Billy's Chronicles, Volume 1

This was it. Howsoever degrading his life had been, specially in the last few days, this was Billy's most fantasized moment coming to life, second only to being knocked out by mommy.

Billy had never left any chance, big or small, to get close to his milf mommy's curvaceous ass. He had always used her ignorance and innocence to his advantage.

Even in this post knocked out state, kneeling behind his mom's glistening ass, his mushed brain was able to recall the lengths he would go to get close to her...her ass in particular.

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Once, Heather was trying to reach the top shelf of the kitchen. Billy, who had just entered, saw this remarkable opportunity unfold. Her hands were outstretched, and her fingers were desperately trying to reach some jar. Billy's focus, unsurprisingly, was somewhere else. Being on her toes for apparently quite a duration, Heather's shorts had wedged in her ass crack, and as a result her...underbutt was visible.

Billy felt a stirring in his loins, and his breath turned shallow. She was so lost, fidgeting her fingertips to reach that damned jar, totally ignorant about the effect her shorts clad ass was having on her son. Was she this heedless of her 'display'? The way she was jumping on her toes in such short spans, fixated on that shelf, made her bubble butt jiggle.

Billy had to grab this opportunity , and with a mischievous grin, moved forward

"Can I help you mom?", Billy asked, keeping his excitement in check

"Oh honey...thank goodness you woke up, can you reach that jar?", she pleaded, pointing to the top shelf.

That's what Billy wanted to hear. Now the most critical part had to be executed...flawlessly.

Anyone with Billy's built and reach would've simply asked Heather to step aside, picked up the jar and handed it over. But Billy didn't do that. Billy did not want to do that

"Mom...I can carry and lift you from behind, then you can easily pick the jar from the shelf", Billy stated, in a matter of factly manner.

Although he showed composure, his heart was pounding like a steam engine, waiting for her to reply

Heather looked at her son thoughtfully. Her dumb, bimbo brain was processing what he had just said. However, her motherly nature soon kicked in and she came to the only conclusion...

If her strong and brilliant son had come up with something, that's the only way to move forward

"Of course", she tapped her head playfully, indicating how could she miss something so obvious.

Billy was way over the moon. With a silent sigh of relief, he nodded his head in agreement and advanced towards her. She now stood just below the shelf. He positioned himself just behind her. From his view he could see a hint of sweat and loose hair strands from her bun stuck on her neck. She must've been very busy before he woke up. This close proximity itself was stirring up his dick and he zoned out. His bulge was more prominent.

"Billy?...everything ok?"

Billy at once broke from his trance as his heart leapt. Heather had turned her head back, looking straight at him

"Ye...es mom...what happened?", he fumbled

"We don't have all day....hurry up!", she whispered, awkwardly coming close to his face, her motherly smile on full display

The strong bite of her morning breath almost knocked him off his legs. Her mature, milfy breath. His mother's natural scent. If it wasn't for his athleticism, his heart would have burst out of his chest. His strong, muscular physique was almost toppled by...her mommy's natural breath. By this point his dick was pumping out precum relentlessly

Shaking his head, he cursed himself for such a blunder. He could've lost his chance

"Ye..ess...mommy...just wait a sec". Heather giggled, mildly surprised. Mommy? well, that was something new.

Billy stepped back, then bent down, now coming face to face with her...ass. He licked his lips like a wild dog, preparing to attack its prey. He brought his hands up, closer to the sides of her hips. This was the moment he was waiting for...

"Wait a minute Billy...."

Billy's hands froze, almost an inch away from his mother's delectable hips. Had she noticed his hard on? He jerked his head up, paying close attention to what his mother had to say. Heather was peeking behind her shoulders, looking straight at him.

"Just mind the sweat Billy. Had an aerobics session and forgot to change, I hope it's not too smelly, sweety!"

Billy gulped. Audibly.

'mind the sweat'

'forgot to change'

'not too smelly'

The dumb blonde goddess had unwittingly used certain trigger phrases, shot like swift arrows from her round, kissable lips, hitting the target precisely, hot wiring Billy's brain. This blonde bimbo's body and her stupidly big ass had tortured her brawny and muscular son so much... his mind was now susceptible to...just her words

Mere words

His eyes immediately locked on her shorts, with sweat spots around her cleft area. Her knee pits were glistening with sweat. Her shorts, wedged in her crack, were moist.

Billy's dick was quivering, as if it had it's own will. His bulbous mushroom head, now covered with precum, was aching for a single stroke...he was using all his energy just to keep his hand away from his groin.

"Ohh..kay...mommy...no worries". Heather giggled again, loving how her son was addressing her.

Clearing his head, Billy focused on the task at hand. He again grabbed Heather's waist, and in no time zoomed her up, her head now precisely levelled to the shelf. Heather was shocked to see such display of strength. She peeked behind her shoulders, eyes beaming with pride, looking down at powerful Billy, her handsome son, her powerhouse.

Due to such a sudden lift, Heather's shorts had now wedged further up her crack, her globes jutting out.

Inches away from Billy's face

Billy was dead focused on his mommy's big delicious butt. His eyes were comically skewd, owing to his mommy's ass being so close to his field of vision. His ears caught his mother complaining about the weight of the jar.

Her derriere was a thing of beauty, sculpted by the gods themselves. She had, what his friends described as, the hourglass booty. Her clefts were faultless and symmetrical. Her rump had that perfect round shape, girls half her age yearned for.

And then it hit him

That scent. That hot and salty smell, filtering through that wedged short. That musk, seeping through the fabric covering her mound, making the air around his face hot and humid. He had to do it. He had to...

He took a big, audible whiff. A whiff of that vile stench.....no...no, not vile, her fragrant, sexy scent, making his head lurch back reflexively, just like a junkie hitting the line for the first time. He was careful not to disbalance his mommy.

"Billy....everything good?", Heather asked, a hint of worry in her voice

"Yes mommy, EVERYTHING is reaaalllly good", he snickered silently at his own response

"It's just...... I heard you take a loud whiff..."

"Oh....it's nothing...was just clearing my nose, there was some dust and I couldn't use my hands...."

"Billy, if you want we can...."

"NO!!!", Billy almost spat out, immediately holding back his tongue, "I mean...don't worry mommy, handle the jar carefully, it's..heavy, and...most importantly, be careful...take your time...I won't drop you"

"Are you sure Billy? Your mom is not too heavy for you, is it?", Heather peeked down with a worried look.

"Mommy, I am your champion boxer, for me you are light as a feather", he declared, his confident voice almost muffled under her gigantic ass.

Heather blushed. His boxer son, holding her like it's nothing. He was such a good boy

Yeah, a good boy indeed , getting off of his mommy's ass air

Due to the heavy jar, Heather had to slightly adjust herself mid-air, trying to distribute her weight on her butt cheeks. This made her globes jiggle.

Right on Billy's face

"Ok honey.....you can bring me down", Heather spoke out in a hushed tone, carrying the jar awkwardly.

No. This can't be. That's it? He spends all this time concocting the perfect scenario, to end so abruptly ...in a few seconds?

"Mommy...I will bring you down veeerryy slowly, so you don't hurt your back"

"Oh honey, you care for me so much!"

It was now or never. Billy's eyes were anchored to just one thing, his mom's dark wrinkled hole, now peeking through the wedged fabric of her shorts. He cleverly bent his knees slightly, giving the impression he was moving her down, but was actually bringing his face even closer to her butt.

Her scent spiced up ten fold. He could clearly feel an earthy tinge to an already strong smell. She had been very busy, this much was clear. He puckered his lips and brought them slowly to the peeking hole. He subconsciously held his breath and stopped blinking, his forehead covered in sweat.

And he kissed...

For this glorious instance, he wanted to savour and commit this moment to his memory, so he could live it, any time he wanted, any night he needed...

His lips brushed her wrinkled hole, partially covered by those damned moist shorts. But he could still taste... that tangy, sharp taste, on his ever so slightly protuding tongue, that acidic scent bombarding his nostrils. Her ass sweat dripping on his nose. This was heaven...

And all this occurred, in just under a moment...

He safely brought his stacked mommy down, placing her carefully on the kitchen floor. Heather placed the jar on the counter, and turned towards Billy.

With a sudden burst of energy, she embraced him in a hug, muttering how proud she was of his strength. She constantly rubbed his chest, gleaming with joy.

Billy was not in a position to contain his built up load, he had to go to his own room, bathroom, any place private. His legs were quivering, not because of strain, but out of his arousal. Heather's soft yet tight embrace was not helping.

Billy had almost forgotten about her strong womanly breath. Her scent was already all over him, and his face was receiving second servings of her musky air. His dick was a hair trigger away from exploding.

Heather was done showing her appreciation, and took a step back.

"Billy...my beautiful boy", she said, placing her hand lovingly on his cheek.

Atleast one thing was clear, she did not notice the ass kiss. Even in this aroused state, he could certainly breathe in relief.

"Ok honey...I should probably go and take a long shower...I am aaalll dirty", she giggled like a naughty kid, then left the kitchen.

'aaalll dirty'

Billy's dick gave a final twitch. One could clearly see a growing wet patch, drenching his boxers...he fell down on the kitchen floor with a thud, dazed eyes and a stupid smirk on his face.