BBW Mom Helen's Discovery Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

BBW Mom Helen's Discovery Pt. 02

... amazed that she didn't have to coax that last part out of him.

"Oh." Helen thought how to proceed. She wanted to hear more about his fascination with larger women, but didn't want to push it. She also had other, hidden thoughts that even she didn't want to entertain. It had been a lonely year.

"Well," she said, "This is America. Another bigger girl is probably just around the corner. Do you want some wine, dear?"

She stood, and he blatantly inspected her body. He wasn't really being sneaky, at all. He also didn't seem to be taking any sneaky photos.

"Only if you are," he said.

They poured glasses, and chatted some more.

After dinner, they sat on the couch together, watching bad Christmas movies.

"I tried dating," Helen said suddenly.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, turning towards her, giving her his full attention.

"It went...fine. But nobody worth a damn."

"Sorry, Mom. We don't have much luck, do we?"

He smiled. That perfect smile of his. So warm, and loving.

"You're handsome, you can get anybody you want. I'm not everybody's cup of tea."

"Look," he said, "I might be a little buzzed, but...if you weren't my mom..."

She kept her eyes locked on him, breath stuck in her throat.

"Jesus," he said, laughing nervously, "can't believe I almost finished that sentence. I must be drunk, otherwise--"

"I found your laptop."

She wasn't aware she had said it out loud, until he said, "What?"

Why did she say that? What was wrong with her? Why was ...

... she bringing this up now? She knew, but couldn't admit it.

"Last year...I found the photos on your laptop."

He looked a little pale. His smile was gone.

"And..."

She was about to blow up her whole life.

"And I was awake that night. When you--"

"Fuck," he whispered. He looked like he was about to have a panic attack. Before he could, she continued.

"Gary, don't be upset. What I wanted to tell you, is that...I'm not mad. I'm actually..."

He looked at her with quivering lips.

"I liked it."

There. There it was. She fucking loved that her son had done that. That he liked her body enough to break that unwritten taboo. Well, it was probably written lots of places. But...

"What?" He stared at her, confused.

"Gary, I know that it's...fucked up." She didn't often swear in front of him. "You know it too. But...can we talk about it?"

The tension was palpable.

"Mom, I...don't think I can."

"Tell me about the pictures. I want to know what you like about me so much."

He took a deep, shuddering breath. He stared at his knees while he began to explain.

"I just...sorta...started one day. I did it for no reason, just taking a photo. But I looked at it, and something just sort of...clicked. I liked...your body. Your curves. I knew it was wrong. But I took more. I couldn't stop, it became a...thing."

"And you...used them," she said, "to...?"

She already knew that he did, but he wanted him to say it.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"It's okay," ...