My name is Jason, I ran away from home when I was 14 years old, all 5'4" of me. I am now 19 years old, 6'3" tall, weigh 210lbs, with a street hardened body. I am destitute and have been living on the streets ever since.
How did it start and how did I get to this stage...read on.
I ran away from home because of my dads drinking and his constant arguments, that was 5 years ago. I have lived on the streets for most of this time, sometimes working, sometimes not. I now had to make a choice, straighten up my life or keep struggling to survive.
It was a hard choice but I decided to go home and see how things were with mum and dad, what happened would totally my life.
It was Friday evening around 7pm and I had hitched a ride back to the old neighbourhood. I walked up my street and found my house, the lights were on, I knocked on the door and hoped like hell that the greeting would go well. The door opened and my mother stood there, 5' 1" tall, long red hair, small freckles on her milky white skin, weighing around 120lbs, her figure looked great as she stood there in a pair of black lycra shorts, hugging her figure and a tight blue t-shirt covering her voluptuous breast, she looked great.
"Yes?" she asked quizzically.
"Its me Jason!" I blubbered.
She looked and then screamed with joy as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me and hugged me, tears rolling down her checks as she repeated "Jason of my darling Jason."
Eventually we entered the house and mum made me a coffee. "So where is dad?" I asked.
"Jason your father died 3 years ago in a car accident," mum said.
"What happened?" I inquired,
"I threw him out just after you left because of his abusive behaviour and it was around a year later, after a drinking binge, which was very common, he and his girlfriend drove their car off the road."
"Are you OK with that?" I again asked.
"Yes my darling, yes I am." Mum said.
We talked late into the night, holding hands and occasionally kissing and hugging each other. I just kept looking at mum and how beautiful she was, she noticed me staring at her breasts and looked into my eyes and asked "You like what you see son?"
"Oh mum you are simply gorgeous," I replied while my face went red with embarrassment.
"You look pretty great too," she retorted looking down at the growing bulge in my pants.
I was now electrically charged, my head buzzing with excitement, my cock straining in my jocks, my mouth dry and sticky, I knew that something special was about to happen. Mum looking into my eyes, smiling, not like a mother but more like a woman on heat. My mind now racing, was she really coming onto me? Should I reach out and grab those gorgeous breasts? I began to lean forward to kiss her, trying to lick my lips to moisten them, when just like that, she stood up and walked from the room saying, "I'm going to take a shower."
Did I read it wrong, sitting alone and confused? I eventually decided that at least I should go and take a peek at my mother in the shower. This is wrong, this is so wrong; my lust was driving me to perve on my own mother, my mother, a true beauty. My mind racing with positive thoughts followed by negative ones.
I crept up to the bathroom door which was ajar a little, I felt the sweat forming on my brow, leaning forward, my eye pressing against the door crack, I saw her, naked under the spray of the shower, water spraying over her ponderous breasts, nipples hard and protruding, her freckles shimmering like gold dust on her milky skin.
I continued my visual exploration of this sex goddess I called Mum, slowly drawing my eyes away from her magnificent breasts and letting them crawl down her tummy which was almost flat, just a tinny little bulge at the bottom, this highlighted her maturity and sexuality, proving her to be a real woman, not a cosmetic bimbo. Her pubic patch came into view, trimmed red hair just covering her protruding vagina, like half a peach waiting to be eaten.