It wasn't easy to grow up in a house where the father looked for every excuse to be out. It took me years to understand the dynamic between Mom and Dad. According to her, in the first 2 years their relationship was perfect; Dad was a loving husband who used to bring her flowers every weekend, stroll with her in parks nearby, accompany her to watch romantic movies, and was a fantastic lover.
Something happened at work, and he was fired. While searching for another job, he turned bitter and began smoking. His new job, being a representative of a new drug on the market, took him away from home for 1-2 weeks at a time. Mom wasn't happy with the changes in their life and the lack of attention and started eating more, gaining weight. Dad got upset she 'looked like a cow' and showed up even less at home.
I was born a year later to an overweight mother and a grumpy, hardly-there father.
In the years that followed, I managed to acquire many friends and spent ample time playing with them outdoors. I still recall the time when I was around 15 years old: Three of my friends came to my house to play video games. We had fun, and then Mom entered, smiled, and offered us cookies and a cold drink. Everybody thanked her, and we continued our games. As they were leaving, Danny commented, "Peter, your mother has such a cute face. If she lost some weight, she'd be the prettiest Mom around." I smiled and didn't answer. However, later, I thought about it and realized he was right. Until that day, she was only 'Mom,' without thinking about details like her age, looks, or clothes.
In the next 2 weeks, I began paying more attention to Mom's looks, and one time, I even asked her why she neglected herself. She had a bitter smile, "Who cares how I look? Dad is never here, and you spend your time outside with your friends..."
She was right. I felt guilty for not spending more time with her, but my guilt trip was forgotten when our final exams approached.
The same year, my growth spurt started. I busied myself with more sports activities, especially tennis and swimming. I also concentrated on my studies, wishing to get accepted at ASU.
At 18, I started my first year at ASU, majoring in business. I returned home after a month in Arizona, and Mom hugged me lovingly, "Honey, I missed you so much. You are the only one I care about, and without you, my life is worth nothing."
I grinned, "Mom, I love you too. These days you are bored at home; why don't you go to a health club and exercise a little? It will give you something to do. You are pretty, and once you lose some weight, you'll be the most attractive MILF around."
She blushed, "You are right. I'll do it. I hate to think you are ashamed of me. By the way, what is a MILF?..."
I giggled, "It's an expression. You can find it on Google, but what I meant is l will be proud of you."
I left back to ASU Sunday evening. My mind was focused on tests, trying hard to be in the top 10% of the class. I talked to Mom twice during the next 2 months before returning home.
At the door, I met a stranger; her face looked like Mom's, but she lost 20 pounds. She was still somewhat chubby, but MUCH improved. Her shoulder length hair was organized, and she wore a nice floral blouse with a midi-style skirt.
I ogled her up and down and whistled, "Mom, you look gorgeous. May I have a date with you?..."
She grinned, "Last time you mentioned my weight, and I thought it was time for a change. I lost your father due to multiple reasons. My weight may have been one of them, but losing you was out of the question. I began dieting and exercising 4 times a week. So you like the new me?"
"I loved you as Mom before. Now I am falling in love with the new beauty in the house."
"Thank you, dear. I needed that."
The same night, I had a dream about traveling with Mom to South Beach, Florida. We wore swimsuits, and I noticed her new figure was very sexy. I woke up and masturbated, thinking about her body. In the following days, I paid more attention to her looks, and one time, I saw her on the way to the shower, having on a bra and panties. Her tummy still protruded somewhat, but it was much less than before. With her large breasts, it was hardly noticeable. I became obsessed with her and, like a pervert, checked her underwear drawers. I sniffed her panties, checked her D-cup bras, and even smelled her used ones in the laundry basket. I knew my behavior was crazy, but I could not resist my new urges. Mom started appearing in my wet dreams...
I didn't say anything to Mom, but it was apparent our bond had strengthened since she began her new lifestyle. My home visits became more frequent, and we went out to watch movies and some parks together. Once, I suggested going to a newly opened restaurant. She said, "Honey, I'd love to go everywhere with you, but if we want to keep my weight under wraps, it's better to avoid restaurants." I kissed her forehead, "You are right, Mom, although, if you feel like it, we can have soup and salad."
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In my junior year, I arrived home for spring break. On the second morning, I woke up feeling a severe headache, blurred vision, and dizziness. I asked Mom where I could find a Tylenol. She answered, "I don't have Tylenol, but Dad has similar tablets in his drawer by the bed. They are elongated yellow tablets that he uses for his tension headaches. Take one, and I'll bring you hot tea."
In the drawer, I found an unmarked small round box with oval yellow tablets. I took one and returned to bed wearing my briefs. After 25 minutes, my initial symptoms remained the same, but now I also had weakness and... massive erection!
Mom arrived with my tea on a tray and wanted to place it on my lap when she noticed the bulge that pushed up the thin blanket.
She blushed, "Honey, do you need to go to the bathroom first?"
"It happened after taking the yellow tablet you suggested."
"God... Did you take the Cialis 20 milligrams?..."
"I have no idea. I took the oval yellow ones from the tiny round box."
She went to check and said, "You swallowed a Cialis tablet. Drink the tea, and I'll bring you the headache tablet. And then, the question is how to deal with the effects of Cialis. It lasts up to 36 hours."
By the time I finished my tea, my erection began to ache. However, I was too weak to take care of it in the bathroom. Mom came by to ask how I was doing. I told her the truth about my weakness and that my penis hurt.
She stared at me lovingly, "Peter, it was my fault. If you wish, I can help you."
I mumbled, "I doubt you can."
"I can sit on your bed and give you a hand while looking the other way."
"Let's wait for another 15 minutes and see if my stiffness decreases spontaneously."
Unfortunately, it didn't, and my erect pole hurt even more.
Mom returned after 15 minutes as the tent in my blanket became more obvious. She gazed at me, "Honey, please, let me help you."
