NEW STORY TITLE: Mother Must Help
Mother must help her introverted son any way she can.
Enjoy…
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She entered his room wearing a red short satin robe. The robe was really short, and just barely covered her gorgeous ass. Her legs were exquisite revealing her creamy almost flawless complexion and soft, smooth skin.
As she approached his bed, she slowly untied the sash revealing the inside of her breasts. They were huge and set well on her chest. They weren’t saggy as you might expect of a woman of her years and size. But she wasn’t quite revealing her luscious nipples. However, her erect nipples were prominently displayed through the fabric of her loose robe.
The gap between the sides of her robe revealed she was wearing no panties either. Showcasing her completely bald pussy for him to admire.
He was astonished at her beautiful body. She was only 5′ 5″ tall. She wasn’t a tiny model type. As a matter of fact, some would consider her a BBW, but she was only a little overweight just enough to have nice curves and plenty to grab. Overall, she had a thick curvy shape with an hour glass figure having a thin waist with just a bit of a sexy bulge. She was only 40.
Her curves were delicate and womanly with a 27″ waist. As her waist widened to 37″ hips with a lovely swell for a nice ass you’d love to sink your teeth into.
When she reached him, she placed her right knee up on his bed revealing the beautiful folds of her womanly flesh. Causing his eyes to nearly explode out of their sockets.
She then placed her delicate hand on his completely erect cock through the sheet which covered him. She began to slowly rub his cock.
Once she felt his swollen cock throb in her hand, she slowly moved the robe from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor exposing her nipples. They were just a little larger than a pencil eraser with areolas about 2″ in diameter, and light tan in color. He happened to know she wore a size 36DD bra.
He lay in his bed completely stunned as his fantasy was coming true. He’d often dreamed, and masturbated to his fantasies of this woman. But he never in a million years would’ve believed this would ever happen.
Was he dreaming now, or was this really happening? Was the hand of his gorgeous mother actually on his cock?
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Megan gasped as she read the story on Rick’s laptop. “Mother?!” she thought.
Where had he gotten the story? It wasn’t on a website, and it didn’t have any of the earmarks of a published document. Plus, it was actually a document she pulled up from his word processor.
What could this possibly mean? What was a mother/son incest story doing on her son’s laptop?!
Megan knew Rick had problems. His father was an alcoholic, and paid little attention to him.
His father worked, came home, secretly drank (or so he thought), got drunk, and passed out in his chair every night. This was his daily routine.
Rick’s father was never abusive to him or to Megan, his mother. His only abusive behavior was in the fact that he was always either at work, or at home, passed out in his chair neglecting her every day and night.
As Rick grew, he began to find these pint-sized vodka bottles hidden around the outside of the house, and in the yard where he played. He didn’t really know what the bottles were.
He’d bring them in to his mother. She would just take them without much fanfare or explanation, and throw them away.
Eventually, Rick became keenly aware of what the bottles were, and what they meant.
It didn’t help that most nights he could hear his parents argue about his father’s drinking. Sure, Megan tried to keep this from Rick as much as she possibly could, but she was unaware that Rick would listen to them argue each night before he fell asleep in his bed crying.
As Rick grew, he began to ignore his parent’s arguments as he internalized his feelings. By the time he was a teen he’d begun to eat his meals in his room with the door closed. He actually did everything in his room isolating himself from his family as much as possible.
On several occasions throughout their lives, Megan would lay down the law to his father about his drinking. As a result, Rick’s father would quit drinking for a period, usually not that long, but he’d always relapse falling back into his usual cycle of work, drink, and pass out.
Each time Rick’s father relapsed, Rick would withdraw further and further from his family, flying under the radar, always quiet, regularly going unnoticed, and often absent from family affairs.
Rick realized early on that the best way to stay out of trouble is to never seek attention, seeking out a marginalized existence amid the turmoil caused by his dad’s addiction.
As Rick became more withdrawn and introverted, he never dated girls. He was very intimidated by other people, especially people of the opposite sex.
The effects of his father’s addiction weren’t solely on Rick. Megan felt neglected, unattractive with a low body image, depressed, exhausted, anxious and trapped in a loveless marriage.
When Megan was 39 and Rick was 16, she realized she’d just been enabling her husband’s addiction, and, after having reached her limit, gave him an ultimatum, “Either quit drinking, or I’ll kick you out of the house!”
As hard as his dad tried to quit, ultimately, he failed, and, long story short, Megan made good on her word. She kicked him out of the house, and divorced him.
As time went by, both she and Rick attended Al-Anon meetings and get counseling, but the damage had already been done. It was hard for Megan to bring herself back to her normal self before her husband’s alcoholism, and it was even more difficult for Rick to find normalcy as he’d never known anything other than growing up with an alcoholic.
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After having read the story on Rick’s laptop, she realizes that since Rick is now 19 and has shown no real interest in girls, he probably needs some help relating to the opposite sex. However, before she could help him in that respect, she must first repair their relationship. So, she asked Rick to start eating family meals with her.
She also decided she needed to do a bit more research on Rick’s interests. So, she did something she wasn’t proud of, but she felt it was necessary. She did some snooping on his laptop.
As Megan starts looking through the laptop, she discovers his browser history has been deleted, but she finds his word processor history is still intact. So, she begins going through his document history.
As she looks at the document titles, she’s shocked to discover they all have risque mom/son incest file names. At first, she’s just surprised, and maybe a bit disturbed. However, the more she looks at the file list the angrier she becomes.
She opens one of the documents, and begins to read. When she gets to the first sex scene, she surprises herself, and finds she’s getting a bit excited. Once she’s done reading, she realizes her panties are soaked.
She wants to feel furious with Rick and his apparent perversion, but she actually feels more guilty for her own physical reaction. So, she tries to convince herself that her reaction is only the result of well written sex scenes. In her mind she tries to ignore her reaction to the taboo nature of the story telling herself “It’s only because it has been so long since I’ve had anything in me other than my own fingers.”
As she considers all the ramifications of the story she’s just read, she realizes her fingers had found their way down her body, and were now rubbing her wet slit. As she runs her fingers back and forth, she places her index finger on her swollen clit, and rubs slow circles around it. Then she moves her fingers down towards her entrance, and begins to move them in and out of her moist slot. She hears “Ohhh. Oh yeah baby,” reverberate through the room, and realizes it’s coming from her.
As Megan imagines the sex scenes unfolding in the story, she gets more excited.
She suddenly removes her hand from her wet pussy, and chastises herself for envisioning the taboo images. Megan feels so guilty and astonished at herself, and her own reaction that she finds herself almost in a state of shock.
Then she gets more furious with Rick, not really so much for the story, but for giving her that reaction which both excited and embarrassed her all at the same time.
Now, she was wondering why these documents were on his laptop, and where did he download them? It seemed to her that documents of this nature on the web weren’t typically in a word processor format from her limited experience with this type of web content. So, she decides not to do anything until she’s ready with a well thought out plan.