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."
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."
"OK..."
She sat on the bed's edge, looked at the wall, and her hand trailed my body, searching for my member. I removed my briefs and placed her palm on my erection. She gasped, "Peter, you have grown significantly since the last time I saw you naked..."
I didn't answer. Her hand enveloped my 7" and bobbed it tenderly. Her warm, soft hand felt terrific. I closed my eyes and imagined her in my arms... I ejaculated 5 minutes later, filling her fist with my whitish goo. After cumming, I opened my eyes and watched her cleaning her hand with a tissue. On her way to the bathroom, I saw her smelling it.
For the next 15-20 minutes, my prick felt better. However, It hardened and needed attention again later.
Mom checked on me 30 minutes after leaving my room and noticed the bulge again. She chuckled, "Honey, young men have high levels of hormones all the time. Taking a high dose Cialis is a recipe for a powerful reaction. Here, let me help you again."
She sat down by me, removed the blanket, and glanced at my cock. She smiled, "Peter, your organ is awesome. I bet you make good use of it with girls in Arizona."
"At present, I have no girlfriend."
She watched me tense as her palm moved up and down on my tumescent pecker and licked her lips. I shut my eyes and imagined her full lips wrapped around my rod, milking it. I shot my stuff seconds later. She cleaned her fingers with Kleenex and said, "You closed your eyes when I played with your cock. What did you think of?"
"Mom, it's not a good idea."
"Why not? I care to know about your wishes and fantasies. Did you think about Angelina Jolie? Charlize Theron?"
"Not really."
"So, who is your bimbo?"
"Mom, please."
"I can masturbate you, and you cannot tell me her name?..."
"Mom, it's you. Happy now?!"
Her eyes widened, "I know it's a compliment, but I wonder; shouldn't you envision a younger, prettier, sexier girl?"
"Since you lost all this weight, you are sexy as hell. I've dreamt about you many times..."
"What do you dream about?"
"Mom, you are pushing it... If I tell you, you'll throw me out of the house."
"I don't think so..."
"We are in bed together and doing things..."
"What things?"
"Why are you torturing me?"
"I love you and want to know what makes you tick."
"I fantasize about all kinds of sex with you."
She kissed my cheek and said, "Honey, I'll check on you in half an hour."
Like clockwork, half an hour later, my erection returned. It didn't hurt like before, but my penis pointed to the ceiling again.
Mom showed up 5 minutes later. She changed her casual clothes, wore a light robe, and applied red lipstick. I ogled her silently. She grinned, "You like?"
"Very much."
"I see you need Mommy to help you again." I looked at her pleadingly.
She blurted, "Honey, let's make a deal. You tell me how you see us in your dreams, and I'll relieve your painful situation."
"You'll think I am a pervert."
"Every young person is a pervert in one way or another. I used to be young and wild too. Tell me."
"You suck my pole and, later, have sex with me."
"Peter dear, are you saying you'd rather I'll take care of you with my mouth?"
"I know, it's only a fantasy, but in my dreams it feels amazing."
"I'll do it."
"You will?!..."
"I owe you my new appearance, and I love you."
I watched Mom wide-eyed as she lifted the blanket, held the base of my cock with 2 fingers, leaned down, and kissed the mushroomed head. She milked it lightly and smiled at me, "Your precum is not bad at all."
Mom parted her lips and took the soft head into her mouth. Before my eyes, my member began disappearing into her mouth. I stared at her face, hypnotized by her actions. Here was my fantasy turning into reality! Who would have believed?!...
She gagged mildly twice but never let go before my organ was buried all the way in her throat. Then she started bobbing it slowly and sucking on it each time she pulled out. The sight was so erotic, I could not hold for more than 5 minutes. Since it was my 3rd ejaculation that morning, the amount of semen was likely small, but I liked to see her swallowing it without losing a drop.
After finishing, she giggled, "So now I am a mother-sucker, ain't I?"
I whispered, "Mom, I love you..."
She kissed my forehead, "The reason I do all of that is because I love you very much, too. I go to the health club for an hour. When I am back, if your... issue is still causing you discomfort, let me know how you'd like me to help."
I gazed at her admiringly, "Mom, you are the best!"
When Mom was gone, I shaved and showered. I felt much better after the tea and the analgesic, but my cock was raging again less than an hour after Mom's magical oral job. I lay naked in bed and waited for Mom's return.
She entered the door sweaty. Her eyes explored my naked body, and she smiled, "I'll take a shower and take care of your needs soon."
I heard her singing in the shower. She sounded cheerful.
Twenty minutes later, Mom entered my room without knocking. She had the same thin robe as before. Her soft hand caressed my body from my pectorals to my 6-pack and my engorged organ. She winked at me, "So, how would you like me to make you feel better this time?"
"What is the limit?"
"Give me the details of one of your dreams, and I'll tell you if you crossed the line."
"...I was ready to go to sleep, and suddenly, I the door opened. You entered and asked if I needed a lullaby to fall asleep faster. I said yes. You removed your robe, let me suck on your tits, and sang for me. Then you joined me in bed, and we had sex..."
"Well, honey, except for one part, everything can be accomplished."
"What is the unacceptable part?"
"My singing abilities are not as good as Adele's..."
I faked disappointment, "After hearing you singing in the bathroom, I thought you were pretty good, but since I have no choice, I'll agree to everything else."
She whispered, "Peter, I am 44 years old. If you expect to see a body of a 20 year old model, you'll be sorely disappointed..."
"Mom, I am not interested in a spring chicken. I love YOU and want all of YOU!..."
She unclasped the belt and slowly opened the robe. She let it fall on the rug, and her eyes checked my reaction. I inspected her from head to toe. Her face was as pretty as ever. Her voluptuous tits sagged somewhat, and the hard nipples begged to be sucked. Her belly was rounded and soft, yet smaller than before. I liked the wider hips. To me, Mom looked like a luxury guitar...
"Mom, you are so beautiful. Please, come to bed."
We lay side by side, and my fingers trailed her desired body, stopping at her large boobs. I kissed and milked them lightly as she murmured, "Baby, I missed your lips on my tits since you were a baby."
My hand advanced lower, reaching her soft triangular bush. She spread her legs for me, and her respiration turned shallow. My forefinger probed her opening, feeling her moisture. I dove between her thighs, smelled her intoxicating sex, and licked her juices. My tongue lapped her clitoris, and she groaned, "Honey, please, I am too aroused. I want to feel you inside me."
I penetrated her pussy and began pounding it slowly. I watched her face grimace and her tits jiggle before me. Her fingernails pinched my ass cheeks, trying to pull me deeper into her body. I accelerated my strokes, and my hands tweaked her nipples.
Mom started whimpering, and her torso trembled. She closed her eyes and whispered, "You fill me all the way to my chest... It feels so good!..."
I drilled into her faster and felt I was on the way to a world-class orgasm. Seconds later, I flooded her cunt with my slimy spunk. Before rushing to the bathroom, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you. LOVE YOU!"
I returned, and then it was her turn to go.
She exited the bathroom with her face flushed and a big smile. If this wasn't an early afterglow, I didn't know what it was. She looked happy.
I said, "Mom, I wanted you for quite some time now. Apparently, god wanted to help me. He works in mysterious ways."
Mom chuckled, "I wonder how god would have helped had I not switched his Cialis with the analgesic Dad kept in his drawer..."
