Hi, I've disabled comments. This is fun, and the shitty comments and trolling are tedious. I hope you enjoy it.
Dad had died; it had all been so quick. I remembered the afternoon that mum had phoned me to break the horrible news. Dad had very aggressive prostate cancer. He hadn't felt well for several months; then, he had gone to his doctor. But, unfortunately, he had left it too long; his doctor sent him to a consultant. The consultant had given him three months, dad lasted one month and eighteen days.
I was there for mum; the initial shock took its toll on her. I was in computer programming; I specialized in gaming. I had set up my company with dad's financial backing. It had been successful. Within a year, I had paid dad back. Dad had been a successful businessperson and had retired when he was sixty-five. He was seventy when he died. Mum was younger; she would be sixty in April, in three months.
When I set up my company three years ago, mum and dad had downsized into a gorgeous apartment. Mum loved it there. Her neighbour was a widowed lady two years older than mum. The two of them got on so well together; this took a lot of pressure off me as I went and stayed at my parent's apartment when dad's cancer was discovered. I live within a ten-minute drive from mum's apartment.
After the funeral, I stayed another month with mum; mum appreciated this. One Sunday evening over dinner, mum said, "Jack, I appreciate the support that you have given me. You have your life to live, and I must make the best of mine. I am so lucky to have Jean as a neighbour; we are going to yoga, keep fit classes, and have joined the Leisure Club at the Spa. We can swim every day. Maybe it's time that you moved back to your apartment. By saying that, I still want to see you, so perhaps you could visit on the weekends, and if we have too much wine, then you can have a bed here. Jean even said that you are such a good looking and successful business person that you should date some lovely young lady."
I felt that I'd been there for mum when she needed me. Jean was a character. She was so similar to mum; they were both tall, good looking and voluptuous. Jean was older than mum, but she dressed younger. I felt she was flirting with me several times, but I was always very correct with her. During that week, I went back to my apartment. I missed mum's cooking, but she had taught me enough that I could cook a meal myself.
In the next month, I visited mum every Saturday; there was only one night that I had too much to drink and stayed over. In that month, mum changed for the better. Mum looked good. She had changed her clothing and appearance. She had bought an iPhone and had asked me if I could set it up for her. I was going to set up her new phone after she phoned me and invited me for dinner.
I arrived and set everything up for her; she now had an email address, the first in her life. I showed her all the essential functions of the phone, then mum said, "Jack, thank you so much for doing this for me. Jean has started on Chatter, and she enjoys it. Is it possible that you could set an account for me on Chatter?"
It shocked me when mum said this; I then told her I would set up a Gmail account and not use her apple account. She shouldn't divulge any personal information. I then asked her what interests she would put on her profile. This was all new for mum. Then said, "I've Jean's profile name. Maybe you should look at that as I would like the same as she has got."
As soon as I saw Jean's profile, I knew why she was on Chatter. Her profile picture was her face and chest; she was wearing sunglasses which covered a lot of her face, facially I didn't recognize her. But she was wearing a low cut top showing a cock stiffening amount of tits. Her profile name was 'Merry Widow', her profile read, I'm recently widowed, and now I'm on Chatter. I take an interest in politics. I love an excellent wine. As a young person, I keep myself fit. No DM until I get to know you."
To say it shocked me was putting it mildly; I thought for a minute, then said, "Mum, have you thought of a profile picture?"
"Should I have something like Jean?"
"Mum, I think you should be a little more reserved in that. Okay, once you get chatting with someone and want them to see that picture, you can send it. Mum, there's a lot of weirdos out there. You look fantastic from the back. Put on your tight leggings and a tight-fitting top. Your hair is gorgeous from the back. Let me take some pictures from the back, and then you'll have a subtle profile picture that shows your gorgeous curves. Mum, do that now so I can start working on your profile, and you can start on my supper, as I'm getting hungry now."
Mum came back five minutes later; she looked gorgeous from the front. Her Camel's Toe was so pronounced; it looked so inviting. I took a couple of pictures of her front on my smartphone and five of her from the back. There was something very sexy about mum from the back.
Mum loved the picture; we agreed on the same picture, then I uploaded it. I then asked mum what name she would use?
"I was thinking about 'Lonely Widow' and having similar words to Jean's."
I then told mum that she must be careful, but I would do the same for her. Mum's name is Jill; I told her never to give her name out or her phone number. Thirty minutes later, her profile was operational. My company's Chatter account was her first follower. Mum was over the moon. I set up a Lonely Widow email account, and she was happy about that too.
I had a meeting early the following morning; I left after supper. Mum gave me a big hug as I left; the weight of her massive tits on my chest felt terrific. I also told her I would take them if she ever needed private pictures. I was home just before nine. By nine-fifteen, I had Big Boy Chatter account set up. My profile picture was a shot of my front from the shoulders down to my boxer shorts. I had a massive hard-on. The bulge in my boxers looked impressive. My profile said that I was a student looking for a mature woman to mother me. I added I was very affectionate. My first two messages were to Merry Widow and Lonely Widow. The messages were similar but different in case they showed each other their messages.
I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in the lounge. Ten minutes later, I had a message from Jean. It read, "Hi big boy, I love your profile. I was so happy to read your message. Are you looking for a mum/son role play arrangement? I could be interested in that. I'm an honest woman; I'm sixty-two years of age. I am widowed for just over two years. I have dated no one yet, but I get very horny and give myself relief. Your body is very firm. How old are you? When I saw the bulge in your boxers, my pussy got so wet. I am looking forward to hearing from you. Lots of hugs and kisses from Merry Widow, or would you like to call me mum now?"
My reply was, "Hi mum, that sounds great; I'm studying law and in my final year at university. I'm twenty-two years old. My height is 6 foot 4 inches. I am so glad that you like my cock. He's long and thick. If you like your pussy stretched, then you will love him. May I ask when you were last fucked? I look forward to hearing from you, mum. Long passionate kisses wherever you want, your big boy."
As I sent Jean her message, I had a message from mum; I was so surprised when I read it. Jean was horny, mum was hornier.
"Hi big boy, you look gorgeous. Your cock looks very inviting, and I love a firm body. I am a widow for three months now. I was a neglected wife. My husband was ten years older than me. I have a son of twenty-two. Can I ask how old you are? On my next birthday, I'll be sixty. But I'm still very active sexually. I have a wonderful selection of vibrators and dildos. I give myself relief twice a day, every day. My husband couldn't get it up, so I had to do peep shows for him. I would play with my cunt and tits. He would wank his soft cock as I used my toys on myself. He loved it when I had a dildo up my tight ass and another fucking my dripping cunt. When he was ready, I always knew he was still soft but still could cum. He didn't spurt, it just ran out, and I would suck him off. I can give very good oral. Do you like your cock sucked? I would make you very hard. Then you can give me a good fucking. Please tell me what you enjoy. I'm very open-minded. You can call me mum. I would love that as I fantasize about my son fucking me. He had supper with me this evening. I was so wet when he left I had to give my clit a good workout. I am also bisexual. I have a girlfriend. She's a widow like me, but we ended up in bed one night. The sex is good, but I need a cock. Write to mummy soon. She wants to hear from you. Love mum xxx."
When I finished reading mum's letter, I wanted to fuck mum; reading what she had written had given me a hard-on. I had never even thought about having sex with Mum. that would be taboo, but now I was more than interested.
I replied, "Mum, it makes me so happy to hear from you. We can do a mum and son role-play. I love it when you talk dirty to me. I am twenty-two too, the same as your son. Maybe your son is fantasising about you. You should send him out some signals and see if he responds. I love giving oral too. Do you like your clit sucked? I would suck it and give you a good finger fucking as I sucked. Would you like to cum in your baby's mouth? I would love to swallow your cum, but we would cum kiss first. Then, we could 69 together in foreplay. I would make you cum before I fuck you. What is your favourite position? When were you last fucked with a cock? Have you any tits and pussy pictures? I would love to see them. We are writing and I am so happy. I feel that I have found what I'm looking for. I am at university early tomorrow morning, so I need to go to bed soon. I look forward to hearing from you. Kisses everywhere, your big boy xxx."
Jean replied, "Looking at your cock and reading the naughty things you write is making my cunt wet. The last time I had a cock was with my husband eight years ago. I am bisexual; I have a girlfriend. She's a widow like me, but she's hot. We have a strap on, but both of us prefer cock. We have sex two or three times a week. I love my pussy stretched; Will you fuck me hard? I feel comfortable writing to you. Would you like some naughty pictures of me? I can be a very dirty mum in bed. I had no children. That's my life's biggest regret, but I want to have fun in my old age. I'm at the dentist tomorrow morning at eight, and he's an hour's drive away, so I'd better get to bed now. Write, and I'll respond in the morning. Love mum."
Mum replied, "You arouse me. I like that. I have thought often about sending out a signal to my son, but I'm scared to. He's all I've got. When I've problems, he's always there to support me. My son set up my Chatter account. He told me to be careful with sending out pictures. He even told me that if I met someone I wanted to send private pictures to, he would take the pictures as he didn't want anyone to see my face. I don't want to take selfies. I have beautiful big tits and a very sexy, hungry cunt. Would you like to meet me? Then the fun would begin. I would love my clit sucked. My husband wasn't into giving oral. I have cum in my girlfriend's mouth, and I've cum in hers. I am a cum slut. Since tonight, I have been on Chatter. My son tweeted me, and you have chatted with me. I want my son to take the pictures, but maybe it's a little early. Tell mummy what you think I should do? I'm thinking of you. Kisses, mummy."
I read mum's tweet twice, then I replied, "Mummy, I think your son cares a lot about you. I think he wants to protect your identity. The last thing that he wants is his mum's tits and cunt pictures flying around the Internet. Tell him you're writing with someone and you're getting on well with them. Tell him you would like to send him some erotic pictures, but you don't want your face shown. You could wear a masquerade mask. If we become lovers, your son will have to accept that and welcome me into his life. Talk to your son and ask him to take the pictures. That will tell your son that you love him. I am going to bed now, and I'll dream about you. Lots of kisses, your big boy."
Five minutes later, my phone rang. It was mum, "Hi Jack, I hope I haven't woken you. I have been writing to a guy younger than me, but we get on well together. I am sure that we'll be sexually compatible and that's very important to me. So I want to send him some erotic pictures of my body. I will wear a masquerade mask. Would you take some pictures for me?"
"Mum, of course, I will take the pictures, but don't you think that it's a bit early for this?"
"You may be right. I feel so frustrated; I'm not getting any younger. The guy ticks all the boxes for me. I would like you to take some pictures then I will feed them to him over a period. It won't give them to him all at once. He's the same age as you. He's studying law. When can you take the pictures?"
Many things were going through my head; I thought if I took the pictures, then I'd get mum so aroused. I would get her to kiss and touch, then I was sure I could have her.
