Lewd Anime Mother

Melissa didn’t want to be nosy, but being a mother practically required it. Children, especially her Anne, just didn’t want their parents involved more than the bare minimum. So occasionally she had to take a small little peek here and there to better understand her darling girl. Nothing too untoward, but just enough so that she felt like she was actually a part of her daughter’s life and not just a landlord.

It had gotten worse with Anne being so busy with college work too. Her daughter still lived in their house since the nearby college was so close it didn’t make sense either logistically or economically to pay for the room and board of on/off-campus housing. So at least the nest wasn’t completely empty. But it still felt separate, shut off.

Which was why Melissa was currently in Anne’s bedroom while her daughter was in class. She peeked inside, just to verify that her daughter wasn’t there (which she knew of course she wasn't, but it was good to double check). Seeing no one, she stepped inside fully and sat down at the desk and computer. Her daughter practically lived on the thing, spending most of her waking hours either reading or playing games or watching her ‘anime’.

Melissa knew her daughter loved her cartoons. And that was perfectly fine, though she could never quite get into it when her daughter shared them with her. They just seemed kind of… silly? Melissa preferred shows like “Law and Order” and “West Wing”. But she couldn’t deny that she wished she could share her daughter’s love and bond over it together.

She booted up the computer and entered her daughter’s password (it wasn’t really a secret, considering she used the same couple of passwords for all of her stuff, including her bank info which Melissa handled for the two of them). After it had started up, she navigated to the browser and checked over Melissa’s recent bookmarks. This was quite the invasion of privacy at this point, but Melissa had already rationalized her choice and so she didn’t look back as she clicked on some of the recent links.

Some were just some web novels, some video game trailers, and, what was this? An anime video site? Oh my! This looked… illegal? Was her daughter not using proper streaming services? Could she get into trouble for this?

Melissa almost closed the window immediately, but her curiosity won out and so she kept it open, even going as far as to scroll the page, looking at all the colorful covers for the various shows that the site had. This was definitely not legal, providing all this stuff for free. But Melissa wasn’t so naive as to not know a lot of kids did these kinds of things. What was it called again, “Napster” or something? Hmm.

Just to double check, she clicked on one of the shows with a title that said, “Do you love your mother and her magic spells?” It featured a pretty looking older woman, so that and the title was enough to interest the real-life mom.

The page loaded and she clicked play. The first episode opened with a music video like most of these cartoons did, or at least the few her daughter had roped her into watching. It was kind of pleasant but nothing too amazing. She could bop her head to it at least, but the lyrics were unintelligible due to the language barrier and the subtitles moved along too fast for her old eyes to read.

After the intro finished, the show introduced the main character, a young, handsome looking man and his mother, the same pretty looking brunette on the cover. The two were walking along the side of a road in what looked to be some sort of Japanese suburb.

They conversed for a bit, but that was all interrupted quite suddenly when the two of them were hit by an out of control truck. Melissa gasped in horror as the scene cut away with a bright red explosion of blood splattering across the screen, hiding the grisly result of the collision.

She was tempted to close the video right then and there, but she had honestly seen worse. It was really just the shock of it that had so startled her. So she kept watching and soon enough the show introduced the two characters again, but this time transported to another fantasy world. Honestly, this was where most of Anne’s anime lost her. She wasn’t really into fantasy fiction. Not that she couldn’t understand the appeal, but she had always just preferred to experience real world stories that could potentially happen.

Still, she was here to watch to better understand her daughter. So she kept her eyes glued to the screen as the two tried their best to figure out what to do in this new world they found themselves in. They fought a little grin man with a stick, and that’s when the mother figured out she could cast a spell as advertised in the title.

A little ball of fire came out and struck the little green man in the chest, knocking him over and out. The mother jumped up and down, her somewhat large bust being exaggeratedly displayed. This was one of the things Melissa didn’t quite enjoy about her daughter’s choice of show. From what little she’d seen of anime, it tended to really focus on a woman’s assets. Much more so than it did on the men at least. It didn’t really appeal to a middle-aged woman like herself, and it was kind of off-putting in how huge everything was.

And was that… no, it couldn’t be. Melissa watched intently and sure enough there was a tent forming in the son’s pants. Oh how disgusting. This show wasn’t some innocent fantasy story. It was some messed up **** story.

Melissa knew the Japanese had a different culture than her, but she also knew this wasn’t acceptable there either. This was just the perverted fantasy of some messed up individual. Was this what her daughter was into? No, definitely not. This was just an unlucky first choice. Her daughter most assuredly watched something else on the site.

She was just about to close the video when the mother, experimenting on her spell-casting, caused a pink heart-shaped ring to erupt from her hands and directly into her son which was represented by the camera from his viewpoint.

“Charm!” the anime mother said, blowing a kiss with the ephemeral ring. The camera shook and retreated to show the young man stagger backwards, his body suffused with the same shade of pink. “Ara ara, what a good boy you are, accepting Mommy’s love like this.” The mother gave a haughty sounding laugh and patted her son on the head lovingly.

“Mommy, what was that? I feel so strange.” The young man had a kind of warbling sound of voice. Thin and reedy like he was, but also kind of charming in its right for how it sounded so innocent, so needful. Melissa looked at him and saw someone that needed to be taken care of. Maybe that was just her motherly instincts speaking though.

“Oh don’t worry about it, Kuro. Just some spell that Mommy figured out. A good boy shouldn’t have to worry about his mommy. Let me care for you instead.”

Melissa watched as the woman took the boy’s head into her bosom. Which was fine by itself, but this **** fantasy story took it to the next level and had her smoosh her boobs around his face until the poor boy could barely breathe. The anime woman’s breasts were so big in comparison to a real life woman’s breasts it was ridiculous and the poor boy suffered duly for it.

“Ara ara. Do you like my boobs, Kuro? They’re yours. A good mommy takes care of her children. She exists for her children. Her only purpose in life is to take care of her children and make them feel good. With her body. With her tits. Do you understand, Kuro?”

The boy unfortunately had no capability to respond, what with his head being engulfed and his mouth smothered by mountains of breast. Melissa wanted to disagree, but the mother did have a point. Mommy’s like her were meant to take care of their children. They were meant to give their all, including their bodies. Obviously she hadn’t taken it to a sexual level, but for all the rest, physically, mentally, it all went to the purpose of helping her children. She had once heard a poet describe motherhood like a funnel into which everything drained. And it wasn’t some sort of complaint or anything, just the dramatic and honest rendition of the toil that went into motherhood.

The anime mother smiled down at her child. She then tenderly let him free from her embrace. He collapsed to the ground in great heaving gasps for breath, the effect as exaggerated as everything else in this fake world.

“Ara ara. Mothers like me should say ‘ara ara’ all the time. It helps reinforce how we are just sexual caricatures of that normal, wrong, plain motherhood. Real mothers just want to have sex with their children and fuck all day long.”

Melissa thought of Anne. Of how beautiful and funny and desirable her daughter had become in the past few years. She had only been at college for two years now, but it had wreaked a dramatic transformation on her. Sure she still liked her old interests, but she dressed up and put on make-up now and even had a boyfriend.

She thought of her daughter and licked her lips. “Ara ara,” she repeated the line the anime woman had used. It sounded so right coming from her, felt so right as it burbled up from her throat like a warm sticky kind of substance. “Ara ara.” Yes, that was it. The show might be a bit kooky, but it had one thing right.

She focused back on the computer screen to see the woman stripping the young man’s trousers. The mother expertly wrangled his cock and lined it up with her bare cunt.

“Ara ara, aren’t you all excited, Kuro. But that’s only to be expected. Sexy anime mothers like me are literal perfection. You adore sexy anime mothers. If you had a house, you’d want to do nothing more than hang up posters of anime milfs all along the walls. You’d want nothing more than to watch as much anime and hentai as possible just to find the sexiest mommies. This is true if you’re a man or a woman, no one can deny the charms of an older woman like me with such an enthralling body. It’s impossible to look away from my huge boobs and my thick waist and my long legs. If you were a women, you’d want nothing more than to be just like me.”

Melissa stared at the screen. It was true, she couldn’t look away. She had watched porn before, but nothing so in your face as this. And the way it was speaking almost like it was talking directly to her. It made her… it made her… it made her want to try to bring it life. She could see herself replicating that with her own daughter. When Anne got home from her classes, she’d open the door and there Melissa would be, right in the living room, fully naked and grinning and saying ‘ara ara, what a naughty girl you’ve been, Anne’. And then she’d do something like the anime mother had done, maybe wrapping her darling daughter’s face in her boobs while whispering about how she had always wanted to do this, and how much she enjoyed sharing in their anime hobby of enjoying sexy milfs.

She blinked. The show had ended without her realizing. But that was okay, because she had work to do. She quickly google searched ‘sexy anime milf boobies’ and started printing out as many as she could. Melissa had to hang them up like the beautiful paintings they were along the walls of her house. She’d rather get some actual prints but these would do for now. When Anne got home she’d see them and she’d immediately know that her mom loved anime mothers and their boobs as much as she did. Anne did, right? Of course she did. How could she not? But if she didn’t, then perhaps just showing her this video would do the trick of explaining how great it was.

Melissa bookmarked the page, leaning back in the chair and groping her boobs. She deserved a bit of fun time after working so hard to figure out how to better share her daughter’s interests. Normally she’d go watch her shows, but the thought of sitting down to watch “Law and Order” of all things was almost physically painful. How could she ever stand to watch something that grounded in boring, plain, mundane reality when there existed this wonderful world full of impossibly large tits bouncing up and down and all around. A world where the impossibly exciting taboo of **** was explored to its fullest. A world where she could escape and be herself, her new self.

No, instead she’d just browse some more videos on this wonderful new website her daughter had founder for her. And she’d also see about scheduling an appointment with a plastic surgeon. Her boobs were already big, but she needed to get bigger boobs like those cartoon characters had if she wanted to be their equal. Anne would surely appreciate them as well. “Ara ara.” Just the though of that appreciation was enough to send her into a frenzy that lasted for the rest of the day.