Chapter 1: An Expected Visitor

You let out a long disappointed sigh, striking a halfhearted conceited pose in the metallic silver surface that granted you a reflection of your visage. Short sandy blonde hair swept back from the front of your face , dark facial features rounded off by a chiseled jawline , sitting atop an equally as impressive physique. Your broad shoulders stood broader as you outstretched your thick muscular arms and curled them upwards to show off your impressive biceps, your lightly tanned skin glistening radiantly, with specks of water drizzling off your immaculate form following your recent shower, the effort causing your rock hard pecks to bulge outwards. Even though the small mirror above your porcelain white bathroom sink only reflected a portion of your august body , it didn't take a genius to know the rest of your form followed a similar trend. A trim waist , coupled with a taut flat stomach , held up by narrow hips and evenly as muscular, powerful legs. It was safe to say the body before you was that of almost an Olympian, and that body belonged to you Jason Reyes.

You let out another deep exasperated sigh , before releasing your pose and gripping the edges of the sink with one hand, rubbing your baby blues with the other. It had been a long night , as the deep bags underneath your eyes easily foretold, of which you spent most of celebrating your graduation, with your old high school buddies, at a local frat house you had all managed to sneak into, a few days following that day at the park with your mother. It was certainly a night to remember consisting of underage drinking , **** and copious amounts of **** hook ups and sexual misadventures. You had heard stories of what college parties were like , and this certainly did not disappoint.

" Huhhhhhh...... What a night ?" You mused haggardly , taking the hand that had rubbed your eyes and sweeping it across your face.

" It's a good thing that campus is so close to my house , otherwise I might've found myself in deep shit with my mom. Hahaha." You mused once more , relishing that you were fortunate to find the college had been so close to your house and that your mother had to spend another long night in the office that day.

A pang of guilt smashed against your heart in that moment , your mother was an ice cold disciplinarian and you had spent literal years building up a reputation , of being the perfect son. Athletic , intelligent , well to do , disciplined , calm and trustworthy. And though she rarely expresses it , you can tell she loves you and is proud of the man you've become . So you would feel remiss in not saying that you felt ashamed and guilty at abusing her trust like this and sneaking out in the dead of night to attend some strangers party. Still it would be the last time you would spend such intimate , and special moments with your friends and family , before being shipped off to the United Monarchy come a few months from now , and you knew you had to do your best to make the good times last , and make as many remarkable memories before you left.

GRGRRGHRGHRGHRGHRGR !

" Huh , I better go see what's for breakfast ." You thought softly to yourself , as you began nurse a splitting pain in your head and a developing hunger in your stomach.

You took a brief moment to continue drying off , before attiring yourself in a plain white T- Shirt and loose red shorts, beginning to then leisurely stroll down to your kitchen. As your lackadaisical walk took you nearer and nearer to the dining room , you couldn't help but over hear the distinctly high pitched , authoritarian , icy , bossy tone of your mother , with an added unusual degree of fluster and frustration grow increasingly louder and scotched as she chatted away seemingly to herself. The advent of which you found not to be the case as you drew nearer, appearing to be someone on the phone instead.

" What do you mean Sylvester said you could count on me ! Don't you dare bring my dead husband into this ! I know he was your brother. But what your asking is just absurd ! I'm about to send my son of to college in a few months time and my job isn't exactly a cake walk you know!" She barked furiously , her voice over flowing with obstructed impediment.

Your mother clearly sounded annoyed at whoever she spoke with on the phone.

" I know ! I know were still family and you all helped me with the boy and funeral after Sylvies **** but. Looking after one boy was hard enough but two !" The voiced boomed ,marching up in anger , but at the same time beginning to display hints of concern and remorse.

" Wait .........How long ?!" The voice renewed, you could feel her distraught and rage for your own self now , you pondered what the person on the cellphone could have said to rile her up even more.

With that final cry , you rounded the corner and met both an enchanting and terrifying sight. There the curvaceously bombastic , lewd effeminates figure of your mother stood , the delicate yellow rays of the sun's first light , gently cascading across her spotless porcelain skin, giving her the appearance of a goddess , a very angry one at that. Her long , thick shapely legs were parted , giving her a wide stance , her slender arms occupying different tasks , one placed squarely on her wide , thick hips akimbo , showing her ferocity , the other held a small grey cell phone up toward her furrowed ,sultry, sharp , dark features of her face , as her thick , full pouty lips smacked away in anger.

Furthering deeper into the kitchen you couldn't help but trace her seductively obscene , door stopping form and make note of her appearance. Her long , thick, silky voluminous raven black hair was tied up into a tight ponytail , that hung down to about the nape of her slender neck, her large dark cat like , sultry brown eyes were crinkled in annoyance , slightly animating the single beauty mark she had beneath her left one , her button nose and full lips followed suit. On her torso she wore a simple black T shirt , imprinted with plain white calligraphy across the stomach region that read "WORLD'S BEST MOM". Its fabric seemed to burgeon and groan against her ample volume of cleavage. Focusing on them now , ample wasn't the word to describe them, they were roughly the size of large watermelons , huge, round, full and bursting with fat as they proudly lurched forward from her chest, aggressively bulging against the strained fabric, drooping enticingly into a tear drop shape, plunging the shirts neckline with it. The fabric looked pressed , and in some instances just about ready to pop, as her large breasts hungrily consumed most of the material for itself , resulting in the textile immodestly highlighting their salacious shape, causing the black T to cling tightly and accentuate her rather trim waist and ride up to nearly above her navel revealing the supple skin of her taut tan stomach. The sheer quantity of soft tit flesh contained within the bursting fabric seemed to be too much , effectuating in a more than generous amount of cleavage spilling up and out the diving neckline , giving the appearance of two soft pillowy mountains , further adding to the eroticism of the spectacle.

Following her shape further downward you noticed a similar pattern as before . Her blue denim jeans clung tightly and burgeoned against her perverse, pornstar curves. Her trim waist only served to dramatize the flare of her broad , thick hips, easily surpassing her shoulders in length and placing great strain on the tight number to hold their width. They looked like they could help her deliver a litter, they were so large in fact , that during your scathing review of her form you couldn't help but notice that the button and zipper for her jeans had been undone , no doubt to accommodate their size. This provided a cheeky window for any onlooker to gaze at the small segment of supple tan flash between her navel and groin , as well showing off the waist band of her racy pink panties that protected her womanhood.

Circling around and taking a seat near where she stood by the dinner table , you began to become increasingly aware that her wide, baby making hips weren't the only thing causing her pants dilemma. It was a sight that would send any red blooded straight man flush with the heat of lust , something you and your friends would often describe as 'ONE FAT ASS'. Wide , huge , round , bubbly and overflowing with supple flesh are just some of the descriptions that came to mind as your eyes lasered on the excess junk in her trunk . Each cheek was nearly thrice the size of your head, spewing outwards from her behind several inches before their obvious weight and volume caused them to immodestly droop softly against her plush thighs. Like with her breasts before , fat spilled in every direction further adding to their humongous size and distorting the exhaustive denim jeans against their hungry assail , erroneously highlighting their basket ball sized half moon shape, as the tired fabric was stretched to its limit, struggling and groaning to contain the sea of juicy , jiggly ass fat. Moving even further down the pattern was much the same her , thick thighs and long legs subjected the normally loose fitting denim to the same distortion , greedily eating up their fabric and further highlighting their perverse shape.

Having soaked in her form in its entirety only one word came to mind , and that was thick, she was the epitome of an hourglass figure , far surpassing even the most exotic of porn stars and bordering on pubescent sex fantasy or fertility goddess with her ridiculously curvaceous physique. Where as this site would send any normal man's loins a light , for you you couldn't help but blush heavily, it was always a cause for much concern, humiliation and overprotectiveness from you. Beauty ran in the family and like you she was the more than just the ideal peak of feminine beauty but almost the embodiment of sexual appeal itself, her body practically oozing pheromones like a dog in heat, against her will.

Your mother was what many would describe as a total bombshell and MILF, and because of that enjoyed an unhealthy amount of lustful stares both hidden and bare , unwanted sexual advances and cat calls and even the occasional vulgar pinch or slap on the ass when in large crowds , which always sent her huge rear wobbling and rippling indecently , attracting even more attention . She was such a sex symbol in fact that even friends and family couldn't avoid gazing at her longingly or hungrily , mostly friends , but on some occasions even your cousins and uncles which always gave you goose pimples on your back. Your mom's ridiculously thick physique was always a cause of much embarrassment and concern for you , for as long as you could remember, and though you had grown use to the lecherous stares , the endless futile efforts of her sea of suitors and the occasional obscene groping , it was still a cause for great annoyance especially as you got older and began your own sexual maturity as well. You cant even begin to count the amount of times you had overheard your friends and on some rare instances family relay in great detail how they would pound her fat ass senseless, how the only thing she'd be required to do all day was service their cocks until they were all but spent or how with a body like hers she was built for the stripper pole or the side walk on a late night, each time sending you flush with embarrassment but also anger. Thinking about it now she's probably the reason why your friends try as much as they can , to spend an exorbitant amount of time at your house , the creator only knows you've caught them on multiple occasions trying to make their move or snap a picture of her plump rear or fat tits for their spank bank, when they thought you weren't looking, leaving you more annoyed than concerned , after all you knew your mother best, she never gave any cheeky suitor the time of day, even those with even bigger bank than her, too concerned with her career and her son , which always made you feel the warm tender feeling of love , that admittedly was a bit scarce in your relationship with her. She was a loyal , committed woman , to both her career and her family, she would never do any thing to jeopardize that. For a short while longer you continued to reminisce about your mom , your relationship with her , and your past, before your concentration was broken by the now very much animated conversation that took place between your mother ,Victoria Reyes, and who you now recognize as your paternal Uncle Lieu Reyes.

" Listen Lieu I have had to put up with a lot shit from work , my kid's school. And I do appreciate that you've kept such close ties even after Sylvester's **** , but even you have to understand that a year is just to excessive, especially for a vacation ! ." Victoria lamented clearly distraught , upset and very confused by your Uncle Lieu's proposition.

While most of the men and women from your father's side of the family were very successful , your uncle Lieu takes the cake . He was a big shot real estate agent for some of the world's most famous actors, and because of that he was rolling in dough , practically a multi millionaire at this point. He always decorated birthday's , family gatherings and even others anniversaries with the most lavish gifts, unabashedly flaunting his wealth. Yet despite the power to obtain and get anything done through money , he always seemed to rely on your father when he was alive, when it came to simple affairs , like fixing cars , or building fences , repairing his boat, having a few pints , catching fish etc..... Part of it you cant help but feel he does because your father could never say no to his big brother , but also because you think your uncle Lieu just loved spending time with him. You knew he had a soft spot for your dad and by proxy his family , always treating us to the most expensive and lavishes gifts of them all , finding every reason just to stop in say hi and chat. Playing ball with you and your dad in the younger years, of all the uncles , Lieu was by far the closest to your family. So much so that even your icy antisocial mother had grown a soft spot in her heart for him , as evidenced by her entertaining such a conversation that left her visibly upset. It now greatly piqued your interest at what he could've suggested that left your mom so furious.

" Oh fine ! But don't expect me to ever do something like this again Lieu , only for you only once! " Your mother roared into the phone , her rage at Lieu's proposition , boiling over causing a large vein to bulge out of the side of her head before she slammed her cell phone shut.

This certainly was a rare occurrence, you had never seen your mother this way all too much , but when you did you were always on edeg , often it was directed at your father in your younger years , occasionally you , but it was never a good sign regardless of the cause. She was now huffing heavily , wiping away the sweat that had begun to form over her furrowed brow from her heated conversation , each rise and fall of her chest causing her massive mammaries to heave up and down erotically , sending small ripples through the exposed bulging section that shot above and beyond her shirt's neckline.

" What's the matter mom ?" You asked , trying your best to emulate the innocence you had as a child for fear of her reprimanding you for eavesdropping on her conversation but also to alert her to your presence.

" Oh ........Jason . Didn't see you there. I suppose its good that your here you would have had to heard about it anyway. " Your mother didn't take long to return to her usual , straight , icy , unfeeling , slightly authoritarian tone at your sudden arrival , as she straightened her no rather stressed appearance and turned to meet you face to face, her exposed undergarments and taut flesh above her woman hood meeting to squarely in the eye, causing you to blush , it was rare to see her like this , even if it was a Sunday and she was in the comfort of her own home.

" Heard about what mom ? " You replied jovially , hoping your light hearted cadence would help you to relax her still slightly visible distraught and angered ambience.

" It's your Uncle Lieu. Using his idiotic real estate mans charm to try and elicit a favor from me , one which I foolishly agreed to. " Your mother mused, before grabbing a seat and planting herself next to you, her fat tits flopping downward with noticeable heft as she did, almost slamming into the table due to their size and weight.

For a brief moment you couldn't help but entertain the idea , that if they were any large, fuller or heavier , they'd burst free from that snug T and find a cozy resting place atop the dining table you both sat, spilling lewdly in every direction as they did.

Your mother let out a long exasperated sigh , before clasping both her hands together and placing them under her chain before assuming a pensive stare into your eyes.

" Your uncle Lieu and I have unfortunately come to the agreement, that your cousin Karl will be staying here for a year , while his father and mother take an impromptu vacation across Europa to FIND THEMSELVES !". Your mother informed you in a defeated and sarcastic manner, putting extra emphasis and air quotes on the last two words.

Your face contorted in surprise but also bewilderment as to why your mother agreed to something like this ,you knew she had a soft spot for Lieu, and that he was real good at convincing people, but even more so why Uncle Lieu couldn't just leave Karl by himself or hire a maid or butler to watch over him, Karl was your age, eighteen. Pondering deeper on it now , you could scarcely recall who Karl was much less what he looked like . He was a notorious shut in, spoiled rich kid and very much the black sheep of the family. In the very few gatherings he was **** to attend he mainly kept to himself, idling about on his phone , or sneaking off to the bathroom or some place discreet until the festivities were over, in fact there was only one notable time you could have recalled interacting with him and that was two years ago . When you caught him staring a bit too intently at your mom's large , full fat ass, from the bushes as she chatted away with some of your aunts, nursing a noticeable erection throughout the whole ordeal , smiling contentedly , obviously enjoying the view. A situation in which you promptly brought to a close by bringing to attention his strange behavior aloud , earning you a look of ire and frustration from him.

" Hold up mom , did you just say a year ?! That's ridiculous , doesn't he go to college somewhere up north or something." You dismayed, a waft with both shock and confusion . While you didn't have any ill will towards Cole , he certainly gave you the creepy, loner pervert vibe and you couldn't begin to fathom sharing a living space with him for twelve months at that.

Your mother simply let out another long sigh confirming your earlier question and informing you that he's currently pursuing a degree online requiring only a stable internet connection to sustain himself.

" I mean come on mom , I don't dislike the guy but like you said a year is too excessive , cant he fend for himself." You posited to her once more , your emotions inching in distraught as you began to imagine how he'd cramp your style , annoy your buddies, ward off your potential dates and just be a general nuisance.

" No Jason. There's no point in discussing it anyway , it's already been decided . " Your mother relented before standing up and sauntering towards the oven adjacent to the dining table. Her thick hips swaying invitingly from side to side , sending her overflowing backside shaking lewdly from left to right. This salacious display only further added to your fear and frustration from having Karl over , as you once again recalled your most recent encounter with him. You lamented at how now you'd have to deal with lustful and disgusting stares and advances towards your own mother in your own home everyday for a year.

" Once I've made up my mind that is final Jason. I will hear nothing more of the matter. Now come and get yourself something to eat. I've made the liberty of cooking for us this morning, and would appreciate it if you ate your food before it got cold young man." Your mother erked out commandingly , assuming her usual boss like , on nonsense tone from before.

You sighed and relented at your current predicament in your head. But before you could even get up to grab a plate , your conversation was interrupted by a knocking at the door.