Longing for Mother
Aaron sat back and yawned. It was just a quarter past nine, but it felt so much later than that. He was tired, listless, kept company by only the glow of his computer screen. On it, a chubby wolf - allegedly a MILF - gracelessly took a young stallion's fierce bucking up her ass. She yowled and gasped, whimpered and cooed, all as her low-hanging tits tried their best to sag into her armpits.
Down below, Aaron's erection rubbed into the desk through his boxers, and the taut young shark absently ground against the unyielding particle board. It was too early to slide his boxers down and take matters into his own hands; mom was still ambling about the house, and though she usually knocked, she was still in the habit of occasionally coming right in to speak to him. She had not yet caught him masturbating, but a few hurried fumbles to make himself modest dissuaded him from chancing it ever again.
Though he would not outright masturbate yet, Aaron felt safe in palming his meat. He very softly moaned, and he grinned as the fat MILF on his screen howled to her young equine lover, "Ooh shit, ooh fuck, I'm gonna--, I'm gonna cum!"
"Fat babe," Aaron growled under his breath. "I'd bang you like a fucking screen door..."
Even with his headphones on, Aaron heard the bump of his overweight mom's feet on the floor. He moved his lewd hand above the desk and switched off the MILF porn, changing tabs to a benign article about Chinese movie audiences and their effect on the American film industry; he was writing about the subject for school.
Rosa opened the door and peeked inside, squinting her pretty amber eyes in the darkness of Aaron's teenage den. She fumbled for the light switch and flicked it on, then smiled when she saw her handsome son leaning around his monitor.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Rosa said, smiling sweetly and stepping inside. "I wanted to let you know you ought to go take your shower - I was wanting to take one myself, and you know the water heater is pretty expensive to run."
"Yeah," Aaron mumbled, watching his mother. He kept his obscene hips underneath the desk.
Aaron loved and hated it when Rosa wore her nightgown. It covered her big, smooth body fairly well, yet showed quite a sinful amount of leg and had a deep window into her cleavage. Off in his own little world, leering at his mother's fat, feminine body as she absently shifted from foot to foot, he gave only terse yes-and-no answers.
Perhaps realizing her son was not all there, Rosa murmured, "Actually, um, I'll just go take mine first. Okay, sweetie?"
"Okay."
Standing in the door frame, her full behind's curve and crack visible through the thin nightgown, Rosa looked over her shoulder. "You should get out of your room more often, Aaron. You need to make some friends."
"Yeah, mom."
Rosa chuckled and shook her head. She walked off and closed the door behind her, but left the light on.
In the safety of his room, Aaron rolled his chair back from the desk and tugged down his boxers, stuffing their waistband up under his scrotum. His penis - large, pink, and circumcised - throbbed in perverse need. He stroked it slowly, shuddering, thinking of Rosa.
You're so beautiful, mom, Aaron wanted to say to her, brushing her hair aside to fully show her pretty, amber eyes. He could see them now, glistening with taboo lust and love for her oldest child.
He would press his lips to hers. Her lips, in his fantasies, were a little chapped but still lovely. His mother had an urban beauty about her. She was not a supermodel by any means, but to Aaron, she was flawless.
Before Aaron could get himself to a climax, he heard the squeak of the bathroom door, just across the hall. He panicked and stowed his genitals. When the water came on, other ideas occurred to the shark. He was horny, nearly blueballed, and feeling particularly emboldened. He went to the hallway closet, grabbed his towel and washcloth, and lingered around the hallway for a short time before he dared to approach the door. Rosa hummed in the shower and the water noisily splashed across the bottom of the tub and her gleaming, naked body. Aaron shuddered.
The door was ajar. Aaron's tailfin swished, and his grin grew big and wide. He pushed the door ever so slightly open and peeked through with most of his snout. Beneath the steaming hot water, Rosa scrubbed and quietly sung (with a pretty and on-key voice, Aaron noted). It was troublesome to see her through the steam-covered glass of the shower door, but Aaron's imagination did most of the work.
Thankful that his little sister June was away for a sleepover, Aaron pulled back and leaned on the wall. He pulled down his boxers and pulled up on his cock at the same time, freeing that alone, and he started to masturbate. His touch was slow, even languid. It was not his firm hand he was feeling, but his mother's soft fingers. She was kissing him with those loving, slightly dry lips, stroking him. When she broke the kiss she whispered to him, Oh, Aaron, I love you so much. Such a handsome young man.
And Aaron murmured to her, I love you too, mom. You're perfect. He thought of how soft her fat tits must have been, and how he had suckled from them when he was too young to realize what a privilege it was.
"Aaron!?"
The teenager's eyes popped open, wide and sudden. He turned his head and saw Rosa standing half outside the door, wearing another, fresh nightgown. She gazed in shock at his penis, then recoiled into the bathroom. Wanting to play it off as anything but the obvious, she moaned, "Oh--, oh god, Aaron, I'm--! Gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't know! You should--, you can lock your door if you need to..." She stammered off into a nearly mad, flustered babble.
Aaron clenched his teeth and huffed, leaning on the wall. Now she knew; she just had to know that he had been peeping on her.
The young shark swallowed his fear, hiding it under a veneer of suaveness which would, in time, become his trademark. Even then, Aaron was a sociopath through and through. What affection he felt for his mother was self-serving lust.
As Rosa continued to blush and mumble to her son about how masturbation was a natural and fine thing to do, Aaron thrust the door open. Its rubber stopper twanged against the wall, echoing like a gunshot in the tiny bathroom. Rosa shrieked and flinched.
In came Aaron, taller than his mother, looking like an echo of her husband whom had run out when she began putting on weight. Rosa was given pause by the resemblance, and she felt helpless in his presence. The similarity was most prevalent in his cold eyes and the look of dangerous indignity on his face. But then his expression turned to a toothy smile, and his eyes drew half-lidded. He smoothed back his handsome black hair.
"Mother. Oh, mother, mother, mother," Aaron cooed, strutting as coolly as he could up to disheveled, damp Rosa. His erect penis was still exposed, throbbing and wagging side to side, its rhythm always a second behind that of his hips.
Rosa backpedaled, moving clumsily. She stumbled over the toilet, barking her shin against it, and she yelped as she went down. Aaron shook his head and tried to help her up but she let loose with a frightened sound and pushed away from him, in the process batting her chubby fingers against his exposed penis.
The mother shark managed to scrape past Aaron and backed out of the bathroom, but her son pinned her suddenly against the opposite wall of the hallway. Leaning over her, smiling in his delusional coolness, Aaron pushed a kiss on his mother. Rosa's lips were softer than he'd ever realized; but they were lifeless, too, because Rosa wouldn't kiss back. She took the smooch and trembled.
"Aaron," she whimpered.
"Shh. Shh. Just let it happen, mom," he cooed, softening his smile by pursing his lips. Gently he stroked her cheek, which was damp with tears and humidity from the shower.
Rosa pulled away but could only press herself into the wall. Aaron continued to pet and caress her, but her breaking point came when she felt his erection prodding her belly through the nightgown. "No!" she shrieked, breaking out into sobs and shoving his shoulders with almost no leverage, and therefore little force. "This is wrong, Aaron!"
"Mom, come on," Aaron puffed, frowning. He grabbed her biceps. He was quite a strong young man, but so was Rosa a very stout woman under all her fat. Bawling, she shook off Aaron's grip and smacked him with an open palm.
The strike resonated dully in the cramped hall. It brought a moment of peace, Aaron rubbing his reddened cheek in awe and Rosa holding her breath. The respite gave way when Aaron, thrilled by his mother's feistiness, snatched a fat tit in one hand and her hair with the other.
Rosa screamed. Aaron groped harshly into her tit and at the same time ripped apart the delicate material of her nightgown, exposing her smooth gut and low-hanging breasts in the jagged rend. "Give it up, just fucking--, just let it happen!" he barked. His cock throbbed savagely, dribbling pre into the carpet.
Aaron took his mother down to the floor and she landed on her back, suddenly little more than a graceless heap of blubber heaving with irregular sobs.
Huffing in lust and grinning ear to ear, Aaron ripped off the rest of the nightgown, exposing beautiful naked hide. He knelt between her chubby legs and stroked reverently across her belly before he ran his hands over her breasts.
"God, you're beautiful," Aaron grunted. "You're perfect, everything I ever wanted..."
"Aaron, good god," Rosa bleated. "Please, stop this."
Sounding like the hormonal teenager he was, Aaron groaned, "Mom, come on. I want this so badly." Backing up his peculiar whims with resolve, however, Aaron slid his hands down under the shelf of her belly and across the smooth mound of her muff. He felt her supple pussylips, the very same labia which he had passed some sixteen years ago. He trembled. "Fuck, it's so hot..."
That Aaron was touching her genitals was simply unreal to Rosa. She froze in place and her sobbing chundered off into what sounded like rapid, sharp hiccups. "Duh--, don't! What the hell is the matter with you!?" Rosa helplessly cried.
Briefly, Aaron slipped two fingers past Rosa's supple cuntlips. The moisture within was staggering, though her vaginal walls clenched to defy him. Aaron told himself that he wished not to defile mother with his dirty fingers, yet the simpler truth was that he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. He yanked his cumbersome shorts off the rest of the way and draped himself over his hapless mother.
By grinding against his mother, Aaron made himself moan. Rosa was much more noisy, whimpering and thrashing, smacking her elbows and heels on the floor in defiance.
Licking his sharp teeth, Aaron ground against Rosa's pussy until his member notched into the folds. Rosa tensed and sobbed once, very sharply. As Aaron pressed forth into the cunt which had birthed him, he let out a long, shuddering moan. A smile which was as evil as it was gratified settled on his handsome face.
"Oh my god," Aaron puffed, coming to rest balls-deep inside of his sobbing mother. He met her eyes, their two amber gazes coming together in some twisted semblance of romance; then he kissed her, yet another facsimile of something sweet. He did not slip her the tongue, finding that too vulgar. "I love you, mom," he moaned.
"Aaron," she sniffed. "Please don't do this to me, I treated you right, I never--, I didn't a raise a fucking monster!"
For a moment, Aaron was shaken by what his mother had screamed in his face. In his twisted logic, he decided that she would enjoy it; she was just hesitant and confused. Coming to grips with getting off on making love to your own son was a bitter pill to swallow. Aaron forgave her for the outburst and pecked her on the cheek. "Tell me you love me," he said firmly, speaking with no desperation.
Defiant and in fact questioning having ever loved the thing which was raping her, Rosa started to helplessly puff and sob again. Then Aaron began grinding, crushing his loins into her fat mound. She screamed.
"Gawd, this is everything I ever wanted," Aaron reiterated, speaking from a place of profane bliss. He pulled back and slowly pushed in again. His mother's clenching vaginal walls should have felt unwelcoming and angry, but to Aaron, it was like smooth, damp silk massaging him. His tailfin swayed repetitively, swatting against the floor now and then. Rosa's was stiff as a ramrod, and the rest of her body was largely paralyzed in fear and revulsion.
Slowly, with an air of lurid affection, Aaron dragged his tongue over one of Rosa's teardrop-shaped breasts. He flicked the tip of his tongue across the nipple which was stiff from her turmoil.
When Aaron kissed the nipple and gave it a suck, Rosa shrieked, and her defiance was renewed. Thinking less and less of Aaron as her beloved son, she lashed out with all her strength, trying to punch and swipe at the teenager. Aaron juked and Rosa's fist grazed across his cheek. He grinned wide at the fight she was putting up but shut it down immediately by snapping up both wrists. Rosa bawled as she was rendered helpless once again.
Ramming into his mother's cunt with the blatant intent to get off, Aaron crowed to her, "I've wanted to do this for so long, mom."
Shrieking, whimpering, and sore from clenching down to resist Aaron, Rosa screamed to the point that her voice broke, "Stop, please! I beg of you! Aaron!!"
But the young man was deaf to her pleas, and he made her realize just how evil he was when he moaned to her, "You'll start liking it. You will... You and I, we'll be together."
"No, no, no, no, no!" Rosa bleated, repeating it again and again, every syllable more frenetic than the last. She started to choke in her sobs.
What had been a smooth, subtle droning moan from Aaron was roughing up, becoming a sordid grunt. His balls were tightening, his penis throbbing all the more sharply, milked by Rosa's perfect cunt. Still holding her wrists apart and squeezing them tightly enough to bruise the hide, Aaron huffed, "I'm about to cum. God, you're amazing. Just so incredible, I love you so much..."
"If you loved me," Rosa trembled, "you wouldn't be doing this to me! To your own mother!"
However, Aaron was so overcome with pleasure that he could simply not bring himself to further praise his flawless mother, nor condemn her for refusing to admit her feelings. Letting out with a groan which had been in the making for all of his confused puberty, Aaron started to cum. He buried his shaft inside of her when the first spurt came and therefore spread his slop along the floor of her vagina. The rest was shot deep inside of her, but was quickly ushered out by her pulsing, uncooperative muscles, leaving her leaking his mess even as the teenager was still depositing it.
For Rosa, though her vaginal muscles were automatically defiant, she was disabused of her will to fight when she realized her son had had an orgasm. Sniffling, whimpering, inelegantly sucking snot, Rosa could not have looked nor sounded more unappealing but Aaron was utterly enamored. He kissed her lips, licked her teary cheek, and cupped her fat breasts.
"I love you, mom," he cooed. "I love you so much... Tell me you love me."
"I can't, Aaron, I just can't," Rosa whined.
"Say it, it's on the tip of your tongue," said Aaron, speaking gently.
It was an admission of defeat despite how phony her words were, but Rosa quietly said to her boy, "I love you." She thought of him when he was still young, tugging on her shirt while she mixed cake batter. She was still slim then, though her belly was plumping up with what would later be June, Aaron's little sister. It was that innocent, giggling iteration of Aaron which she thought of to force the words out. The beast which was draped across her, sweaty and smelling of young, rank masculinity, was not her boy.
Eventually Aaron got up off of her and even helped her to her feet. He smiled warmly and kissed her lips, then went and took a shower of his own. Rosa sat in the living room, naked and messy, and stared at the blank screen of the television set.
When Aaron later emerged from the shower, he seemed like a changed man. And man was the correct term: he had a new swagger in his step. He had lost his virginity and become the man of the house. Rosa refused to look at him, but Aaron gave her little choice, leaning down close to her to kiss her cheek.
"Don't!" Rosa yowled, threatening to cry again. Yet even as she trembled and whimpered, Aaron shushed her patronizingly and slid his arms around her. Cupping a breast and kissing her neck, he offered her perverse comfort. In spite of herself, Rosa ultimately pressed against Aaron.
The phone rang. Aaron held Rosa a moment longer, then kissed her between the eyes and tutted, "I'll get it, mom. Why don't you go get dressed? Even as much as I'd hate for you to put that beautiful body away."
Aaron's remark made Rosa grit her teeth and cry even more.
All Rosa could hear of the phone call was Aaron's half of it. She listened only half-heartedly, not intending to eavesdrop.
"Hi, yeah - hello, Mrs. Wellings. Nah, my mom's, ah," he glanced over his shoulder and smiled, "not feeling well, she's lying down. But is everything okay? Is June being good?"
A pause. Aaron listened intently, punctuating his silence with mutterings of mhm? yeah? and other such acknowledgments.
Aaron took point again. "Well, if she wants to come home, that's okay," he laughed. "I used to get into fights with my friends too." Another pause, this one shorter. In it, Rosa heard polite laughter on the other end of the line. Aaron laughed again too. "Oh, yeah - for sure. They'll be buddies again tomorrow. Well, it's late - I don't want her to walk home on her own. I'll be by in a bit, just have her ready for me."
Off the phone, Aaron stepped up to Rosa and put his hand on her shoulder. He was wearing only his towel; when Rosa looked at him, she was thankful not to see his penis again. "June had a little argument with Chrissie. I'm gonna head over there and walk her home."
"Okay," Rosa numbly said. "Um. Take--, take a flashlight. Wear something with bright colors." She spoke automatically, as if all emotion had been wrung from her.
"Mhm! I'll take care, mom." Aaron walked off to his room, coming back fully dressed, wearing the handsome bomber jacket his uncle had bought him with a jarring lime green shirt underneath. His hair was tied back in a fetching ponytail, his expression was calm and even, and for one terrible moment, Rosa thought my son is a good-looking man.
"Be back soon," said the teenager after giving Rosa a kiss on the cheek. He touched her breast. It was a glancing rub, and Rosa chose not to react to it. However, when Aaron left, Rosa broke down in tears. She was not up to greet June when her children returned.