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Offering Myself To My Sons

It suddenly dawned on me what a devastating situation I had caused on my son’s life while accidentally seeing what he was doing through his slightly open bedroom door. He was laid on his bed playing with his erect cock while watching his laptop with headphones on. I felt sorry for him; he has had no life since my husband, his father died fifteen years ago. He is now thirty years old and has never been a one for going out with mates or even had a girlfriend to what I know of. I let myself go after his father’s death to the point of hardly going out. Kevin has had to do everything for me outside, from shopping to even getting a job so we could survive. I let myself go in other ways as well, from a curvy size 12 to a larger plump 22, even my 44f bras are straining now. Every morning is a strain pushing and tucking all my flab in to one of my many girdles or bras. My husband liked me to wear girdles and stockings and now it is an essential part of underwear to hide my roly-poly tummy. I stood at Kevin’s door looking at what he was watching and I was totally shocked at what is on the screen, someone very similar to me, big and fat and in stockings. He works his cock good and hard and I find myself getting more curious than annoyed. I watch my first cock in fifteen years explode with f***e then hurry away back to my bedroom before I am seen. I feel ashamed but excited at the same time, its feels so weird. For the next two weeks after our customary kiss and hug before going to ...

... bed, I sneaked back to his door and watched him play with himself. He flicks from one video to another, searching for the perfect woman while pulling himself. The trend is older fatter women and he gives his cock some workout, but nearly always goes back to the same one video to actually cum too. She is very like me in size and shape wearing girdle and stockings and I can tell how it excites him by the first squirt of his cock, then I leave before I am seen. I wonder what has influenced his choice of women, is it with me drying my girdles, bras and stocking on the clotheshorse in the kitchen for all these years? He’s never going to see or sample the real thing while still looking after me and I feel so sorry for that. The best I can do is let him see a little of me and to come up with some sort of a plan. It’s a normal night, had out tea, washed up and now watching the TV before bed “Kevin I have a stiff neck, could you rub it for me and see if that helps” “Ye sure mom” “I have some cream to rub on to it,” I say “Ok” “Fetch a high seat and I will sit on that please love” I stood up while Kevin fetched the dining seat and started to lift the bottom of my jumper up. By now, it was over my eyes but I could see through it and saw Kevin taking in the sight of his fat mother. My big bra strained with bare tit overflowing over the top and pushing out under my arms. “It’s stuck; give me a hand will you” I ask I felt his hand on my back taking my jumper upwards and he pulled it over my ...