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Subject: {ASSM} My Stacked Mother Part 2 (m/F, mother/son, inc)
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Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2005 17:10:03 -0400
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My Stacked Mother Part 2
by NC (m/F, mother/son, inc)

I didn't see her again that day. When I came back from school, she wasn't
home. And when she returned later that afternoon, I closeted myself in my
room and stayed there for the remainder of the night. But I couldn't play
hide-and-seek forever. I knew that sooner or later I would have to face the
music. The next morning, I sat quietly at the kitchen table, and began
eating my cereals, waiting for an explosion that never happened. On the
contrary, my mother was unusually silent. We did exchange a few words, but
nothing concerning the previous day's events. The subject was never brought
up that day or in the following ones, for that matter. And of course I was
very happy about that, but confused as well. Logically she should have said
something. God knows, she had every right to! I did some thinking on that,
and my verdict was that it was probably too awkward a subject to broach.
Maybe she even felt responsible on some level. Whatever! I certainly
wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

After a few days of strange behavior (meaning mostly absent-mindedness), mom
reverted to her old happy, insouciant self. But something had changed. She
had an air of freshness, almost imperceptible at first, but soon stylistic
changes followed that one couldn't possibly miss. Baggy blouses, caftans and
other loose-fitting attire gradually disappeared from view and replaced by a
brand new wardrobe, which consisted of tighter outfits, shorter hemlines,
and low neck tops that revealed part of her yawning cleavage! It was quite a
transformation! Big enough, that I felt compelled to stop inviting friends
to my house. They were staring at her, and for some reason, it was getting
into my nerves big time. I just couldn't bear it!

But by far my favorite item of clothing was her new pink satin nightgown. I
couldn't wait for dusk to fall, to see her dressed in that. It was the only
thing she would wear without a bra underneath. It was tight and it molded
around the contours of her figure, accentuating her voluptuous curves. Her
huge breasts would jiggle impishly under it, in her slightest movement, and
her pointy nipples poked through the delicate material. And as if that
wasn't enough, the conspicuous absence of discernible panty lines intimated
the presence of a tiny undergarment. A g-string, by the looks of things! I
didn't know if that was a new habit or an old one, but the sheer thought of
my mother in such a slutty little thing, with her ass totally unclothed, was
driving me crazy. That was the most insane period of my life. I had to
masturbate 3-4 times per day just to be able to behave normally around her.

One night, she was sitting in the living room, reading magazines. I sat in
the sofa beside her, and browsed through them. As it turned out, they were
all brochures from cosmetic surgery clinics.

"Oh God! Don't tell me that you are still thinking about this!" I said,
surprised and annoyed at the same time.

My tone of voice immediately attracted her attention. "Well yeah. shouldn't
I?" she asked me.

"I don't know. You haven't mentioned anything all this time, so I assumed
you had forgotten about it!"

"No, it's still an option."

"What? Butchering your breasts? Mom, that's just gross!!!"

"It is called breast reduction and it's not that uncommon. Besides, it's not
just that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there are more areas that need fixing. Especially my nether regions,
if you know what I mean. Anyway, I thought that if I finally decide to go
through with this, maybe it would be wiser to go for the full monty!"

"The full monty?"

"Liposuction, tummy tuck, and a few other little things!"

"For crying out loud mom!!!!!"  I exclaimed, tossing my head.

"What?" she asked.

"Why subject yourself to all that shit, when there's nothing wrong with
 you?" I said angrily. And it was a sincere reaction. I was angry at her. To
my eyes, she was perfect. Head to foot! Messing with a body like that,
especially with those glorious breasts of hers, seemed like blasphemy!

"OK, firstly, mind your language young man. And secondly, I think I know my
body better than you do!" she said.

"But you look great. Why change anything?" I protested.

"Oh for Pete's sake!" said mother, rose from the sofa, turned around and
hiked up her nightie to her waist. "Does that look like 'great' to you?" she
asked, immodestly demonstrating her ass.

And I used to wonder why some people call her eccentric! How about bizarre?
I mean, what mother in her right mind would ever do something like that?
Especially, after considering my. criminal past!  Had she forgotten about
that day in the kitchen? Well, I didn't know nor cared. I had her big, sexy
ass in front of my face and that was uppermost in my mind at the time. As I
had correctly guessed, she was wearing a g-string, but from behind she was
as good as naked.

"See now?" my mother asked.

I regained my composure pretty quickly, considering. "See what?" I asked
calmly.

"The fat! The cellulite!" she replied.

I moved my face closer to her ass. A little closer and I could start taking
bites.  "No, I don't see anything!" I lied. The truth was that she had one
hell of a large, fleshy, bulging, cellulite-covered ass, but I wasn't about
to add to her insecurities. Besides, I liked it. Who the hell doesn't like
big booties anyway?

"Do I have to take you to an ophthalmologist?" Jesus! Just touch it. Come
on, touch it! Feel how fat and repulsive it is," she urged me.

Her words were music to my ears! This was just getting better and better.
Not only could I admire her ass at point-black range but I had permission to
touch it as well. And so, as a good, obedient son I did as I was told. I
touched it. But I was very careful! This time I was determined to be a model
of deportment and avoid doing anything that might upset her. So my touch was
gentle like a caress, even though my arousal gradually got the better of me
and I brazenly helped myself to a couple of first-class handfuls of her
puffy cheeks during the process of this questionable examination. She didn't
say anything. After all, I was just doing her bidding.

"Mom I really think that you are overreacting. There is nothing wrong here!"
I said, with my hands still firmly attached to her soft, ultra-big behind
and my face inches away from it. I was poised, almost impassive, but in
reality I was making a huge effort to restrain myself from doing something
really nasty.

"You mean you actually like it?"

"I mean that..yeah, I like it. Why is that so hard to believe?"

Mom allowed her nightgown to fall back into place and turned around. "Come
here," she said, I stood up and she gave me the biggest hug of her life. I
felt her massive boobs pressing against my chest and I am sure she felt
something hard of mine pressing against her belly.

"You surely know how to boost your mother's ego!" she said, and gave me kiss
on the cheek.

"Oh well, I didn't do anything!" I replied, modestly.

Mom smiled at me and chucked me under the chin. "Oh yes, you did!" she said
and went upstairs to her room! The minute she left I yanked my pants down,
and began beating my meat. I traveled back in time, at the moment when I had
my hands all over her ass. I imagined myself sliding my fingers inside her
deep crack, pulling the string aside and burying my face in her heavenly
ass. Instant orgasm!

End of part 2...
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Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

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