My name is Jake and I am a mother fucker. I fuck my mother. Any time she wants and that is a lot. It started because she was divorced (Dad was a real asshole and she finally kicked him out, or rather the cops did after his last drunken brawl) and I have always loved Mom with all of my heart. Since I was only eight when dad left, Mom had to raise me on her own. I became sexually aware and started jacking off as a teenage boy will do but I was still a virgin long after high school. Let me explain, I was always a nerd and although I lusted for girls, none of them were interested in me. After graduation I went to the local community college and studied computer sciences, of course I stilled lived at home.
My Mom is Denise, but her friends and relatives call her Deni. I am 21 now and Mom is 37. Yeah she got knocked up young. She lost a chance at youthful fun and sacrificed to take care of me. Mom is brilliant, I mean really fucking brilliant. She works as a scheduler in the Network Operations room for a major energy company and everyone loves her. And she is lonely. Very lonely. Mom doesn't date much anymore because "all men are either jerks, assholes, or worthless..." She even had a fling once with another woman but that ended badly when the other woman suggested Mom would be happier if she lost some weight. What the fuck? How do you come off saying something like that to a woman after your first night of sexual exploration?
Yes Mom is plump, but I like plump. Mom is not fat. Plus-sized? Hell that just means right-sized to me. Mom is 5'9" and weighs somewhere around 200 pounds, but most of that is in her huge tits (36F, yes I checked her bra label, all boys do) and her full round ass. Her legs are full and shapely and she has just a bit of a tummy on her nice thick waist. She is a beautiful and as near perfect as I could imagine.
Anyway, one day I went shopping after class and picked up some new headphones for my computer and when I walked in from the garage, I found Mom sitting on the sofa, wrapped in her threadbare terrycloth robe and sucking on a bottle of mango rum. She was very drunk and had been crying. I tried to take the bottle away but she wouldn't let go so I sat and we talked. That was when she told me about the other woman calling her fat.
"So are you going to kill that bottle and cry or are you going to tell me what happened?"
"Go away Jake. Leave me alone."
"Nope, not gonna happen. Talk to me Mom."
"I can't Jake!"
"Yeah, yeah you can. We've always talked about everything."
"Not about this. I can't talk about this..."
"Are you dying?"
"No!'
"Did you get fired?"
"No..."
"Then it can't be too bad. Whatever it is, we can handle it."
"You can't help me Jake, not with this..."
I watched as she started sobbing and putting my arm around her I coaxed her over to lean on me. Her head rested on my shoulder and as I glanced down I was startled to see that her robe was not tied and had shifted mostly open in the process. One of her beautiful tits was bare and I couldn't look away. As I said Mom had struggled to raise me alone and I recalled nursing quite late into childhood, just vague but happy recollections. Mom had never been naked before me but I had glimpsed her in her bra and panties or sleepwear and I knew she was big busted but now I was gazing at her breast and all I could think of was how badly I wanted to nurse again. Her tit was full and round but bottom heavy and her nipple was enormous. It was as big as a mini-marshmallow and oh so red! That nipple sat in the center of a pale pink areola that had to be three inches across, funnily it seemed a bit oblong and not as perfectly round as the topless models I had jacked off to.
"It started with a guy at work making one too many insinuations about his sex life and I realized that my sex life is in my nightstand and requires batteries." This revelation startled me but I said nothing and continued to watch her tit. It moved as she raised the bottle for another drink, and still she didn't notice.