Summer break was here and I was going back home to spend the summer with my mother. This was my second year of college and I missed her dearly. I had stayed on campus last summer and still felt guilty about staying away for so long.
I had made the long drive and gotten home just about dinner time. Mom had dinner all ready and waiting for me when I got there. As we ate, we caught each other up on our lives and talked about our plans for the summer. Mom was a school teacher so she was off work all summer. She had already planned out plenty of things for us to do during my stay. My plans mostly centered around going to parties and getting laid and didn't include my mother. I didn't tell her that part though, and just agreed that all her ideas sounded great.
We had finished dinner and cleaned up the dishes and sat at the bar for a while with some wine and talked some more. I asked her about her dating life and if she was currently seeing anyone, to which she replied no, nothing serious. I told her it was pretty much the same for me, just not interested in settling in yet. After some more small talk we decided it was time for bed so mom gave me a hug goodnight and went to her bedroom.
I went to my bedroom which was on the other side of the single story house. I hadn't seen my room since I'd left for college. Mom had left it pretty much the same. She changed the covers on the bed to something more neutral than my old football themed stuff. I realized I'd left my bags in my truck so I left to go get them.
As I walked out the front door, mom's cat, Larry, ran out between my legs into the yard. "Dammit Larry, get back here." I yelled. I grabbed my bags out of the truck and put them down in the foyer, then scrambled back outside to find Larry. As I stepped off the porch I saw him round the corner of the house. When I got to the back corner of the house I couldn't see him anywhere. It was dark and he was a mostly black cat so this was going to be difficult.
I thought I heard something rustling in the bushes so I walked over to it and spread the plants apart to see if he was in there. There was a window above the bushes here and I was glad it was shedding a little bit of light. I didn't see Larry anywhere though. I straightened up and as my gaze swept across the window I noticed the shades weren't drawn all the way down.
Instinctively I looked through the gap and saw my mother's bed, and from this angle I saw her bare legs dangling over the side. Curiosity got the best of me so I kneeled down a little bit to get a better angle. As I lowered myself, more of moms bed came into view. When I was low enough to see everything, I saw that mom was stretched out on her bed wearing nothing but her bra!
I felt a flush of excitement come over me immediately followed by a wave of shame. I lowered my eyes, I can't be looking in there, that's my mother in her privacy. I turned to get up and walk away but something made me turn back and take one more peek. That's when I noticed she had her hand buried between her thick thighs, vigorously rubbing herself.
I mentally berated myself for invading my mother's privacy like this and got up to leave. Right before I turned my head, I saw her spread her legs open and reveal a thick patch of dark hair surrounding her gaping pussy. She had three fingers inside herself furiously rubbing and I saw that everything was glistening with moisture.
I turned and ran from the bushes. When I got around to the other side of the house I saw Larry just sitting there in the yard. I went over to him and picked him up and walked back around the house and went inside.
I gathered my bags and went back to my room to get ready for bed. As I lay there in bed I couldn't get the image of mom out of my head. I kept seeing her as she spread her fat legs open revealing her most imimate parts to me. I saw her fingers burried inside her dark pussy. I had also noticed her large bra covered tits and fat torso quivering with the movement from between her legs.
I felt myself becoming hard at the image of mom in my head. I thought to myself, what the fuck is going on? This can't be turning me on, it's my mother I'm thinking about. I was never attracted to older women before, I like barbie dolls with tight asses and perky tits. Mom was a heavy woman, not obese, but she had a big belly and fat legs. I liked shaved pussies and smooth skin. Mom's pussy was very hairy and her lips looked loose and stretched. I remember seeing the cellulite at the top of her thighs while it jiggled in time with her large belly.
As these images were going through my mind I realized my cock was fully hard and beginning to ache. I don't think it was the images of my nude mom so much as it was the thought of catching her in an intimate act and she has no idea.
I pulled my shorts down to my knees and began stroking myself. I started thinking about Aubrey, a girl in one of my biology classes. She wore tight skirts and always seemed to be sitting across from me. She was a tease and I knew I'd never get a chance to fuck her but she was smoking hot. My mind inadvertently switched back to my mother and an image of me standing in between her chubby legs. Her wide open hairy pussy level with my hips. I saw my hard cock enter her wet gaping pussy.
My cock started spasming and I let my cum fly as I stroked myself thinking of fucking my mom. Hot cum splattered my shirt before I could manage to pull it up out of the way. By then my spasms had weakened and the rest of my cum dribbled out of my cock head and pooled at my fist where it was wrapped around my shaft.
I managed to get out of bed without making too much of a mess and I pulled my ruined shirt over my head and wiped my hand off with it. I tossed it on the floor next to my bags and got a fresh shirt out and lay back down. I drifted off to sleep with images of mother's fat body under mine, quivering as I thrust myself into her.
The next day mom and I went shopping together to buy some odds and ends and some groceries. All day long I kept sneaking peeks at mom, picturing her naked body under her clothes. Mom hid her weight well with clothes on. She chose things that complemented her face to attract from other areas of her body. Her clothes weren't tight so any rolls she had were hidden. Mom has a beautiful face, long dark hair always done up and dark eyes with naturally full eyelashes. As heavy as she was, she didn't have the double chin alot of chubbier people have. She had a nicely shaped face that was very attractive.
Her tits were very large from what I could tell, last night she had had her bra on so I hadn't seen them bare. I caught myself several times staring at them watching how they move when she walks.
We got home about dinner time and mom started cooking after we got everything put away. I told her I was going to go outside and take a little walk and see how things have changed since I'd left.
I walked a few blocks down the sidewalk and seeing that everything was exactly as it had been before I left I made my way back to the house. When I got to mom's house I cut through the yard instead of following the sidewalk. As I walked past the side of the house I turned and walked towards the back corner. I was looking at the bushes beneath mom's bedroom window. The bushes were neatly trimmed, the top coming right to the bottom edge of the window.
I looked and saw that the blinds were the same as last night. The bottom slat was crooked and created a gap on one side where you could look in and see everything. I felt a stir in my pants and wondered if I could sneak another peek tonight. I felt shameful for wanting to spy on my mom but the excitement of watching her without her knowing won me over.
After dinner and drinks we said goodnight and went to our respective sides of the house. I sat on my bed arguing with my conscience whether I should go out to the window again. Part of me wanted to so I could feel that excitement, part of me wanted to see more of her naked body, and part of me didn't want to go at all. The majority won and I got up and quietly walked through the house to the front door.
It was full dark outside and this side of the street didn't have street lights. The yard by her window was completely dark. I crept around the house and along the bushes until I got close to mom's window. There was a soft glow coming from the glass, like television light. I crouched down and crabbed walked over to the window and peered in through the crack in the shade. Mom was lying in bed, covers pulled up to her waist reading a book. Her lights were turned off and the TV was providing the only light in the room.
I noticed she had her night clothes on, the same type that she has always wore. She liked thin silky pajamas. Always a button up top. Tonight she had on plain pale yellow colored pajamas. I saw that the top few buttons were undone and I could see her bare chest, saggy tits hanging off to each side, nipples hidden beneath the material. Her nipples were hidden but I could clearly see that they were aroused, straining against the fabric.