Fallen Mother: Chapter 1 : Setting The Stage

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Good day beloved reader, a few things before we begin:

Firstly , this is my first ever story I have ever published when it comes to porn, as such I am seeking , any input you may have on my work. Don't hesitate to inform me on what you liked / didn't liked , what you think I could improve on and especially what you'd like to see next , so long as it falls within what I can write of course.

Secondly , this story has some very dark and mature themes even for a porn , that may not be some readers cup of tea. Nothing too , but just enough that they might turn some one off, something I'd very much like to avoid as a porn writer. The story also has a very slow start and a lot of characterization , build up and teasing before the main events start , so if that isn't your cup of tea either, I'm advising you at the start.

Lastly , the story deals with a lot off niche themes , most of which I am into others not so much , but I still included them as I felt they played an integral part in the story I envisioned. They mainly include NTR of Mom , , pregnancy , weight gain, victims perspective , that sort of shit.

Now without further ado lets get on with the show.

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You trudged your feet forward one after the other in a manner akin to being in a trance. The suns warm, shimmering yellow rays beating down on your sun kissed face, as you stared aimlessly at the towering concrete skyscrapers that blotched the skyline of the bustling city you inhabited. The cacophony of vehicles whiffing by , people chattering and laughing, and the distant noise of construction or repair that would normally your ear on any other day out and about the town was distorted and muted, a background trifle, as you found yourself consumed by your own thoughts.

You continued your zombie like shuffle, focusing intently on your thoughts about yourself and the future. You were in your prime, 18 years of age , tall, lean with well defined muscles, shaggy blonde hair and icy blue eyes, to the casual gawker you were quite the looker, no doubt thanks to your numerous hours spent practicing on the basketball court. However, physical appeal wasn't the only thing you had to offer, you thought, taking a moment to glance down at your left arm robed in blue satin , gently clutching a laminated sheet of parchment in its palm. You had just finished your graduation ceremony, completing highschool with not only a high G.P.A but as the valedictorian , with numerous academic opportunities awaiting you all across the globe, the future was looking bright. Yet still, you pondered how you had gotten to this point, unlike a few others at your highschool things like this certainly didn't come naturally for you , you had to work hard to get in the shape your in and acquire the grades you have. In fact , if you'd have to narrow it down to any singular thing , the one object or person rather that comes to mind would undoubtedly have to be your mother.

Ambitious , headstrong , poised and hyper intelligent , not to mention a serious taskmaster and strict disciplinarian to boot. These were just some of the traits that flew off the top of your head when it comes to describing your mother , and are certainly the characteristics you feel attributed most heavily not just to your success but hers as well. After all you had both just moved to this city five years ago and she was already the CFO of Moogle Telemedia Limited , one of the largest tech companies in the Unified States. Her incredible intellect, perfectionist attitude and somewhat forceful nature, no doubt earned her that position , along with a few enemies . You have to admit your mother can be very overbearing and pushy at times, coupled with her icy exterior , you can't help but see why one of the two most common words used to describe her by friends and even some family is bitch. Still, you are eternally grateful to her , and you can see that beneath her cold exterior and demanding nature , is a deeply maternal love and a woman that wants nothing more than for you to succeed and be successful. You could certainly hazard a guess why , after all it had been just you and her for the past 12 years , ever since your father died. Through out that time and even now she had settled for nothing less than excellence from you. Pushing you to attend ball practice , to take extra classes , to study at least 4 hours a day, to do things the "right way", as she puts it. Multiple times you found yourself unable to handle the pressure and breaking down into a sobbing mess , contemplating running away and even outright agreeing with your mother's designation by friends as an absolute helicopter mom of a bitch. Yet , still you are unable to help but feel you wouldn't be the successful young man you are today if it wasn't for those tough times and are truly indebted to her. Thinking about it now , you can almost feel as if she's yelling at you to pay attention like the days of old.

" Jason !"

" Jason !"

" Jason Reyes !"

In fact now that you focus in on the voice even more, it sounds a little bit too realistic and close to be just your imagination. Before you could even begin to examine the situation even more , your time spent swimming in your sea of thoughts was brought to an abrupt end by the feeling of a delicate hand tightly clutching your upper arm. A peculiar feeling of euphoria washed over you , as you felt all your once muted senses come surging back to you at full capacity. The mix of stimuli that had once been hidden away in the back of your mind came rushing back into you like a shot of adrenaline. The suns powerful glare nearly burnt your retinas causing you to squint in response , the cacophony of cars, chatter and construction slammed into your ears at full volume, you could smell and taste the distinctly fishy aroma of the wharf nearby as a strong breeze sent goose pimples invading the skin of your body. It was almost as if you were in a heightened state of awareness. Taking a step back to quickly readjust to your surroundings you couldn't help but notice a distinctly effeminate figure standing before you.

She was attired in a plain white blouse coupled with a tight fit black pencil skirt, that fell just above her knees, and simple half inch black heels. She stood about a head or two shorter than you, her eyes meeting your chest were she to look straight ahead. Grabbing a moment to acquire a greater stock of her form , you noticed she was quite a voluptuous woman, with an incredibly tantalizing hourglass figure. Long , thick , shapely legs that went all the way up, sitting atop them her wide, fat , thickset baby making hips caused her form to flare out dramatically, as they distended and pushed firmly against the admittedly size or two , too small pencil skirt. Continuing along her figure to her upper torso, in comparison to her hips her waist was quite trim and slim, her shoulders narrow and her arms slender. However her comparatively thin upper shape wasn't the true highlight of her top half , but rather it was the giant set of swollen round melons that sat proudly atop her chest. The fabric of the blouse clung greedily to their tender form , as they lurched forward pursing against the pinched textile ,hungrily consuming the space inside the fabric, spilling to the front and sides, lewdly highlighting their large, round inviting outline. Their sheer size, causing significant distress to the buttons of her already snug white blouse, straining against the tide of flesh that bulged against them , seemingly ready to burst off at any moment and reveal the erotic globes that lie underneath. Their sheer weight and heft resulting in them drooping slightly into an erotic tear shaped curvature.

Seeing such a mouth watering display you could barely find the strength to tear your eyes away and continue upward, to the head that sat at the apex of this pubescent sex fantasy of a woman. As you did so you found her face much like her body to be just as enchanting. Her facial features were dark, and sharp yet incredibly alluring and sultry, perfectly contrasting her porcelain skin. Sharp ,intense, cougar like piercing chocolate brown eyes , bespectacled and outline lightly touched by black mascara, a cute button nose , high cheek bones, and a pair of thick, full pouty lips, touched up by deep red lip gloss, her silky raven black hair done up into a tight bun.

Normally seeing a body such as that , who could easily put even the most sinfully salacious of exotic porn stars to shame, would ignite a burning fire in your loins, were it not for the fact that every word you just used to describe the woman standing before you created a mirror image of your hyper ambitious, disciplinarian mother. The matter of which you were made acutely aware of as she tightly gripped your biceps once more and her mouth began to move calling you back to reality.

" Jason are you even listening to me ?! " She asked loudly , her voice a waft with frustration , indicating her strained patience.

" Huh ...... uh... yeah sorry mom. I spaced out a bit.... just taking it all in you know." You replied sheepishly , a small reassuring grin rising on your face to quell her nerves.

*SIGH* " I told you not to stay up too late last night. You know how important 7 to 8 hours of sleep is, especially for a young man whose about to be sent off to one of the top colleges around the globe." Your mother said admonishing you , a slight hint of motherly concern perforating her tone.

" Sorry mom , I'll try to listen next time." You replied , your tone riddled with both apathy and defeat. You knew it was pointless to argue with your mother , even though the probable cause of your spacing out was likely due to excitement and curiosity rather than a lack of sleep. Despite her incredible smarts your mother always did seem a bit challenged when it came to her emotional intelligence, particularly her empathy.

" Good ." She said , a slight smile cracking on her face, before she turned around to continue both your walks to the parking lot where she had her car waiting.

As she did so you felt your face flush with the heat of embarrassment, as you quickly came to realize just how small and tight that black pencil skirt she wore really was. You couldn't rip your eyes away as they quickly latched unto her rear. You saw what can only be described as a sea of full, round, bubbly, ass fat spilling against the tight, groaning fabric of her black skirt. The textile wrapping lasciviously around the curves of her thick , shapely, wide, overflowing backside, creaking almost as they struggled to contain the vast quantities of flesh that resided within their confines, lewdly outlining their form, leaving nothing to the imagination, as they triumphantly jutted outwards , each cheek nearly the size of a volley ball , beckoningly calling any onlooker. Every sway of her full hips causing them to bubble and jiggle slightly , yet ever so enticingly. You couldn't help but berate yourself , for being so spaced out throughout the whole ordeal and graduation that you didn't even notice what your mom was wearing. Though that would explain all the funny looks , cat calls and whistles you were getting today , I mean you know your mother was already a drop dead bombshell and she certainly couldn't avoid flaunting it regardless of what she wore and she was used to the attention , though today did seem excessive. Seeing it now , you cant help but recall just a moment ago when you drank in your mother's form , and begun to deeply think again just about what a real beauty she was.

Despite being in her early forties , your mother doesn't look a day past thirty , looks , riches and intelligence your mother had it all. Thinking about it now you cant also help but see why the other word both friends and family used to describe her , well friends mostly aside from your creepy uncle Ron, was MILF, much to your charge in and embarrassment. Sometimes you cant help but feel , that the only reason your friends could stand being over when your mom was there, was because of the eye full she gave them regardless of what she was wearing. In fact many a times when both she and them were present, you couldn't help but notice they took suspiciously long trips to the bathroom. Hell one of them even outright admitted that your mother's image was at the top of his spank bank, a thought you no longer wish to entertain. Yet, despite her having it all your mother never seemed to pursue any sort of further romantic relationship after the of your father, even with the waves of suitors she had practically crawling over each other to get her attention. Even her millionaire bosses were in line , in spite of this however, she rarely gave any of them the time of day, and when she did her excuse was often her only focus being her career and her son . A flattering response , that made you feel loved and special, but also a bit sad , as you couldn't even begin to think how unimaginably lonely she'll probably be when you leave for college. Besides Clarissa her secretary, she doesn't really speak to anyone else on an informal basis rather than you.

Your mind continued to wander as you carried on with your thoughts about your mother , the future and yourself and friends. Before long you found yourself strapped in to the familiar leather seat, of your mother's black Mercedes Benz. Breaking free from your deep thought once more and glancing to the side, you saw that your mother was struggling slightly to get her seat belt across and in between her massive mammaries, her perfectly manicured dainty hands sinking into their tender globes of flesh as she adjusted them. After a few brief seconds of her gently fondling and groping herself , she managed to solve her small dilemma , looking over to you as she latched her seat belt in place, your gazes locking unto each other . You quickly broke eye contact , for fear she would reprimand you again about spacing out , yet much to your surprise she cracked a small smile towards you once again.

" So, I've decided to take the rest of the day off, so you and I could grab some food and discuss your future at Pleasant Park." Your mom stated , in manner similar to which she addressed her colleagues when making business arrangements.

" That sounds great. Thanks mom!" You replied nodding your head , slightly thrown off by her tone , but happy nonetheless.

" Good. So how does Sushi sound ? " Your mom stated her smile creeping a bit wider , as she revved her engines and turned her attention to driving.

" Excellent." You replied , infected by your mother's rare jovial attitude, a smile crawling on your face as well.