Chapter 2 : Pleasant Park and Discussion

As the Benz cruised by leisurely , you stared aimlessly at the peculiarly empty city side walk , the warm , gentle heat of the recently purchased sushi and dumplings radiating outwards, warming both your loins and thighs which they sat in. Your face was still slightly flushed with embarrassment, as you recalled events prior.

You had just entered the small restaurant ,quite unassumingly at that , only for your mother's ridiculously erotic form to capture the attention of both employee and patron alike as usual , more so considering how tightly her outfit clung to her tantalizing shape. Their eyes focused either on her ample engorged busom , whose shape greedily took up most of the fabric of her close fitting blouse , jostling up and down enticingly and with noticeable heft in every 'clack' of her heels , threatening to burst free from their cotton confines , revealing their fat , round , full, enlarged goodness as they pushed against the clothing stretching it to its absolute limit or her wide, thick, bloated backside, whose sea of supple , bubbly ass fat spilled forward and burgeoned tightly against the already strained pencil skirt, wobbling and jiggling up and down, side to side invitingly , no wantingly , demanding any onlookers full attention, with each sensual sway of her broad baby factory hips. Some tried to hide their lewd intentions by stealing quick glances and then looking away. Others stared unabashedly, without a care in the world what others , or the object of their lustful gaze might think or say. One patron even seemed to be licking their lips, hell you could see a group of construction workers poorly conceal their attempts at stealing quick photos unbeknownst to your mother, huddling in glee to see who go the best shot of her fat ass.

Placing your order , you could tell the scruffy looking cashier , deliberately took long to write down and place your orders . Drinking in the clearly visible outline of your mom's plump milk tanks, begging and groaning to be released, nearly overflowing out of their almost skintight prison , ready to burst free any moment. He probably wished one of her fat tits would pop free and land right in his mouth to suckle. Even after taking your orders he took rather long to give it to the chef , probably because he was nursing a healthy erection at this point , it was pretty common every time any male saw your mother's bimbo and beyond proportions, something you could never get used.

Luckily this attention you were getting seemed to dissipate as you both sat down to wait for your order, the table you chose obscuring most of her errogenous features. However, that didn't seem to stop the whispers , which in your experience mainly consisted of a little too personal locker room talk , wondering if she's some famous exotic pornstar or whore, whose the blonde kid with her and discussing their chances of getting her phone number or pounding her gigantic ass senseless. After what felt like a small awkward eternity , that consisted of you twiddling your thumbs and your mother responding to business call after business call , you final got your order and were relived to leave. Even then you could still feel the horny gazes of the occupants of the restaurant, hungrily following your mother on the way out.

This was a rather frequent occurrence anytime you found yourself out and about with her and probably a minutely occurrence anytime your mom so much as set a foot outside the house. Still despite its recurrence you have yet to acclimate to it and doubt you ever will. On one hand your kind of proud your mom is such a bombshell and not the stereotypical matronly , portly image of a mother in her forties , a figure undoubtedly due to great genetics and a killer workout routine, but on the other hand you detest the amount of attention it brings . What baffles you even more so , is the fact that your mother doesn't seem to notice just how much lustful stares she brings , with her thickset baby making hips , massive, tender , full breasts and large , round, juicy ass you'd only see in rap videos. Part of you wishes she was just that innocent and that despite her intelligence and wealth of knowledge she's still quite fresh when it comes to such things and not that she's just gotten used to it and phased it out over the years. After a couple more minutes of mulling these thoughts over you decide to simply push them in the back of your mind , and be content that you get to spend the rest of the afternoon with your mother , a rare occurrence.

Following a few more minutes of leisurely cruising , you both arrived at your destination. Getting out you were relived to notice the park was quite empty save for an early afternoon jogger, and a portly homeless man who seemed to be asleep on a park bench opposite of the entrance. The park as the name suggests was quite pleasant, consisting of a large well kept pond directly in its center with a few ducks swimming in it , well groomed greenery , and park benches , tables and ornamental trees and shrubs interspliced around the slightly worn concrete sidewalk that travelled the entirety of its landscape. You both strolled lackadaisically along the park's walkway , carefully surveying the terrain for the perfect table to sit, chat and eat , through out the entire ordeal your mother's ass and breasts swayed pendulously , bobbing up and down , with each fling of her hips and distinctive clack of her heels. You couldn't tear your eyes away from such an enchanting view , on any other day , you'd have just ignored it and moved on but considering events prior and her snug choice of outfit , you were hyper aware. You could swear if it were not due to the summer heat , you could hear her buttons crying out for help as her swollen udders lurched against them following each step , jumping up and down and swaying lightly side to side , sending ripples through the tight , supple flesh of her enlarged globes. A sight made even more prominent not just by her near skin tight blouse but even more so by her excessive perspiration , which caused her blouse to stick even more erroneously to the lewd shape of her full tanks, their modesty only protected by the increasingly apparent bright image of her lacey red bra hugging them in place. You thanked the good one above , that you were mostly alone , you don't think you could've handled your mother putting on such an unintentional , yet sinfully lubricous display in a crowded park , or deal with her image popping up again on Fastbok pages and Senddit forums or other not so safe for work sites related to thicc fucking MILFS. You almost died the last time you saw one , even thought it was a rather unassuming photo of her walking alongside and chatting with a co-worker, though due to her ridiculous proportions anything your mom did was hardly mundane and could easily be perceived with perverted desire.

Following a minute or two more , of casual strolling , you decided the venue for today would be a blue table , almost directly opposite of the park entrance , shaded gently by a large green Maple tree. You both walked up and took a seat your mother's large breast flopping downwards with noticeable weight as she did , wobbling for a brief second afterward. You swore if they were any larger , heavier or fuller, hanging any lower, they'd have a nice resting spot on the table top.

" So , I was thinking , your first choice should be Roxford University's Biomedical Engineering Degree. They are quite distant , being halfway across the world in the United Monarchy , but their education system is far superior to anyone else." Your mother stated almost commandingly , as she parted her full red lips to begin to place a bite of sushi inside.

Straight to business, you thought to yourself.

" Yeah I'm well aware, but I was thinking somewhere a bit more close to home. Where I can visit anytime I wanted and check in from time to time. Hartfeld University offers the same degree , and while their not as good as Roxford their still highly accredited." You responded trying your best to make your case.

While she is right , Roxford far surpasses Hartfeld, your rather overprotective of your mother , and given her rather cold nature , fear that you'll be leaving her all alone without so much as a soul to speak to . Hartfeld is still an incredibly prestigious school and is in your home country off the Unified States allowing you to visit whenever you need to or feel like.

Your mom's face took on a slight scowl as she finished chewing and opened her mouth to speak once more.

" And why would you choose Hartfeld when there is clearly a better choice available. If it's me your concerned about , don't be , your mom can handle herself just fine. It's your education you should worry about." She replied , rather aggressively as she pointed her wooden chopsticks in your direction admonishingly.

Ice cold as usual you thought. You can't help but feel a slight sting from her choice of words. Once again her struggle with empathy comes into play , she fails to understand the cause for your concern and your love for her. You open your mouth once more to begin pleading your case , but are quickly shot down as your mother begins to speak over you.

" Jason , this isn't up for debate . You need to get the best education possible if your gonna succeed in this ever expanding and competitive world. I've seen it with my own eyes.... just how cut throat you have to be to stay on top. And that all starts with a good foundation." Your mother lectured , with a fair amount of emotion more than she usually does, her motherly tone beginning to highlight itself.

You grimaced and hung your head slightly in defeat , there was no arguing with her when she got like this . While you do understand that she simply wants what is best for you , she cant seem to understand you have feelings too. Following a few minutes of solemn silence , interspliced with the sound of chewing and the occasional vibration from your mom's business phone , the stillness was broken by a loud sigh from your mother.

" Look honey , I know you just graduated highschool and things still seem so new , fresh and confusing to you and how difficult it is is to fly the coop to some foreign country so early. In addition I know how overbearing and pushy I can be , but ...... I just want you to know everything I've done , every sacrifice I made was simply because I want the best for you........... I know I don't say it enough but I love you and am so proud of the fine young man you've become." Your mother cooed, her voice over flowing with maternal love and affection , a truly rare sight indeed , you almost fell out your seat being so unaccustomed to it.

You raised your head from your sullen stupor , locking eyes with your mother. Her bespectacled chocolate brown irises were brimming with emotion and shaking slightly as you stared at each other deeply for a few passing moments , awaiting the other to break the renewed quietude. You felt a warm wave of heat wash over you , your mother hadn't become quite so expressive and maternal with you for quite some time, making you realize just how starved you had been for overt maternal affection and recognition from your sole parent, you felt tears begin to well in your eyes .

" Thanks Mom, I love you too ." You replied equally as endearingly , a large smile spreading across your face as a few tears of joy trickled down your cheeks.

Your mother in turn responded by reaching over and clasping you with both her arms pulling you into a tight embrace. The swiftness of the motion causing her burgeoning breasts to send the first few buttons atop her white blouse to their doom, causing a generous volume of tender , supple white cleavage to spill out of the newly formed neckline , leaving quite an ample view of her mountainous bosom and the frilly tips of her red brassiere. Your mothers engorged melons radiated a gentle warmth , they were soft and because of the sweat quite sticky , your were being smothered it felt like you were sinking into stack of melting marshmallows as you were pressed tightly into her enlarged funbags , sinking into a sea of succulent, supple flesh. It almost reminded you of when you used to suckle on them , you wonder for a brief moment if your mother would have decided to have even more children , just how ridiculously huge, full and lewdly hung would they be , maybe even below her waist at that point.

For any other male this would be incredibly stimulating and erotic , but for you it was heavenly to feel the tender warmth of your mother's physical affection. And though you had not convinced her to let you stay in country , you were happy she at least showed she understood and cared in a more noticeable manner. You wish this moment could last forever , life however hectic it seemed at the moment was good and about to get better.