Entering Mom’s house is like walking into a quieter, more solemn world since Dad’s departure. Mom a voluptuous figure, she barely noticed my arrival. She was nestled on the sofa, lost in thought, wearing a comfortable, faded blue sweater and matching pants that spoke of days spent indoors. A book lay forgotten on her lap, signalling her preoccupation. She was pretty built and chubby but still loving.
“Hey, Mom,” I called out, noticing how my voice seemed to linger in the quiet space.
She glanced up, her gaze not quite meeting mine. “Oh, Matty, it’s you. How are you, dear?”
The smile she managed didn’t brighten her eyes as they once did. Those eyes, once full of spark and mischief, now just looked weary.
“I’m alright, Mom. But don’t worry about me. How are you really doing?” I asked, moving to sit beside her, trying to close the emotional gap between us.
She sighed deeply, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. “I’m okay, honey. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”
But I could see past her facade. “Mom, you don’t have to pretend with me. I know it’s been hard… since Dad left…”
She cut me off, her tone unexpectedly sharp. “I’d rather not talk about your father, Matty. Please.”
Her words stung, but I understood the pain behind them and quickly changed the subject. “Alright, we won’t talk about Dad. How about we try to brighten up the day? We could go out, have some lunch, watch a movie? Whatever you’d like.”
Mom shook her head, the book in her lap now completely forgotten. “I’m not really feeling up for going out, Matty. But thank you for the offer.”
It hurt to see her this way, a shadow of the vibrant woman who raised me. I searched my mind for something to cheer her up. “What if we stay in then? Just the two of us, a movie night right here. You pick the movie, and I promise I won’t complain.”
She paused, considering, and then a genuine smile slowly formed on her face. “That sounds wonderful, Matty. I’d really enjoy that.”
The warmth in her voice and the slight lift in her mood were all I needed. I sprang into action, turning our living room into a cosy cinema. I prepared a spread of snacks and drinks, setting the stage for our movie night. As the film began, her laughter filled the room—genuine, heartfelt laughter I hadn’t heard in months. It was a healing sound for my worried heart.
“This is really nice, Matty. Thank you,” she said, chuckling during a funny scene.
“Anything for you, Mom. Seeing you happy is all I want,” I replied, my heart swelling with a mix of relief and joy.
As we got absorbed in the movie, the world outside faded away. It was just us, sharing laughs and enjoying each other’s company.
The laughter and joy seemed to bring Mom back to life, the cloud of melancholy that had been hanging over her momentarily lifted.
“Matty, it’s been so long since I laughed like this,” she shared, her voice bright with newfound energy.
“Well, we’ll just have to make this a regular thing,” I determined, eager to keep this spark alive in her.
Her heartfelt expression touched me deeply, a blend of happiness and a stark reminder of her sense of isolation. “I’m so glad, Mom. Seeing you this happy—it means the world to me.”
Later, as we prepared to enjoy the pool, Mom changed into a bikini, her mood visibly lighter. The casual, comfortable clothing she had worn earlier was replaced by the vibrant colours of her swimwear, symbolizing a brief escape from the weight of her emotions.
In a playful effort to keep the spirits high, I started tickling her, eliciting laughter and playful protests. “Matty, stop, haha, that tickles!” she giggled, before pulling me into the pool with a splash.
However, as the evening wore on, I noticed a shift in Mom’s demeanour. The light that had brightened her face began to fade, and I saw sadness creeping back in as she stood at the pool’s edge, tears forming.
“Mom?” I asked gently, moving closer. “What’s going on?”
Then, her emotions overflowed. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, the weight of her loneliness overwhelming her. “I’m sorry, Matty. I’m just so lonely. Tonight was magical, but it also reminds me of everything I’ve lost. Your father… the quiet… it’s just too much sometimes.”
My heart broke seeing her in such pain. Without a word, I moved to her side, wrapping her in an embrace, offering comfort under the starry sky.
“It’s okay, Mom. It’s okay to feel this way,” I soothed, holding her tight as my body pressed against hers. “I’m here for you, always. We’ll get through this together.”
As I held my mom in my arms, offering her comfort and reassurance, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. Seeing her vulnerable and in pain tugged at my heartstrings, but at the same time, I couldn’t ignore the physical response that her close proximity was causing.
As my body pressed against hers, I could feel myself growing hard, my erection straining against the fabric of my swim trunks. And to my horror, I realized that it was pressing against my mom’s bikini bottoms, just inches away from her pussy.
“Wait… is that your thingy pushing against me? Oh no this is wrong, Matty. We can’t be like this. I’m your mother, even though it’s been so long, no I can’t we can’t we shouldn’t,” she said, trying to compose herself.
But as I looked at my mom, her hair slightly dishevelled, her cheeks flushed, and her body clad in a revealing bikini, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. I had never seen her in this light before, and it was like a switch had been flipped in my brain. She may be chubby but she had big breasts and wow my cock throbbed more and more what am I doing.
“Mom, Just let me, I know you want it, so let me give you it,” I blurted out, surprising even myself with the words.
She looked at me, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. “What are you talking about, Matty? This is wrong,” she whispered. But she still did not push me away and I could see it in her eyes.
But I couldn’t deny the intense desire I was feeling, and I couldn’t ignore the way my body was responding to her. “Mom. Just let me make you feel good. I know you miss Dad, but I can make you forget about him for a little while,” I said, my voice low and urgent.
That is when I took a deep breath and got the courage to do what I did next. I placed my hand between her legs under the pool water and rubbed the material on her bikini bottoms. Her pussy through the fabric felt fat and juicy.
“Mmm, ah, we… we can’t, sweetie,” she moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure. I rubbed her faster.
“Swee… sweetie mmmm, we… fucking mmmm, we can’t,” so she keeps saying if she pushes me away I will stop, she’s not even said to stop.
She hesitated for a moment before giving in to her desires. And that’s when I knew I had her. I whispered in her ear, asking if she wanted me to make her feel better, and she nodded, her eyes clouded with desire.
I then pulled my hard cock out of my trunks under the water. It sprang to life, pointing rock-hard upwards. I could see my mom’s eyes widen as she felt it throbbing against the material of her bikini bottoms near her pussy.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside her, to make her feel good like she had never felt before. I lifted up her legs and wrapped them around my waist, still in the pool, as I backed her against the poolside wall. I stretched her bikini bottoms and pushed my cock into her fat, puffy pussy, slowly at first.
She gasped in pleasure, her fingers digging into my back as I began to move in and out of her. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her body responding to my every touch. I kissed her deeply, pouring all my love and desire into the kiss, as I continued to fuck her slowly and deeply.
I continued to plough her pussy inside the swimming pool as my cock slid in and out of her. As I looked at her, her eyes closed and panting and enjoying my dick.
I kept pumping my dick in and out of her, “you… you like that Mom, ah fuck it feels good, you feel good, let’s do this in your room Arghh fuck,” I said as I pulled my cock out of her and we made our way to her room.
As we entered my mom’s room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. After we got naked I pushed my mom onto the bed, her body still glistening with water from the pool. She looked up at me with a mixture of lust and guilt in her eyes. But I didn’t care about the guilt, all I cared about was making her feel good.
I climbed on top of her, my cock throbbing with anticipation as I pushed it against her pussy lips. The feeling of her pussy walls clenching around me again, I couldn’t wait. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, our tongues in each other’s mouths. Her hands roamed over my body, as I slid my dick back inside and started to thrust.
I was overwhelmed with the urge to taste her breasts, so I leaned down and started sucking on her large, swollen tits as I slid my cock in and out of my mom’s fat twat. It was an act of pure pleasure for her, but also for me, as she felt so good.
After some time, with my cock still inside her, we rolled over so she was on top. She began riding me, slapping her pussy up and down my cock. The fact that I was having sex with my own mother was almost unbelievable, but I was too overcome with pleasure to stop.
She continued to fuck me like this, as I fondled her breasts as she kept slamming her pussy down hard on me. The sight of her moving up and down on my cock was almost too much to handle. I knew I was close to cumming, but I wanted to make it last as long as possible.
Eventually, I pulled her off my cock and I bent her over the bed, I started to hammer her pussy while she was in Doggystyle position.
I couldn’t believe the feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my cock. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, feeling her moan and whimper as I pounded her. With each thrust, I could feel her pussy gripping me tighter and tighter until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned as I came inside her, filling her with my hot, sticky cum.
“Ah ah fuck, Argh mom,” I came so hard as I kept fucking her until it started to soften and I was empty.
After the intense intimacy, we lay together, exhausted and breathless. My mom was beside me, her body still shuddering from the intense pleasure of me fucking her.
“That was… amazing, Matty,” she panted, her voice filled with awe and satisfaction.
I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. “I’m so glad I could make you feel good, Mom. You deserve every bit of pleasure,” I whispered, my heart filled with a mix of contentment and pride.
She turned to look at me, her eyes full of emotions. “You’ve done something wonderful for me tonight, Matty. Thank you. And I know it’s not something we should have done, but… I don’t regret it. I think we both needed it.”
I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “I feel the same way, Mom. I’m just happy I could be there for you when you needed me.”
We lay there in silence for a while, the room filled with the sound of our breathing and the warmth of our bodies entwined. It was a moment of peace and connection that I didn’t want to end.
But as the night drew to a close, I knew we had to face the reality of our actions. “We can’t tell anyone about this, Mom. No one can know what happened between us,” I said, my voice filled with urgency.
She nodded, her expression serious. “I know, Matty. We’ll keep it our little secret. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone knowing, especially not your father.”
I plucked up the courage, “So out of curiosity, am I better than Dad.” Maybe that may have been too much.
“Sweetie, I don’t want to compare you both as you are my son, omg I can’t believe I let you fuck me. Short answer, YES.” Wow, I was better than Dad I can’t believe it.
I knew the weight of her words, and I was determined to do whatever it took to protect her. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Mom. You mean everything to me.”
As we lay in each other’s arms, I knew that our lives had changed irrevocably. But despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, I felt a sense of peace and determination. As long as I had my mom by my side, I knew we could face anything together.
