I'm Obsessed With My Curvy Mom Kajol! 02

The son gives in to the temptation and jerks off to his mother Kajol.

Mom picked me up from school as she usually did, in her navy BMW X7. I was always appreciative of her taking time to do this, even when her schedule was packed. She insisted that she always wanted to be available for me, no matter what. She also always bought me a hot snack to eat for the trip, because traffic was brutal around this time. She really is the best Mom ever – so thoughtful and caring, innocent and...

My thoughts trailed off, back to that stupid filthy group I accidentally joined last night. They spoke as if they knew her, but really they didn't! My mother wasn't some kind of lusty seductress. She was Mom!

"Everything okay, sweetie? You seem distracted," she noticed.

I nodded subtly, without even looking in her direction. She tousled my hair and laughed.

"Such a serious young man," she continued.

I glared at her in an exaggerated, playful manner and stuck my tongue out slightly. This was the first time I had looked towards her during the car journey; I hadn't noticed the tight black bodycon dress she was wearing. She must have come straight from some kind of event. I slyly looked her up and down while her eyes were on the road. There was no cleavage since it was a high-neck dress, but the dress clung very tightly to her chest, and the outline of her large breasts was clearly visible. Looking down, I saw that her thighs and calves were on full display, her milky skin as smooth as a baby's bottom, and completely hairless.

I caught myself with my mouth open and starting to drool again. Before she could notice, I stuffed the samosa she brought for me into my mouth, almost eating it entirely in one bite.

"My munchkin's hungry, huh? Hehe," she laughed.

Yes, but for something entirely different, I thought. I tried to distract myself by looking out the window.

"Mom, have you met many fans? Like guy fans?" I asked.

"Sure I have. Why do you ask, honey?" she replied.

"What were they like?"

"Oh, just the usual men, y'know? I will tell you though, some are very creepy. Especially the ones pointing their mobile phone cameras everywhere. They make me feel very self-conscious." She subtly pulled her dress down to cover her thighs a little as she said this, without much success; they were much too thick.

"I guess that makes sense. You were such a huge star, and not all fans can be the same. I'm sure there are some guys that totally worship you, Mom," I said, peering out the window again.

"Oh c'mon sweetie, I'm sure they have hot new actresses to pine over nowadays, rather than your old mom!" She chuckled. I looked back and noticed she was blushing. She really was so naive and innocent. My eyes drifted down again, and for a moment I was hypnotised by her jiggling thighs as we hit bumpy roads. I tried to shake it off and distract myself from my growing boner, to no avail. Why was I having these thoughts about my own mother now? Why hadn't I noticed her curves before? I ruminated on these thoughts as we reached home.

As she parked the car in the garage, I got out and darted to my room and adjoining bathroom before she could see the tent I was pitching in my groin. That would be very awkward to explain.

"I've made your favourite butter chicken, if you're hungry!" she shouted after me. I told her I wasn't and would eat it later tonight and to have dinner without me.

I reached my room and took off my uniform. The oozing precum from my hardened member was threatening to completely soil my underwear, leaving behind sticky white blotches. I quickly headed to the bathroom, phone in hand, with a towel wrapped around my lower half. As soon as I got in, I opened up Mom's Instagram without thinking. Luckily for me, she had uploaded photos from her event earlier today. It looked like a charity event, though that didn't matter much to me. I just needed to see her in that tight dress. I flicked through the photos with one hand while jerking my dick with the other, faster and faster.

"Fuck, Mommy, you're so hot," I whispered, moaning her name. "Mommy"; I hadn't called her that in years. But right now it didn't matter. She was my mommy, and I was about to cum while looking at her photos. It didn't take long. One particular photo of her sitting cross-legged on the stage next to an interviewer pushed me over the edge, her thighs looking extra thick. I closed my eyes and imagined biting into them, licking them, smearing them in my excessive precum. Just as I fantasised about doing that, I started spraying cum everywhere, all while saying "Mommy" over and over again. It felt like bliss, and I remember the last time I came to hard and so much. It landed on the bathroom tile floor, so it was very easy to clean up. Surprisingly, I didn't feel guilty using my own mother as jerk-off material. It felt rather empowering, strangely. I knew then a line had been crossed which could not be uncrossed.