Hi, I have been reading stories on Literotica for a while now, I have decided to take the plunge and write a story, I have called it "My Dignified Busty Mum" I'm very nervous about this. I believe I could write several chapters but will now submit this story and hope the powers that be will publish it.
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Foreword.
This is the story of a tall, distinguished, respectable, voluptuous divorced woman who in her married life was used, abused and betrayed by her husband, she had three children with him, she only has contact with her eighteen-year-old son who lives with her and has done so since her divorce three years ago, she has three grandchildren but was only at the Christening of one of them; she has no contact with her other two children who now are employed in their father's business.
Tom, her son, loves his mum dearly, mum changed when Tom was thirteen, his mum's sister died of a heart disease, this had an enormous effect on mum, they were the closest of friends. Mum and Aunt Ella were two sisters, their father was a successful investor involved in property development and management. Mum and Ella were both accountants, though mum got pregnant when she was seventeen, she married dad who was much older and also a wealthy business owner.
I was the youngest son, mum had me when she was twenty-one, after she had me, she qualified as an accountant, then joined Ella in the running of granddad's business, he had died when I was six. I was young and trying to understand what had made mum change, we would hug and kiss each other's cheeks, it all stopped when Aunt Ella died.
I knew things were not good with mum and dad, there were never-ending arguments, when I was sixteen, mum was in tears one day and said, "Tom my darling, I'm sorry to tell you this and hope it doesn't upset your schooling, your father has betrayed me, he has now received the divorce papers, my marriage is over, I am now going to move into Aunt Ella's old house, thank goodness I didn't sell it, will you come with me?"
I took mum in my arms, I pulled her close to me as I tried to figure out what was happening and how it could affect our lives, I said, "I'm coming with you mum, I don't want to be with my father, if he's betrayed you then he's betrayed me, I'm with you one hundred percent."
I loved Aunt Ella's house; it was one hundred yards from the Golf Club, granddad had introduced me to golf at four years of age, two years later, mum and Aunt Ella took me golfing with them after granddad died, I was a good golfer; I won the under eighteen tournament at twelve, mum and Aunt Ella were so proud of me, I was at the Golf Club every day.
At twelve I trained and got a Certificate enabling me to teach young golfers, I was so good at that, there was a Pro at the club, he wasn't the best, even at twelve, I was a better golfer than him though he had more experience. The Club paid me money to train the youth members, their golf improved and at fifteen, I played in the over eighteen Club Championship and won it, I no longer played in the Youth tournaments and this encouraged the ones I was training.
The team I played with was all over eighteen. I played in National tournaments and won; I was no longer a good golfer; I was a great golfer. Mum supported me so much, driving me to golf tournaments, helping with my schoolwork, but since the divorce mum appeared to me, she was fighting something within herself; she had this prim and proper attitude which I found not so nice, I'd had a couple of girlfriends when I got to sixteen, mum and I were now living in Aunt Ella's house, mum wasn't keen about me bringing girls back to the house.
I was doing well at school; I was winning every golf tournament I played in, life was good, in a weeks' time I was eighteen, I had coached a lot of the members kids privately, this was lucrative, with all my golf training and coaching I was earning lots of money, I'd passed my driving test and mum was going to buy me a car, I told her about my money but she told me she wanted to buy it for me.
I didn't have a party on my eighteenth birthday but mum took me for a meal at the golf club to celebrate, mum looked so beautiful as we walked to the Golf Club, she said, "Tom, I can't remember the last time I was out for a meal, I think it was when Aunt Ella took you and I to that French restaurant for your twelfth birthday, I'm looking forward to my meal tonight."
In the Golf Club, you could try different wines by the glass, I told mum, since I'm now eighteen, I'd like to try different wines as I didn't like beer, mum thought it was a good idea and we both had four different wines with our meal, I don't know about mum but I was feeling happy, I looked at mum and said, "This has been a lovely night, you look gorgeous mum, have you ever thought of dating another man?"
Mum's happy face turned to a sad face, she said, "Tom, it will be a long time before I would even think of doing that, I'm enjoying being with you tonight, I've a little birthday present I'd like to give you, I got a good watch for my eighteenth birthday and I've bought you one, I'm also looking out for a car for you."
Mum went into her bag and brought out a beautifully wrapped box which she handed to me, I got the shock of my life when I discovered the Rolex Submariner watch in the box; I put it on; it looked so classy, mum now had a radiant face, I thanked her half a dozen times, then we went home.
The wine had relaxed mum, when we got home, we had another glass of wine, we were sitting together on the sofa, I then asked mum the question I had waited two years to ask, I said, "Mum, why did you divorce dad?"
Mum looked at me and said, "He betrayed me, one day I'll tell you, but not tonight, I've enjoyed tonight so much, we'll do this again."
I took the wine glasses into the kitchen then went up the stairs, we stood outside mum's bedroom, I took mum in my arms and said, "Thank you so much for that gorgeous watch, I'll treasure it for the rest of my life."
What happened next was so spontaneous and natural, maybe because of the wine, we kissed on the lips; I slid my tongue deep inside mum's mouth; we kissed for a couple of minutes, I was squeezing her massive breast so firmly, it felt so good, her nipple was rock hard as we broke off, I whispered, "I love your big breasts mum."
As I walked to my bedroom, mum said, "Is breakfast at eight good for you?"
I said yes, but I wanted to go back and have another kiss, I went to bed so happy, happy because mum had allowed me to feel her breast, it had felt so good.
On Sunday night, Friday's kiss and feel had never been mentioned which surprised me, we were watching a thriller on Netflix, mum was sitting on the couch, I was lying on the couch with my head nestling on mum's lap, we both had been drinking wine, I said, "Mum, did dad betray you with another woman?"