felt that touch. She never said anything about those touches.
As the time passed, I was becoming braver in my advances towards my mother. I used every chance to touch and kiss her.
On one occasion, while Mom was nagged above the sink, I entered the kitchen. Her huge ass was facing toward me. I gently slapped her butt with my left hand. For a moment she freeze, and continued to wash the dishes in the sink. I repeated similar slap on her butt the next day when she washed the room floor. And then she paused for a moment and continued with her work.
After that, I started squeezing her ass. Every time I passed near her (of course, when dad wasn't around), I would put my hand on her butt and squeezed gently. She didn't react to this, nor did she warn me not to do it anymore. It has become a daily routine.
After a few days, I tried a little more aggressive approach. Mom was in the kitchen. I came to her back, squeezed her left butt cheek with my left hand and kissed her neck. I kneaded her butt with my left hand, then I put my right hand on her right butt cheek. After a few seconds she moved away and I lost contact with her butt.
"Don't." She said quietly. She looked at the sink all the time, not wanting to look into my eyes.
Two days later I repeated a similar thing while Mom was on the balcony. I approached her from behind and with both hands I grabbed her butt. I kneaded them for a few seconds, after which she moved away again. This time the touch lasted much longer.
One Saturday evening, father, mom and I watched a movie on TV. My father sat on the armchair, and Mom and I sat on the couch. Mom had a long nightgown that went under her knees.
It was night, and it started to be a little cold in the room. Mom began to complain that she was cold, so I went to get the blanket.
"Can we get under the blanket together, mom? I'm cold too." I said.
"Sure, come closer." she said, a bit reluctant. She knew that was just an excuse to be close to touch her.
I've been sitting on her right, in the middle of the couch. I hugged her, so our legs touched. Mom took the blanket and covered us both, so that only our heads were visible.
We watched TV. After 10 minutes I made my first move. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn't react to my touch. I started caressing her thigh. She stirred a little, but she didn't resist.
I became braver. I started to raise her nightgown, slowly, with his hand. When she realized what I was doing, she put her hand on my hand. I paused for a moment, then continued to slowly raise her nightgown. She didn't try to stop me, she just held her hand on mine. I came to the end of the nightgown and my palm touched the skin of her naked thigh.
The skin was very soft and gentle. I caressed her for a few minutes. She didn't do anything to stop me, she just held her hand on mine.
I became braver and I went toward the inside of her thigh. I felt she shook. She became tense, so I knew that I was closer to the border over which he wouldn't let me go. I decided to test where that limit is.
