I was dreaming of her. Mom was always in my mind no matter if she was close to me or not. I kept dreaming of her as a man would dream a woman. She was all that I had imagined ever to a woman. No she wasnât the perfect woman. She was overweighed and had nothing in common with those thin tall models that most men consider as sexy women. The last 13 years of my life that I understood why men like so much women, I put mom deep in my mind and my heart. She was my secret desire, but I never showed this to her. NeverâŚ.
Leaving away from my parents the last 7 years didnât change much. My sexual life was normal so far. I always chose women that looked like mom. Not too tall, overweighed with big tits and bigger than normal ass. I was never good at this but I can swear that momâs titâs size was around 38DD. I always looked at them when mom wore nothing than a robe being inside the house. But I always kept my eyes low, so she couldnât understand anything for my secret desires. When she was walking away from me I was focusing my eyes on her ass...
I am back at home now. After 7 years away from the house at the age of 25. I will live at my parentsâ s home again. I work in this town again. Living alone would cost a lot of money. I wasnât sure I could stand it and my parents offered me my old room. I found mom the same attractive as I left her. She was sweet and sexy as always. The first time I saw her after a long time I felt a burn to my stomach. I couldnât take my eyes of her. She hugged me and kissed me for welcome. I couldnât move. I wasnât erect as I would wait. I just was paralyzed. After a few moments I managed to focus to these she was telling me. She was so glad that I was back in the house.
Dad wasnât there. He was at work and would return in a couple of hours. We drunk some coffee and discussed. Mom kept talking and I just kept staring her body: her robe made her look incredibly sexy, I was siting to the opposite couch from where she was; her robe was lightly opened from her chubby thighs, I could see only till they were joined and not her underwear. I noticed that she wore a bra that day, but still her tits were amazing. Mom has a white skin; this fact adding to that she is overweighed always made me crazy for her. I always imagined how soft her tits would be. I could almost feel them in my hands as I was dreaming of her. A couple of hours passed like this. Then mom went to prepare diner and I took a shower. Dad came back home and we discussed for hours. Then he went to sleep. I went to my room too...
âŚ.Half hour later I could hear noise from the kitchen: mom was cleaning the place. Probably she was washing the dishes. I opened my door and walked to the hallway. I could hear dad snoring loudly. I walked to the kitchen. Mom heard me walking there and turned around to see who was close to her. It was the most amazing view I ever had: her robe was semi wet from the water and the belt of the robe wasnât tightly tied; this caused a better look of the point where her tits were joined. This view made me crazy! Mom smiled at me and asked me why I was up. I didnât answer. I was only able to look at her body. I tried to smile back. I went next to her. I was fighting with myself. I wanted like crazy to touch her but I hesitated...
â Are you ok George?â, mom asked. I couldnât reply. The only thing I could do was to keep staring at her body.
âGeorge? are you ok honey?â. Her voice was the more stimulating sound in my ears. I was already too hard. It was so hard to stand it.
âCan I do something for you honey?â she asked me. I guess this was that caused something that I wouldnât do ever. I went behind her; my right hand cupped her mouth and my left was around her belly; I pushed my body on hers and I murmured to her:
âMom I cant stop thinking of you. I want you. I want you so much mom. Please forgive me! Please mom! PleaseâŚâ. I kissed her neck and her ear. I was feeling weak but I didnât break my pressure to her. She was standing there and didnât try to avoid me. She made no move. I think that she was in a kind of shock. She just stayed there. She didnât try to say a word. I could feel it with my hand that was on her mouth. I pushed my body closer to her.