When I was little, I thought all parents fought like my parents. As I got older, I realized that constantly yelling at each other wasn’t normal nor was making insulting comments about one another in front of other people. My parents made themselves miserable, they made me miserable, and they made other people around them uncomfortable.
It wasn’t a surprise to me that things finally boiled over. One evening my father handed my mother a divorce decree. He walked down the hallway with his suitcase and stopped at my bedroom. I don’t remember what he said but I remember thinking that both of them would be happy in the end.
After my father left, I went to my parent’s bedroom. My mother was clutching the divorce paperwork in her hands sobbing. I knocked on the door frame and asked, “Mom can we talk?”
She pointed a finger towards the door and said, “Leave.”
I walked back to my bedroom and played video games for a while before going to sleep. The following morning I went down to the kitchen. My mother was making breakfast. She had on an old frayed nightgown that she had worn for years. I didn’t say anything to her. I watched her cook in front of the stove. My mom never wore a bra underneath her nightgown because it was too uncomfortable to sleep with one on. Every morning I would watch her cook breakfast for my Dad and me.
Sometimes her nipples were placid, other mornings they were erect and poking out of her nightgown. She didn’t have huge or fake breasts like the ones I would see on the internet. They were a decent handful. In the summertime when we had parties at our house, my mom got quite a few stares from guys in her two piece bathing suit.
My mom made me a plate and a plate for herself. We ate in silence for a while. I snuck glances at her face. There were bags under her eyes and her hair was messed up. My mom broke the silence by saying, “Son, I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday.”
I replied, “It’s not your fault mom. The divorce is a chance for a new beginning for you.”
My mom broke down in tears in front of me. I wiped away her tears with a napkin. My mom pulled me close to her and hugged me. I felt the warmth of her breasts against me. I think the talk and the hug made her feel better. She managed a small smile as she cleared the dishes off the table.
I watched her rinse off the dishes in the sink and place them into the dishwasher. Her breasts swayed freely underneath her nightgown. I started to fantasize about what her breasts looked like and how they tasted if I sucked on one of her nipples. I looked down into my lap at the erection I had formed. Part of me was angry at myself for thinking of my mother in such a perverted manner. The other part of me wanted to sample the forbidden fruit underneath my mother’s nightgown.
I wish I hadn’t thought of the analogy of forbidden fruit. I imagined my mother’s breasts as fruit hanging off a tree ready for harvesting. All I had to do was peel away the protective outer layer and pop it into my mouth. My mom’s voice brought me back to reality. She asked, “Is everything alright son? You’ve been staring at me for the past minute.”
My mom was standing besides me with her hand on my shoulder. Her breasts were so close to my face that I could bend forward and seize one of them with my mouth. I was so embarrassed at being caught staring at her that I pulled my shirt over my erection and mumbled, “Nothing is wrong. I was daydreaming.”
I went upstairs to my room. My mom went to her room and got ready for work. She poked her head into my room to say goodbye. My mom drove to the broadcast station where she worked as a news anchor. The station manager called my mother into his office and closed the shades. He motioned my mother to sit down.
The station manager said, “Victoria I called you into my office to discuss the renewal of your contract with this station. Your viewer ratings have been steadily going down. This is a cut throat business especially for women. The owners have a young lady in mind to replace you.”
My mother was no fool. She had been around broadcast news too long. She asked, “What do I have to do to raise my ratings.”
The station manager said bluntly, “The young lady that is going to replace you has smaller tits than you do. I want you to start going braless on the nightly newscast. Unbutton your blouse so you are showing off more cleavage.”
My mother was angry that her job was being threatened because she wasn’t young anymore. She held back the unfairness of the situation and said, “I’ll do it.”
She went into the bathroom and removed her bra. My mom sat down in the make up chair staring at her reflection while the stylist worked on her. She asked herself silently, “So this is what is has come down to. I have to show off my breasts to keep my job.”
My mother walked over to the set after her stylist was done. The stage hand did a backward count as the teleprompt came alive. The cameraman kept a tight focus on Victoria per the station manager’s instructions. He thought to himself, “Look at those tits.”
I always watched my mom on television. When I tuned in for that evenings broadcast, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. With the high definition broadcast, I counted the goose bumps around her nipple and how long her hard nipple extended through her silk blouse.
After the stage hand signaled the broadcast was completed, my mother did some paperwork at her desk and went home. The station manager looked at the preliminary market share and saw that the nightly broadcast share had jumped significantly.
On the way home from work my mother let her emotions out. She started crying as she entered the freeway off ramp towards our house. By the time she pulled into the garage and walked into the house she was sobbing. I saw her run past my room with her bra in her hand.
I followed her into her bedroom. She threw her bra at the wastebasket and missed. My mom went inside her gigantic walk in closet and started to toss all of her bras toward the wastebasket. She turned towards me with tears streaming down her face and asked, “Did you see me on television tonight?”
I nodded my head. My mom continued, “How did you like seeing your braless mother on television? Everyone saw that broadcast! I have to show my tits to keep my job.”
My mom buried her face in her hands and sobbed, “I’m a whore.”
I took my mom into my arms and hugged her. At the far end of the walk in closet there is a full length mirror. I turned my mother around so that she stood in front of it. I reached around and massaged her nipples through her silk blouse. I expected a smack across the face. Instead, my mom kept her face in her hands for a minute or two. She looked at the reflection in the mirror.
I was standing behind her playing with her breasts through her blouse. I whispered into her ear, “You have beautiful breasts mom. You should never be ashamed of them. Look down at your feet. All of those bras you threw onto the floor just hid your breasts.”
My moms face contorted a little and then asked, “You think I’m beautiful?”
I replied, “Yes.”
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then slipped it off her shoulders. Her breasts felt as warm and soft as I fantasized. I turned her around and nursed off of her for a while. My mom must’ve been getting excited because she turned around towards the mirror. She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She bent forward and offered herself to me.
I entered her with no problem. She was already well lubricated. My mom and dad got into a big fight when they first moved in to our house. My mom insisted that the full length mirror and bright lighting be installed in her walk in closet. My dad pointed out that the master suite had six mirrors already. My mom held her ground and got her way. I’m glad she did. I could see her face in the mirror and watch her tits bounce around erratically as I fucked her. I get annoyed at cameramen who film adult movies when they don’t spend enough time focusing on the actresses tits bouncing around.
I feel that is the best part of the movie. My mom took me by surprise when she pulled my penis out of her and spun around. She put my cock into her mouth and swallowed my entire load. My mom cleaned up the mess she made with her sticky cum by licking me clean.
A cat cleans its fur by preening. It licks itself clean. My mom reminded me of a giant cat in heat. When she was done, her saliva evaporated from my pubic area leaving me clean. I returned the favor by inverting her (she is a petite woman) licking her hairy labia. The problem was that my tongue kept making her excited. The more I preened her, the more milky cum she produced.
I don’t know how much of her cum I swallowed, but it was a lot. She climaxed about six times before she finally stopped squirting her cum onto my face and mouth. I stood her right side up. My mom saw that my face and hair was covered with cum. She licked me clean.
I helped her pick up all of her bras that were on the floor and straightened up her closet. We took a shower together and then slept in our separate beds. The following morning everything seemed normal. The broadcast station renewed her contract for another two years. She didn’t mention what we did in her closet the other night. I figured it was just an emotional release.
I had to work the late shift. When I got home my mother was sitting on the marble floor in the entry way like a cat completely nude. I shut the door quickly so none of the other neighbors would see her. She started preening herself by licking her own nipples. She extended her right leg onto the wall and started to clean her hairy pussy. When she was younger, my mom was a state champion gymnast. She exercises daily and still maintains her flexibility.
My biggest concern was all the glass windows on our house. I never did like that feature. Anyone could look into our house and see my mother licking her own pussy in front of me. I said, “Mom lets go upstairs into your bedroom. I don’t want anyone seeing you.”
She responded by saying, “Meow, meow.”
I didn’t have a cat treat on me but I did have a laser pointer on my keychain. As soon as my mom saw the light, she tried to pounce on it. I shined the laser onto the stairs and watched as she climbed them on her hands and knees. When she reached the top of the stairs I picked her up into my arms and rubbed her bare bottoms. I whispered into her ear, “You are such a good kitty.”
My mom let out a deep purr as I carried her into her bedroom. We took turns preening each other in the 69 position. Treating my mother like a cat may seem weird to some people but it’s her way of releasing pent up emotions. It’s a hell of a lot healthier than doing drugs or trying to find a solution to her problems at the bottom of a bottle.
I bought a pink leash at a pet store. When the stress starts to get to my mom, she waits patiently on the marble floor by the door until I get home. Sometimes when I open the door, there is small puddle of milky cum on the expensive travertine tile. I make her lick it up.
I put her leash on her and take her for a walk on the property we have in the back of the house. She likes to have her hairy pussy rubbed while she crawls along the grass. I know she is enjoying the walk when she starts to purr loudly.