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Chapter 1:
Until my sexual awakening my mother was just my mother: my protector, my friend, a source of comfort and a feeling of home. But during high school nature had its way with me and thanks to my keen eyed friends it didn't take long for me to realize that my mother was/is, for lack of better terminology: "a smokin' hot MILF!" It was through my friend's eyes that I came to view my own mother as a sexual Goddess.
She stands slightly less than average height. Hair made from dirty flame and often worn loose just past shoulder length; though I must admit that when she wears her hair up or pony-tailed I am usually KO'd by it, so I suppose it doesn't matter what she does with it. She has the most naturally beautiful face I have ever witnessed and she never goes anywhere near make up. Always representing herself as nature intended and I have to say she can be terribly distracting! Especially when she shows her earth-shattering smile. It is a smile from her soul, her whole face becomes light and joy. And then on top of that if she is laughing wholeheartedly she can, sometimes, snort! Something which I find totally adorable, that loss of self-control when one becomes one's truest self. And of course it only makes us both laugh harder.
Take pity on me if you would. Because all of that would have me fallen in love with my own mother without even mentioning her body. A body so full of curves that it may well have inspired my popularity during my high school years. Even my first girlfriend would remark on how ridiculously hot my mother was. She quickly learned that I would fuck her harder and faster if she would mention her during sex. Though we didn't last as a couple she played a part of making me realize how much I wanted my mother sexually and many of our late times together I had used heavy imagination to transform my girl into my mother as I thrust.
Mother's eyes were so incredibly honest and a deeply dark brown. Her eyebrows flowing arches that would direct any who dared look straight down into her eyes and hold you in a kind of state of terror and glory; looking away was something of an act of incredible self-control. Her nose wasn't one of those little cute ones but a strong almost deadly straight that fit her face and indeed her attitude so wonderfully. Her chin a feminine and defined in a gentle 'v' shape.
Her skin was a remarkable light-white in tone giving her a somewhat vague porcelain appearance, though not quite the redheaded look of one who cannot go outside for fear of burning under the sun. And if any man or woman looked upon her bare shoulder, in one of her summer dresses for instance, than their eyes would be pulled to follow her jaw-dropping outline in its entirety. Her bust was noticeably heavy and just after its wonder inspiring curve finishes her waist shrinks away to what would be normal on any other woman but because of her ample bust seems shrunk by comparison. And then her hips softly bulge sideways so her figure becomes the hourglass feminine ideal and I have no words for how those hips look when she moves or how her natural bust bounces at her slightest movement. One of my favourite things to do, once I knew I wanted her, was to stand next to her in one of her dresses or loose fitting tops and then nudge her with my arm as I could then watch her breasts wobble. Literally the most minor touch would send them shaking. Also available for the casual human's viewing were her legs. Most drool worthy when displayed in those summer dresses that you might imagine have quite a hold over me. Thick, creamy, shapely thighs that I have dreamt of parting and dragging my fingertips over more times than I care to count.
Perfect in parts and perfect whole. Her body could be nothing else to me because I was lost to the thoughts that had been sparked by my younger friends. I dreamt of her body, of her love, of me and her in a sexual relationship. As wrong as the rest of the world might see it; to me she was meaning. Other sexual fantasies came and went but none brought me the power of orgasm as the dreams and fantasies of my curvy mother.
Post college I had become what appeared to be my happiest self; I had shed most friends but a few choice ones and spent most of my free time at home with mom. She was my dream and the idea of moving away or not having her in my everyday life just didn't bear thinking about.
But over the past few weeks, or so, I had noticed a distance between us that disturbed me greatly. She seemed sadder, her glorious smile no longer seemed to reach her eyes, she seemed less inclined to laugh and joke and fool around with me; in that stupid playful way that we always had.
So come the end of the month and my paycheque I told her I was taking her to the city for some retail therapy.
Chapter 2:
She walked into the living room wearing one of those fantastic dresses. A dress that seemed to amplify her curves and 'pop' her away the inanimate, pointless world behind her. Her shoulders bare apart from the two thin straps that somehow, defying science and reason, held up her incredible bust and the rest of the dress. It was a slightly darker red than her hair and covered in a random pattern of lighter red petaled daisies. To say it suited her was blasphemy, perhaps saying the dress came into being to be with her sounded somewhat less offensive. Her simple boots made her up to just under my height and since she always wore some form of ankle boots; ankle boots had become a favourite of mine for a woman to wear.
Her bust bounced in the way her attitude seemed to lack lately, and as usual with the summer dresses it appeared she had declined the chance to wear a bra. The sight of her was breath taking but the expression on her face disturbed me greatly, I was determined to lift her mental mood by buying her things. Shoes maybe? Clothes? Books? Only hoping that I could show her how much she means to me. Though not quite to reveal the full truth; in that I, her only child, had passed into madness and wanted to please her sexually and every other way.
I drove as mom sat next to me in her ridiculously attractive dress. As the sun was out we had the windows down and at times the wind would blow her skirt up bit by bit, I was to the point of being dangerously distracted when she finally stopped staring out the window and noticed, pulling her hem down and denying my thirst. I was quite sure she hadn't noticed me looking at her legs, but even with her legs covered her fiery hair whipped about in the wind and she looked nothing short of iconic as I alternated between driving and drooling.
Parked under the complex we took the stairs and on the ground floor I offered her my arm and she threaded through. It isn't an unusual thing for us to do but almost as soon as she linked arms she rested her head against my shoulder: something not normally done. It suddenly felt different to me. It felt like she was holding onto someone other than her son. Being an easily aroused idiot I glanced down her dress and quickly looked away. The last thing I needed was to become aroused in the middle of this mall by her bouncing bust.
The sudden need to talk overcame me and as her low mood was the thing that bothered me lately...
'You ok mom?' She lifted her head and smiled the smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
'Sure baby. Why do you ask?'
Where to start?!
'Well,' I stuttered to breach this gap, 'you just seem so... off lately.' Then it just started to spill out of me as we walked aimlessly through the mall. 'So much has changed about you recently: your smile doesn't quite seem as full as it used to be, you aren't standing quite as proud as you did a few weeks ago, and... I don't know, you just seem further away.'
She hugged into me as I spoke and when I finished speaking she popped back up and had a tearful look. She looked like she wanted to open up but in the middle of the mall didn't seem the right place. I guided her towards a bench in one of the quietest looking arms of the grand mall. Sitting down with her I took her hand in mine, how I wished I could just say what I felt! That she was perfect and deserved more than I could give. She had let a few tears out and I broke inside to see them. What could I do to make this better?
'Mom?'
'It's ok. I am ok.' She said.
'Well if you'll forgive me mom I don't think that's true. Crying in the mall an' all.' I squeezed her hand and she chuckled gently next to me. Wiping away the last tear she looked up to me. Her large brown eyes boring into my soul, to see her teared up and looking afraid; it hurt me.
She hesitated. I squeezed her hand again.
'Are you sure you want to hear this? It is MOM issues.' She blinked her teary eyes and I became desperate to hear it, to find the solution to this unknown problem.
