David Jones loved big women but as a young man he didn't get much opportunity to indulge his interest. The girls at school were either too skinny or, if they were plump, weren't pretty. His mother was both plump and pretty but she was his Mum and he knew he shouldn't think about her in that way. If only he didn't keep seeing her coming out of the bathroom wearing a flimsy robe or glimpse her dressing through the half-open door of her bedroom.
Alone in his bed he couldn't help but think about her glorious body, his cock becoming rock-hard as he imagined making love to his mother... but that was incest wasn't it? He knew it was wicked but somehow that seemed to add to his excitement and he'd cum violently in his pyjamas. In the morning he would rinse them and bury them at the bottom of the wash-basket.
Little did David know that his mother Susan was also having a difficult time. Thirty-six years old, she'd been divorced from David's father for three years and although her plump, 46DD-30-42 figure and good looks attracted more than her fair share of admirers and occasional lovers, she'd not found anyone she wanted to have a long-term relationship with. In the meantime she'd watched her son growing up.
From being an impetuous and childish youngster he'd become a considerate and thoughtful teenager, mature for his age, who always seemed to put her feelings first. She found herself becoming dependent on him almost in the same way she had with her ex-husband.
She'd discovered the semen stains on his pyjamas despite his attempts to wash them and although she knew how boys loved to masturbate it gave her a strange sensation to think that this was her David's cum. Then she found a pile of magazines while she was tidying his bedroom. With titles like 'Big Girls' and 'Heavy Honeys' the contents were self-explanatory but the fact that they were David's and that they all featured well-built women was oddly exciting.
It was the middle of the afternoon with some time before he got home from school. Going to her bedroom, Susan undressed, got out her dildo and lay down on the bed, opening one of the magazines. The women were all big and some were very pretty but she thought she compared favourably with most of them. She felt a familiar tingling in her pussy and rubbed the head of the big pink dildo up and down her outer lips...
Before she knew it was almost time for David to arrive home from school. Hastily replacing the magazines, she hadn't had time to dress before she heard his voice from the hall so she quickly pulled on a robe and went downstairs to greet him.
"Hi Mum," David said, wondering why his mother was dressed for bed in the afternoon, perhaps she'd been having a nap.
Almost without thinking Susan took him in her arms and kissed him on the mouth. It was a much warmer kiss than she'd ever given him before, even parting her lips before she realised what she was doing. She felt a stiffening in the front of her son's trousers before she pulled away.
"Wow Mum, that was a nice hello," David said, blushing red to the roots of his hair.
"It's just so good to see you," Susan replied, equally flustered but knowing suddenly that she wanted to go further. She didn't know when the idea had first entered her head but she suspected it must have been lurking there for some time. They went into the kitchen and she made him a sandwich, asking him what kind of day he'd had, at the same time imagining seducing her son and then the next moment telling herself how wrong it was. Her imagination was winning.
They spent the evening watching TV, sitting close together on the sofa as they often did. Susan's mind was in a turmoil. Should she? Shouldn't she? Of course she shouldn't but she wanted to so much. It would be so easy to lean over to David and kiss him like she'd done when he came home and tell him how much she wanted him but what if he rejected her?
Deciding to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, she said she had to go to the bathroom and while she was upstairs got his pile of magazines from his bedroom. When he saw them in her hand as she came back in the room his face went bright red again. Sitting down beside him she told him how she'd found them and not to be embarrassed; that she knew boys loved to look at pictures of naked women and she wanted to know which were his favourites. At first he was silent as she turned the pages but then he saw his eyes jump to a picture of a pretty, huge-busted girl shot from below, her tits dangling down towards the camera.
"You like that one David?" she asked. He nodded.
"Tell me why you like it."
"Her... her tits... her breasts... you know. They look so...."
"So sexy you mean. What do you like to call them, tits or breasts?"
David was beginning to understand what was happening, though he could hardly believe it. His mother seemed to be coming on to him! He wondered if she was just teasing and how far she would go.
"Actually Mum, I like to call them bosoms."
"That's a sexy word. And what do you do when you look at pictures of bosoms? Do you wank?"
"Yes Mum."
"Do you think about having them to play with?"
"No Mum, I think about yours." There, it was out. Looking at his mother's face, he saw she was smiling.
"Do you mean you'd like to see mine? You want to play with your own mother's bosoms?"
"Oh yes Mum!"
Lifting the pile of magazines off their laps and throwing them to the floor, Susan saw that a considerable bulge had grown in David's trousers. Opening her robe, she revealed her massive breasts covered in a substantial white brassiere which fastened down the front.
