A different kind of family meal

It wasn't long before we went our separate ways. In all honesty, I pushed the situation to the back of my mind. The process wasn't conscious but I had never been one to dwell on... well, anything. As usual, there was nothing better than to fill my time than a bit of competitive 'Wargame'. I lost myself in strategic maneuvers and the detailed rendering of my troops.

As engrossed as I was, it wasn't long before the scent of my mother's typical Sunday brunch distracted me from my conquests... and with it thoughts of the coming embarassment of what was to come. I was panicked now but there wasn't anything I could do, I only hoped that I could get through this. Although I could feel my palipating heart I was briefly distracted from the burdens of worry by my mother gorgeous figure. Her supple body had engrained fantastical imagery far more intimate than any son should ever have dreampt.

Forcing these thoughts to the back of my mind, I ventured towards that scintellating smell. I swear I could practically feel my stomach speak I was so hungry. Even though I had scrounged some food at the hospital - not that they were very forthcoming - it was clear I had seriously neglected my appatite. I guess a coma will do that to you.

"What's cooking mum" I smiled

"My Sunday best for my sweet boy. You're definitely in need of some tender loving care, honey"

There was no pity in her gaze but it was clear just how worried she had been over the last three weeks. The sight was heartbreaking. When it concerned such a beauty like my mother, I didn't think her brows should ever be furrowed with lines of worry, such was its tarnish to her stunning complexion. I watched as she drifted around the kitchen, as she finished plating everything. The curves on that woman were insane! Jugs prominently jutting out from her chest, a butt I could happily suffocate under, and all whilst maintaining a tight waist. How she did this is beyond me...

My mother and sister picked at the various components of the full English spread out over the dining room table. As they chatted it dawned on me that whilst my sister and I were sat down normally our mother sat on her chair sideways, her exceptionally plush butt pushed out over the chair. It wasn't long, as I continued to watch them talk about, seemingly, nothing that I saw our mother shuffle the hem of her skin-tight blue dress up over that incredible backside. Each cheek perfectly molded to look inhumanely divine. It was soon after that I noticed her take a sausage from the table... this time she didn't eat it. Instead, her arm didn't bring the sausage to her succulent lips but instead hung limp at her side. A slight blush graced her cheeks. I could feel my own heart practically beating a hole through my chest. I knew what was came next...

She took the sausage and slowly but surely brought it to her puckered hole... her tightest hole, I fleetingly thought. The sausage was clearly halted by a **** I couldn't see but knew had to be that precious virgin hole. I saw her perfect visage flinch for a second, in my peripheral vision and then... it started to sink.

Emitting her initial reaction my mother didn't react in the slightest, she and Tammy continued their conversation. Not a single second of my attention paid their words any heed, I was transfixed by the sausage disappering bit by bit up into my mother. It appeared she hadn't quite accounted for the exceptional suction her butt would welcome the invading dish. My mother's nails clearly pierced the sausage as she struggled to pull out the succulent meant... wow, I thought. There was a bizzare allure to the whole scenario.

That same palipating feeling thundering throughout my chest returned as she subtly passed the defiled meat to me, under the table. It wasn't hard to disguise her actions as she and my sister were either side of the table, whilst I sat at the head. I took a moment to gather myself as my fingers replaced my mothers only delicate touch. Steeling myself I plunged the first half of the sausage in to my mouth. It... it actually wasn't bad. I can only describe the additional taste as a kind of 'tang'. It wasn't bad... it was midly satisfying even.

It wasn't long after I finished the last bite before I saw my mother begin to repeat her previous actions, this time squewering the meat to keep it from slipping out of her grasp. We all played our part in ignoring the neccesities of my treatment, so well in fact that the taboo secretness saw my large cock engorge slightly. As my mother handed the me the second sausage to invade her, until mere minutes ago, virgin butt I could see that light blush now a prominent crimson. If it wasn't for the fact I knew how my mother was I would have mistaken this heavy blush for arousal, instead of the embarrassment I knew it was.

I took my time savouring the flavour of this sausage. It wasn't long enough to denote any kind of satisfaction on my part but it was closer to my normal eating habits. Although nothing was said over the course of the meal I saw my sister's prying eyes flitter over to me every now and again. Coincidentally this appeared to be just as I took a bite... it happened so precisely, everytime, that I wondered just how coincidental it could possibly be...