Let me first start with the remark that English is not my native language. So I apologize for any mistakes (and hope it doesn't ruin the story)...
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My name is Ron.
I was 18 years old and the youngest of three children. My two oldest brothers were 8 and 10 years older than me and already left home a long time ago. So that left only me and my parents.
My brothers and I didn't have a lot in common apart from the fact that we shared parents... I envied them for having their own life, their girlfriends and a proper job.
For me school was a drag and I hated it. Wanted to leave home, find a job and be on my own. But still needed to have my college diploma first. It frustrated the hell out of me. It made me feel insecure and unhappy.
My love-life wasn't impressive too (actually non-existing). I had a hard time finding the right girl who also liked me so I could have a nice relationship. It is obvious that I was still a virgin, but horny as hell. I fell in love with many girls the last couple of years, but they all rejected me with a grin that said it all... loser...
I was a sexual healthy guy. Jerked off a lot and had tons of magazines (which my mom hated so much) and a lot of hot fantasies about all sorts of girls and women. My cock had a normal size, but was nice thick.
When I got a bit older I noticed that my fantasies changed more and more to mature women in their fifties with plus size bodies. And not particularly the women most men would fantasize about...
But my biggest fetish was soft knitwear...sweaters, cardigan's, angora, mohair, wool, soft cotton, cashmere, you name it.
This made me so hot. The touch of soft wool on my body, my cock and my (extremely sensitive) nipples would sent me to heaven and made me cum so good...
My parents were married already quite some years. At start they were over the moon, especially when the three sons were born.
The last couple of years, it became a loveless but also stressful marriage. My father was a (bad) businessman and all these years my mom had to make ends meet and make sure the bills were paid on time and we would have clothes and food on the table. In the meantime, my father made sure he was away us much as he could.
My mom is a no-nonsense, down-to-earth woman. Completely dislike porn. Doesn't take any bullshit from no one. Always shares her honest opinion, whether you liked it or not.
She was a total knockout when she was in her twenties and thirties. Gorgeous body, beautiful face. I always wonder how my dad managed to conquer her. He looked like a dork.
But during the years my mom gained weight, became gray and disappointed in life.
She was now a full figured, plus size, 54 year old woman. She had large natural breasts, a nice full ass and floppy belly. But her face was still smooth and soft. Just how I preffered mature women. But she was my mom and I knew that there my sexual thoughts should stop. It was just not a option.
My mom had some nice wool cardigans and cheap soft cotton sweaters which formed nice around her full boobs. When my parents were out of the house during weekends, I snooped through her closet to find her sweaters to feel them on my body and jerk off...There the first sexual fantasies about my mom started. These fantasies were so hot...
One day I found a box with her old cashmere twinsets and sweaters from when she was younger. So unbelievable soft. And the idea my mom once wore these made me cum all over her soft wool...over and over again...
When my mom sometimes hugged me I always tried to stroke her knitwear as much as possible and tried to feel her boobs against my skinny body without being too obvious. And always made sure she could not feel my erection.
So far the introduction...
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It was October, temperature was dropping already. It was the period of the first sweaters and cardigans showing in the streets and in my classes.
My mood was dropping too. I hated college and didn't want to go. Sometimes I just didn't go and stayed in bed. My mom had to go to work so never noticed.
It all changed when she had a day off. She noticed that my car still was there and wondered why I still was at home.
I was laying in bed when mom came to my room and sat beside me. My back was towards her so I couldn't see her.
"What's going on?" she asked with a concerned tone in her voice. "I just hate my life, I hate college, I feel like crap!" I replied.
I felt miserable and sorry for myself.
"Come on! Life isn't that bad! Pick yourself up, take a shower and go! No nonsense!" she said. As usual, my mom was honest about how she felt...
"I feel so unhappy." I sobbed...
Suddenly I felt her hand on my naked skin ( I only slept in my underwear) as she caressed my back. That sent shivers down my spine and made my already semi-hard cock even harder.
"Please pick yourself up and go to college. Please don't throw it all away." she replied softly while stroking my back and arm. I decided to turn around to look her in the eye. I was stunned with what I saw. I looked at my mom, wrapped in a gorgeous, thick, warm, wooly, super soft, mohair and alpaca cardigan. It looked so damn good on her. Her boobs were clearly visible under the cardigan. She looked so sweet and attractive to me. Her eyes had a soft and loving glance.
I was still on my back, but my cock immediately jumped up to full size and my eyes were all over her. She must have seen my reaction, but was able to hide it very well from me.
I had only one thing on my mind...how can I get to feel her cardigan and body against my naked skin without her noticing I was soo hot on her. I wanted to feel her softness, her big boobs, her body. But I knew that my mom would strangle me if she would notice my arousel.
In the meantime, she kept on stroking and comforting me. My cock got harder and harder under the covers, my nipples screamed to be touched, my mind wanted her so bad.
