Sam was a strapping young lad. He was now 24 years old, well built, chiseled jaw and always keeping his short dark hair organized and well groomed.
He’d gotten into stock broking and banking already before he got out of school and was now doing big business deals at a firm downtown.
His dad was long gone and he’d grown up alone with his mother Yvette. Her parents had immigrated from France but she’d grown up here in the U.S.
Yvette had Sam at a very young age, so she was still not old by any means. Her hazelnut colored hair was always waist long and very thick. She often had to put it up in braids or pigtails for practical reasons and this made her look even younger than her years.
Yvette was not a tall woman. Standing only 5’2” she looked very tiny beside her son who was closer to 6´6”.
But she had a full body. Her large breasts accentuated her slim waist and well curved hips. She was a complete milf and always had well done make up and a cute smile on her face.
Sam hadn’t been working for long at the firm downtown when he’d gotten the offer to join another high profile company.
This was a big deal. This was the kind of company that, if you get your foot in, you’ve got it made for life. Lot’s of finance people that were at the forefront of business worked here.
Sam and his mother had never really been rich. They weren’t poor either but Yvette had always been working as a waitress in some local diner and although Sam was now into the world of big business he was still an underling and worked more than he got paid.
Yvette had never complained about their economic situation and had always worked hard to give Sam everything he would want or need.
Sam very much wanted to repay his mothers kindness and generosity to him. That, in part, was why he even got involved in stock-broking and high finance in the first place.
He’d gone to the meeting with the new firm. It sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it came with some conditions. He was now bewildered as to how to tackle this.
When Yvette came home from work, she found her son sitting at the kitchen table in their small apartment. He had a worried look about him.
“What’s wrong son?” she asked, sat down and stroked his arm.
“I think I got the job mom”, he answered and let a smile shine through his anxiousness.
“Well that’s great Sammy!” she exclaimed and gave him a warm hug.
“But…”, Sam started, “There were some conditions…”
Sam explained that they wanted him for the position and had told him that he seemed like a perfect , young upcomer, an asset to their firm! He’d get a six figure yearly salary, a company car and also… a new house!
Yvette couldn’t for the life of her understand why he had the worried look while telling her all this. It sounded great!
Then came the crux of the matter. This firm was very tight knit and had extremely conservative values. So they only hired married men.
“..so I… told them I was married… to you…”, Sam looked down at the kitchen table and only snuck a peek at his mother to see her reaction.
“Married? To me? But.. hahaha!” Yvette laughed in surprise, “How would that work do you think?”
“Well… they don’t know. You look young enough to pull it off.. and, you can quit your job. I’d make enough money for the both of us”, Sam said with great hesitation.
Yvette laughed again.
“I get to leave this dump and my crummy job? My son gets the job of a lifetime? Count me in!”
Sam was incredibly relieved at his mothers reaction. A great weight now lifted off his shoulders as they got to their feet and celebrated with a big hug. Sam even lifted her up and spun her around! This would work out great!
A couple of weeks passed and Sam got introduced to the co-workers at his office and briefed on the comings and goings of the new firm. Alongside of it all he became friends with Lucas. It was Lucas who gave him most of his training at work, fixed a personal computer for him, organized key cards and passwords. etc.
Talking to Lucas also gave him a great insight into how his new living situation would be.
The other people at the firm all lived in a gated community outside of their city. They all had nice single story villas, with pools, a nice community park and their own security company.
Lucas said it was to get away from the ‘riff-raff’, as he called poorer people.
Sam had to hold his tongue. Only just recently - he was one of those ‘riff-raff’. Now he had this well paying job, but… he didn’t see eye to eye with Lucas’ way of looking down on the less fortunate. But, Sam was new, and when you're new you don’t start political arguments.
He got some pictures of the neighbourhood and showed them to his mom.
Yvette was of course ecstatic about it all. The two of them had discussed a little about how they should act when they were around others in the community, to sell the ruse that they were indeed married.
They were both in agreement that just because one is married doesn’t mean that they would make out in public or anything like that.
“You said they were a very conservative group. Probably people would think badly of them if they were too intimate in front of others”, Yvette concluded. To Sam's relief she didn’t at all seem concerned about the ‘acting like a couple’ part of the whole thing.
But during the weeks, a small nagging feeling had started to arise in the back of Sam’s head.
He didn’t mention it to his mother of course but, they would only have and be with each other there in this community. He’d never seen or heard his mother mention other men, dating or such things, but… what if Sam wanted to meet someone?
If he wanted to keep this job he could probably only ever have another woman as an affair on the side.
What if he ‘divorced’ his mother after a while and then he could meet a new girl?
Nah, probably these folks were against divorce also, Sam guessed.
And looking at his mother walking around in their apartment, her large boobs swaying under her shirt, her curvy legs and rolling hips, her cute face and smile… that long sexy hair. They would probably think him crazy not to love a wife like that!
It was only a small thought.. but it was there, gnawing at him.
The more he thought of it, the more he tried to think of Yvette as his actual wife.
And the more he thought of that… the better she looked to him.
So much even, that one morning, as he was having breakfast and his mother was leaning over the kitchen table, reading some magazine… his eyes wandered.
Yvette had her morning robe on. It was a fluffy pinkish thing, only loosely tied around her waist. It gave her ample cleavage.
Sam had a straight view at her large, round orbs. They moved only slightly as she flicked a page in the magazine, supporting herself with one arm against the table.
Their movement gave him an idea of how firm and heavy they must be. How soft…
Sam suddenly was jerked back to reality! He was sitting with the spoon to his mouth, but had gotten lost in his mother’s cleavage and could now feel that he was getting a hard on?!
Sam felt his face get red and his breathing was shallow.
He quickly finished his breakfast cereal and looked everywhere else but at his mother.
He excused himself and rushed off to work, even dodging his mother’s attempt at giving him a good bye hug!
During his travel to work his mind was spinning, trying to make sense of his confusion.
Yes, mom was a sexy lady, but… she was MOM!
Maybe he had just thought too hard about this ‘acting married’ thing and his mind started playing tricks on him.
But he was so worried about them being caught. Imagine if it came out that they were NOT actually a couple? The shame would be indescribable. Sam would certainly lose his job, the new house and car… it would be devastating.
During the coming days he tried to shake it all off, but it was still there… the weird feeling and confusion.
He didn’t tell his mother about this of course. It was too strange.
The day finally came. They had packed all their stuff in boxes but only the stuff they really wanted to keep. Sam earned good money now and he could buy anything they wanted for their new house.
Just before the movers truck came, Sam presented his mother with a surprise.
He had bought them wedding rings. Expensive ones.
Yvette was sitting by the kitchen table, which they were going to leave anyway. She looked happy. Her long hair was a bit tangled from packing boxes and carrying stuff around. She was wearing shorts that well accentuated her hips and curvy thighs. Up top she had a tight, grey top on. Sam tried not to think about it, but it really showed her tits off. In the top they spilled out a little on the sides and on the cleavage. Since the top was so tight, she didn’t need a bra. Her stiff nipples were showing prominently through the fabric.
Sam came up to her, fell down on one knee in front of his mother, held out her ring and asked, “Yvette, will you marry me?” and gave off a joking smile!
Yvette’s eyes went wide! She covered her mouth as she gasped in amazement.
Then looked at Sam, “Oh! Of course I will my darling!”
Sam held out the ring and put it on his mother’s outstretched finger.
She admired it for a moment and then leaned in on him and gave him a wet sloppy kiss on the mouth! She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her bosom!
She giggled joyously as she squeezed his face into her swelling breasts!
Sam was happy at her reaction, but also a bit surprised. He’d thought she’d take it more as a funny joke and a detail in their act of being married.
But this seemed more like genuine happiness from his mother.
And the back of his mind had a hard time to ignore his face being squished into her large, warm breasts! He even felt his lips pressed against their soft skin!
Yvette finally let him go. She was gleaming and again studied her new ring.
She held it out and spread her fingers, turning her hand here and there to see it from all angles.
“But sweetie, this must’ve cost a fortune?”
“Hey, we can afford it mom. Don’t worry”, Sam answered reassuringly.
“Do you have one also?”, she asked, her eyes searching for his hands.
Sam showed her his hand, “Of course”, he smiled.
Yvette’s face shone up even more than before! Again she pulled her son in for a boobfleshy hug and again Sam’s face got smothered by her large chest mounds!
His nose was buried deep in between her boobs, he could feel her hot skin against his cheeks and mouth!
“This is so great! This makes it so much more real and believable”, her voice took the pitch of a school girl who has just been given a pony.
“Mmffhh..”, Sam responded from the depth of his mothers beefy cleavage.
Yvette pulled Sam’s face out of its soft and warm nest, “Oh, sorry son”, and gave him a kiss on the mouth, a more deliberate kiss this time.
Her lips were like steamed silk on his. It held for … long, until she again pulled his face back. She rose to her feet and pulled Sam with her to standing.
She gave him a loving hug. Being so short compared to Sam her head only reached his chest and she laid her cheek on it and purred.
Sam couldn’t help but feel her breasts press against his belly, he could even feel exactly where her stiffened nipples were on him.
He hugged her back and laid his cheek on top of her head. But broke the hug off as he could feel his member stirring in his pants.
“The truck will be here soon”, he excused himself and felt embarrassed.
Sam proceeded to move around boxes in random order to make himself look busy.
As he passed the hallway mirror, which they had decided to leave behind, he saw that he had lipstick on his mouth.
Again, his loins got warmer.
The truck came, they helped the movers carry stuff out. All the stuff they would need had already been ordered and delivered to their new house.
The truck left and Sam and his mom made their way to the company's car dealership. Here Sam was to collect his new wheels.
As they walked in, Yvette slid her hand around his waist. He could feel her firm sideboob pressing against him.
“Let’s see our new fancy car then… husband”, Yvette said happily. She emphasized the last word.
Sam got nervous. It felt good. Her arm around him, her happiness, but every time he glanced down all his eyes could focus on was the cleft where his face had been earlier. Her big boobs bounced and jiggled with every step. She was so very hot.
Sam was afraid that he’d get hard again and make a fool of himself in front of the car dealer.
But all went well. The car was impressive. A luxury model, expensive, shiny silver and it looked like a rich guy owned it.
Yvette praised the car, and him.
On the drive to their new home she gushed over how proud she was of Sam, of how much he had done for her and how she loved her handsome strong boy so very, very much.
Sam was overjoyed of course. He knew that his mom loved him and so, but hearing her spread it on so thick was overwhelming.. and nice.
As a thank you, he instinctively put his hand on her thigh to give her an appreciative caress.
This was the first time he had ever felt her thigh, felt it for real. He had touched his mother before, naturally. But this touch now felt different. It felt.. more.
His hand felt its smoothness, its warmth. He could feel how it widened upward and slimmed downward. He felt..
Sam had to bite himself on the inside of his cheek. The short pain cleared his head, at least for now.
Just as he was about to pull his hand away from her thigh, she put hers on top of his and held it in place.
She rubbed her hand over his, making his hand, in turn, rub her thigh. She commented on how shiny and beautiful her ring looked and again how thankful she was to Sam.
Sam had to use all of his self control to not let his hand slide too far up her thigh.
The drive all of a sudden felt much too short.
As they drove through the large, white, stone gate, the security guard in the booth there greeted them as if they had lived there forever, “Good day Mr. and Mrs. Robert”.
He pronounced it as the american name, but he of course didn’t know it was supposed to be pronounced in french.
Yvette giggled after they drove off, so he couldn’t hear, “Good day Mr. and Mrs. Robert”, she mimicked in an exaggerated American accent.
The area was really beautiful. It looked even better than in the pictures he’d seen.
All the houses seemed to be the same style of bungalow villas. Each with some different detail. All lawns and gardens were in perfect condition. It looked almost unreal, like a neighbourhood from a commercial.
Yvette sat and stared at it all in amazement while Sam looked at the numbers on the houses, trying to find theirs.
Finally, number 10. They were there!
The house was stunning. Compared to their old apartment, anything would be stunning.
The lawn and driveway had a slight upward slope and both sides of it had a nice wooden fence, separating their lawn from the neighbours. Similar houses were on each side of theirs.
The movers truck was already parked in the drive way, so Sam parked on the street.
They were both a bit taken back and slowly made their way up the freshly paved driveway.
“Hey Sam!” Lucas' voice rang out.
He was standing on the other side of the fence. It was a pretty low wooden fence, like those picket fences, but without any gaps between the boards.
Sam grabbed his mother’s hand and walked over the lawn towards him. It struck him how soft and well kept the grass was. It was like walking on a golf course.
“Hey honey! Come out and meet our new neighbour's!" Lucas shouted over his shoulder towards his own house.
Lucas greeted Sam with a hardy handshake, as people in the high rollers world of business often do and then turned his attention to the tiny Yvette by Sam’s side.
“So this must be the wife I’ve heard so much about?” he said with a broad grin.
“Eh, yes. This is.. my wife… Yvette”, Sam stumbled through the sentence.
His mother played the part much better than him, “Pleased to meet you Lucas. I’m glad to hear that he talks about me. Only good things I hope”, she said with a dazzling smile and a little dainty hop that made her boobs bounce enticingly.
“Oh yes..”, Lucas answered in an illconcealed lewd tone as his eyes blatantly stared at Yvette’s bouncy chest.
Sam had of course talked about ‘his wife’ with Lucas before. It would be weird not to. He might have embellished a little about their love life, but it was easy to get caught up in the manly attitude people at the firm had all the time. He kind of regretted it now though.
What if Lucas would blurt out something of the lies he’d told. His mind was searching frantically for the details that he really didn’t want his mother to find out he’d made up about her.
He hadn’t lied about her looks though, only her age. Well, and that she was his wife.
He had accurately described Yvette as a busty little firecracker that can go wild in the sack… or something like that.
There was also that time he'd lied about how she loved him taking her up the ass. But he quickly hid that memory and hoped that Lucas never would mention it to Yvette.
What would his mom think if she learned that he’d said such things about her?! Sam would die of embarrassment! He only said it because the other guys were talking about butt sex, and he was new. He wanted to fit in.
Lucas shook Yvette’s hand and behind him his wife came tripping from the house.
“Ahhh! Great to see you, and finally meet you both!” she exclaimed.
Lucas’ wife was very upbeat and perky. She shook their hands also and started blathering in a speed that was hard to keep up with.
She wore a knee length dress with rose patterns and her blonde hair was tied up with a red bow. She looked quite attractive and also seemed to have the sexy curves a guy like Lucas would appreciate.
It was hard for Yvette and Sam to tear themselves away from the constant talking of Lucas’ wife Georgia, but the movers came to the rescue.
“Mister, where do you want this?”
The mover was holding a lamp.
Lucas and his wife let them go with promises of coming over later for a drink, when they’d gotten settled in.
Just as they got close to their house they heard Lucas shout, “Shouldn’t you be carrying your wife over the threshold, your new home?”
They both smiled and waived at Lucas over there by the fence. But Yvette stopped in her tracks, “Come on, like a married couple”, she winked at him and shot off a seductive smile. Yvette hopped up in Sam’s arms. Even though he wasn’t prepared for it, she was small and he was pretty strong. He caught her easily and made his way to their door.
Again, his hand felt his mother’s well toned and smooth thighs as he held her. His other hand was under her back, but his fingers reached all the way to touch her sideboob.
Sam swallowed hard and thought of baseball. Once across the threshold, he gently set her down.
“Don’t forget… we’re married”, she said softly and gave him another wink.
Sam and Yvette helped the movers carry in their stuff and toured their new home!
It was really spacious and modern. Sam couldn’t believe it himself, that he now was so rich and well off.
Yvette extolled every room in the house and was happily skipping around and loudly imagining how great everything will be here! Her shorts and tight top did nothing to hide her sensuous body’s bounces as she moved around in a flurry.
He caught one of the movers staring at her as she innocently bent over to look into one of the boxes on the floor.
The mover met his stern eye and quickly left to retrieve more boxes.
She was really sexy, his mom. He couldn’t deny it. But Sam had to remember to play the role of a married couple now. But also, when he’d given the mover a stare, it wasn’t playing. He actually felt defensive about her.
No matter if they weren’t really married. It was Sam’s job now to keep her safe from leering guys just wanting a peek at her goodies… his wife’s goodies… his… goodies?
His thoughts were getting jumbled again.
The day passed and the movers left. Sam and his mother were now alone in their new home.Only some of the larger furniture was unpacked. Their new sofa and coffee table, their bed.
Their bed…
Another thing that Sam had been trying not to think about.
Since they were masquerading as a married couple, they’d have to share a bedroom, and a bed.
Sam had offered to sleep on the couch or the floor, but Yvette wouldn’t hear of it. But he had bought a large bed so that he wouldn’t impose too much on his mother during the nights at least.
A few boxes for the kitchen had been opened and some cutlery and pots were unpacked.
Not much else.
They were both sitting on the couch. The other, smaller couch was still wrapped in plastic.
Yvette's hair was a mess. She had long and beautiful hair, but if she didn’t braid it or tie it up it often got very tangled and she looked like a cute troll. The kind that you use to be able to put on the end of a pen.
She sat beside him, slouching on the sofa. In this position her chin almost touched her boobs as they were pushed up. When she sat like that it looked like her whole upper body consisted only of massive breasts.
She had her eyes closed, relaxing. Sam’s eyes wandered… as she had sunk down from sitting straight, her shorts had stretched back and tightened over her crotch. Sam could even see where her thighs connected to her hips now. Those shorts suggested a very full mound between Yvette’s legs and the camel toe they parted was just as impressive and evocative.
Sam found himself breathing heavily again when the doorbell rang.
The sound was startling since they had never heard it before. They both jerked to attention.
Yvette was still half dazed, “What was that?”
“I think it’s the neighbours”, Sam said and wearily got to his feet.
Yvette rushed over to the bathroom, trying to get her hair straightened out.
Her shapely ass cheeks were plainly visible as her shorts had ridden up far between them!
Sam walked to the door with heavy steps. He was really tired but didn’t realize it until now.
The all too cheery neighbor couple, Lucas and Georgia greeted him with big smiles and a large bottle of champagne.
“Welcome hooome!” they sang out together.
After getting a quick hug from Georgia they were let in. Sam started making excuses about the mess and pointing out that he didn’t know in which box they kept their champagne glasses, as if he had any, and so on.
Lucas and Georgia didn’t seem bothered at all and Lucas went into their kitchen hunting for glasses.
Georgia invited herself into the living room, “So, where is your lovely wife?” she pondered as she looked around.
“Mom, err.. Yvette is in the bathroom, freshening up”, Sam answered and tried to yawn. As if that would explain his mis-wording.
It seemed that Georgia hadn’t caught it, “Oh… you already broke in your new home, eh?” she insinuated with a cheeky smile and an exaggerated wink.
“What? No.. I mean… “, Sam trailed off. He didn’t feel energized enough for this now.
He felt like he was going to give himself away with every sentence he’d say.
Lucas could be heard from the kitchen, “I found some glasses!”
He came to the living room with four glasses. Two of them were of the same sort and the other two were all different. He gallantly gave the two matching ones to Sam and swiped the champagne bottle from his wife.
They had both changed clothes since the daytime, but Sam was in the same jeans pants and LaCoste t-shirt he’d been wearing all day.
He felt a bit like ‘riff-raff’.
“I’ll get you some chairs”, he said and snuck out to where he’d seen some chairs earlier. Partly because he didn’t feel like unwrapping the other couch yet and partly to just get a moment's pause from the energetic neighbours.
As Sam is carrying in the second chair for their guests his mother comes into the living room.
Sam is truly amazed at how she can do magic with her looks.
She looked hot and sexy before of course, with her clothes in disarray, her tangled and disheveled hair on end.
But now?! She still had her tight, grey top on, but had changed to a sarong covering her legs but still promoting her waist and wide hips. She was barefoot, her make up was in order and she had her lovely brown hair in two long pigtails!
She looked so cute and sexy that Sam had to actively think to close his gaping mouth.
“Hellooo my lovelies!” Yvette exclaimed and pretended to almost have forgotten their names, but made a joke of it instead.
Sam put out the chairs, Lucas poured everyone’s glasses to the brim of bubbly champagne. Sam didn’t know much about champagne, but could guess that this was the flashy kind.
Yvette sat herself down on the couch and Georgie on her chair.
Sam took a seat next to his very hospitable mother as they raised their glasses and took big sips.
The champagne tasted very nice and refreshing. Sam was a bit taken back by how skilled his mom was at hosting guests. Her tiredness from just minutes earlier was nowhere to be seen and she happily chatted away with their neighbours. Which was a good thing. Sam was not as lively and mostly nodded along and laughed at the right moments.
The first few glasses were quickly imbibed as Lucas and Georgia told them everything about the neighbourhood.
The guards patrolling at night, the quality of food at the golf court nearby, the neighbours to keep at arms distance and what flowers are best for the garden.
After a while Sam’s brain felt like slush. The alcohol, the chattering, the whole ordeal of moving, the forbidden thoughts he’s had about his mother lately. It had taken its toll and the guest seemed to notice.
Lucas rose up and gave Sam a hearty slap on the shoulder, “Well, we should leave you to it. You must be tired, eh?”
Their guests left, but not without Georgia making sure she got a tight hug from Yvette.
That was another hot sight to see for Sam. Georgia was a little taller than his mother but apart from Yvette's very curvy figure they were both pretty equally hot. Georgia had a nice rack too and the dress she wore made it easy to tell that she had a bum to match.
Seeing the two women press their voluminous chests together was mouth watering!
The door closed and all went quiet again. Sam and his mother crashed down on their couch. Yvette leaned in on Sam and cuddled his arm under her side boob. She took hold of his hand and pulled their linked hands down to her lap.
As she snuggled up to him more, Sam’s arm was now trapped under her heavy breast and his hand was pressed down over her crotch.
Yvette purred as she softly told him how tired she was. Sam could only nod in agreement, overcome with the arousing feeling of his mother’s sensuous body pressing against his.
He felt his staff growing again…
“But we can’t let this go to waste”, he blurted out and freed himself from the honey trap he was sinking into. Sam sat up and grabbed the bottle of champagne as a means of rescue.
It was heavier than he’d expected. There was plenty left.
He filled their glasses and they leaned back, calmly discussing the day's events. What would need to be unpacked tomorrow and in what order.
Yvette started thinking about what kind of lamps they might need to order and what Sam’s thoughts on this were.
Sam had trouble following along. The feeling of his mother’s soft and sexy body brushing up against his side, her head leaning in on his shoulder now and then, occupied most of his mind.
After a long time they finally managed to finish the champagne. Yvette fell back into the couch as she was trying to stand up.
“Opps… *hickup*.. i think I’m a little tispy…”, she slurred.
“C’mon mom. I’ll help you”, Sam said caringly but was quickly corrected, “Not ‘mom’ love… I’m your *hickup* again* wife, you know…”, Yvette smiled and looked a bit hazy.
Sam pulled her up and held her steady enough to make it to their bedroom.
He felt that the champagne had gotten to him also, but not as much as for his mom.
Once in the bedroom he let Yvette flop onto the bed. It wasn’t really made yet, but they had unpacked and thrown the pillows and blanket on it. Now was not the time to make the bed.
In silent agreement they both crawled onto it and laid down, the blanket half covering them both.
Sam could feel that he was not far from drifting to sleep, but his mother kept squirming beside him. Now and then her breast would push against his arm as she kept turning back and forth.
“What is it.. mo.. wifey”, Sean smiled at himself for remembering and correcting himself.
“I can’t sleep with this top on… it’s too tight”, his mother complained.
Yvette sat up decisively and started tugging at her top.
Her hands were not cooperating and she was grunting and sounding flustered.
“Let me help you”, Sean offered and also sat up in bed.
He didn't think through what his help would entail. If he had, he might’ve been more hesitant to offer it.
He grabbed her top and in one swooshing move peeled it off over her head.
Yvette’s massive boobs were pulled up and as they left her tops restrictions they heavily bounced back onto her body!
The lights were off, but the street light was plenty enough for him to see them and almost have a heart attack.
They were so large. So round. So sexy.
Now he also got a glance of her hard nipples pouting out from the lower part of them!
He envied his younger self for getting to nurse off of them back in the day.
Not in the least bashful about being stripped topless, Yvette said thank you and her upper body fell back onto the bed again. Her breasts bounced and fell slightly to her sides. Still covering almost all of her upper body.
Her twisting and turning had made it so that she was no longer covered by the blanket, it was mostly over Sam now.
After tearing his eyes off her hypnotizing breasts he saw that her sarong had parted somewhat in the front. It was still tied around her waist.
The drunken part of Sam’s lust took charge and he reasoned that it was probably uncomfortable for mom to have that piece of clothing tied so tightly around her waist all night.
The reasonable part of his soul made him hesitate, but not for long.
Yvette was already sound asleep. Her boobs, rising and falling with every breath. Those tempting nipples, still at attention.
Sam slowly undid the knot her sarong was tied with. The textile fell open as it knew his plan.
His mother’s thin black panties presented themselves. The only thing she now was wearing was a pair of thin, black panties. Of course they were laced also. The pattern on the front of them was the type that has flower motifs woven in on almost see-through netting.
They bulged a bit, they seemed full. Some of her mound flesh was trying to make its way outside of the little triangular piece of flimsy textile.
Sam couldn’t really tell, but the panties were so low cut that it was pretty certain that his mother was totally shaven under there.
When her top had come off and her huge breasts came on display to him, Sam had gotten very awake.
But now he felt his mind was dimming again. He felt the drunkenness weighing him down.
He felt like all the blood in his brain was now used to make his dick hard as steel.
He took the opportunity to do the right thing and covered up his mother under their shared blanket. He pulled his own clothes off with a lot of trouble but of course kept his underwear on. He had a pair of designer tanga briefs which now were way too small to hide his boner. The top half of it stuck out against his stomach and had no plan to get back in its covered place.
Sam fell asleep. His mind blurred.
In his dreams, his mother snuggled up to him. Her lips breathing softly on his neck, her steaming thigh laid over his nearly grazing his swollen ball sack and her arm over his chest, softly stroking his pectorals as if her fingers were admiring them in her sleep. He felt her big, soft breast pressed against his arm.
He woke up!
It was still night time. It hadn’t been a dream, His sleeping mother was almost covering him with her sensuous body. He woke up because his dick ached!
It was the hardest it’s ever been in his life. It was so swollen it was no longer able to twitch!
He felt his mother’s thigh pressed against the side of it. Sam was a ‘big boy’ and the whole length of his member went along half of Yvtte’s thigh.
Sam felt like he was gonna explode!
He had to… get release.
He carefully lifted her arm off his chest and then pushed her thigh to the side, freeing his legs.
As stealthily as he could he sat himself up and got out of the bed.
He saw his engorged dick swinging in the pale night light flowing through the window.
These tanga briefs were now a joke. They now only functioned as a cradle for his balls. The rest of all his length was out in the open pointing angrily in an upward angle.
He saw his mother calmly lying there. Her naked back and calm face looked so beautiful.
Sam snuck his way to the bathroom to jerk off. His dick was so extremely hard and sensitive that it only took a few strokes for him to cum! He’d tried to aim it into the hand basin, but it was way too hard to aim anywhere.
After regaining his posture and feeling his dick softening somewhat, he wiped the tiles over the basin clean and snuck back to bed.
He felt cold now. His dick was still not flaccid enough to fully fit back into his small briefs, but at least only half of it hung out now.
He was very glad that his mother was still asleep. It’d be hard to explain this thing away.
When he returned to the bed Yvette was sleeping on her stomach… or as much so as her huge breasts would allow her to. At first he thought that she’d woken up and stripped off her panties, but then saw that she wasn’t totally nude. Her panties were of course string and her very bulbous ass covered most of the string in there.
Damn, she did look hot.
Sam carefully got into bed and Yvette only stirred a little from the movement of the mattress.
He covered them both with the blanket and was asleep in seconds.