Stalker

You were utterly entranced , nay more mesmerized . Your eyes, unwittingly , yet eagerly tracing the effeminate figure , as she gracefully danced across the kitchen floor, to address some tasks , not privy enough to warrant even an ounce of your captured attention. The dawn's gentle, orange lumen , shown delicately , flashed upon her salient shape , and gave highlight to her delicate features in an almost angelic afterglow.

Her warm , straight , long, chocolate brown hair , that flowed seemingly as a waterfall would , down unto her shoulders and to the middle of the small of her back. Casting forward to such a degree on her sultry , soft, face, that it annexed much of her forehead , coming to a stop just short of her brow in the form of thick bangs. Which served to further dramatize the beauty of her seraphic veneer. Completed, by large round , crystal blue doe eyes , touched by a light degree of black mascara and brown highlighter , her dainty button nose , high cheeks bones and thick , full pouted, glossy crimson red lips. All made lively and prominent by the phosphorescence of her summery , flawless honey tan skin . Her entire face was a measure of celestial beauty you had scant seen much , anywhere else, matched and in some ways contrasted by her tantalizingly salacious , voluptuously , curvy hourglass physique.

Attired in a plain white blouse , that stood accompanied by a dreadfully tight , and admittedly two sizes too small , black business pants and a pair of lustrous red heels. Beginning from the ground up , the first thing , or should you say things that kidnapped your gaze , was her long , thick , toned shapely legs, which upheld , her wide , broad , thickset , door stopping , baby bank hips, that caused her already curvaceous form to flare out dramatically , their supple flesh burgeoning , and causing noticeable exacerbation to not just the seams of her black pants but the zipper and buttons that held her modesty's protection. They looked as if they were just about ready to rip and burst from the fabric respectively. Held behind it and contributing to the cotton's dilemma was her sea of full, round, bubbly, ass fat that spewed forward several inches against the stretched thin groaning fabric. 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 and sideward , before drooping immodestly with a river of fat down unto her plush thighs , 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. These mouthwatering features, proving not only obscenely lewd , but to working to further dramatize her rather slim upper torso , replete with a flat stomach , slim arms, narrow shoulders and a trim waist, this series of likeness of characteristics , countered only by her giant set of swollen round melons that sat proudly atop her chest. The fabric of the blouse clung greedily to the tender form of her round , full , plump , water melon sized lewdly indecent globes , 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, the first two being undone to accommodate such strain , causing a mountain of tender tan flesh to explode from between its confines and spew up and over the small exit created, 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.

You were both captured in awe and reddened by embarrassment. Firstly , because even in your most darkest , wettest and debaucherously obscene of pubescent fantasies had you ever imagined such a salaciously stacked , curvaceous , near bovine physique existed in such a woman , enough to surpass even the most ample and exotic of pornstars . Secondly , because such a lubricous form belonged to a woman near and dear to your heart , one that you would argue you knew the most intimately , due to a strong connection bonded from birth , that woman was none other than your 38 year old mother , Selena Rodriguez.

Poised , intelligent , headstrong , ambitious, and quite the authoritative taskmaster and disciplinarian , but not without a nurturing and loving selflessness , that showed devotion , completely, to both her husband and you, her only child. Your mother was an incredible woman , easily capable of balancing both a career and the love and support needed to guide and aide her family. By all intents and purposes , she was the perfect mother and wife , and in some cases the perfect woman , furthered by her status , by friends and even some family alike , much to your dismay , as a total Bombshell MILF. And it was due to this classification , that your mother enjoyed an unhealthy amount of lust driven attention, 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, and sent her red with anger , much to many others enjoyment , wherever she went from any red blooded heterosexual male , undoubtedly sending their loins alight .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. She was the object of many women's jealously and many men's twisted carnal desires , so much so that she wasn't even safe from these obscene , hungry gestures even when amongst friends and even family. Who despite their relation seemed, like many, unable to abstain from engaging in hungry glares and the voicing of wild sickening lust driven, maddening fantasies. You scant recount the many ways and times in which both friends and in some cases cousins and even uncles had regaled in great detail and hushed tones , how they'd love to dig their hands into that endless sea of supple , thick honey brown , fat ass flesh and give her a pounding so vigorous , that afterwards she'd being saying " I do " to them after divorcing your father , how if she weren't married to him 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, not some office , which she probably spent much time underneath rather than over the desk , if their vulgar meaning needed more explaining, each time sending you flush with embarrassment but also anger. Regarding it in further detail , you couldn't help but feel , that the only reason your friends even visited your house so frequently was because , of when your mother was there , and 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. 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 very , very annoyed.

Yet , still you took solace in the fact that she was a loyal committed woman , and would never give any cheeky suitor, even those with a bigger bank than your father, the time of the day, there was no way in hell she was going to start with some fresh faced college kids like you and them, despite the many reasons your workaholic father gave her. Not that your father wasn't a good man , but considering their age difference , which gave leverage to their disparity in looks, coupled with his increasing lack of presence in the home due to work and your mother's incredible personality and fertility goddess physique had made their situation in the home very tense , you could see visible frustration etch on your mother's face many times , when your father called in late or cancelled an evening out with her, it was clear their marriage had not seen action for quite some time due to this as well , a thought you no longer wish to entertain. She could have chosen anyone else , set herself up with a celebrity, a millionaire , yet she settled for the mundane of an above average, upscale, well to do life. You certainly weren't complaining , but despite being in her late thirties your mother doesn't look a day past twenty five, looks , riches and intelligence your mother had it all, if she wanted she could have had a much richer , and even more enviable life.

However today , that small nodule of worthless gandering wasn't your main issue of concern. It was like on most days, when your mother departed from the house, her looks , but not the seemingly endless cat calls , phone number grabs , or fruitless advances and lustful stares like on so many others , that you had grown accustomed to. No it was something far more sinister and quite possibly dangerous , a situation that merited you arising with the dawn to observe and garner more attention to, with great focus and detail.

Your mother had finished the last of her meal preparations , she usually partook in before heading to work , giving you a few loving words and a peck on the cheek before waltzing out of the house to her car, her fat , thick , juicy bubbly rear , jostling and bouncing indecently with flesh up and then down unto her plush legs , with a noticeable heft , sending waves of meat visibly quivering through the second skin that was her tight black business pants, which gave rise to each basketball sized , heart shaped , full , heavy , fat ass cheeks salient , yet devilishly perverse shape, leaving you flush with embarrassment once more.

You quickly marched to the door , giving her a smile and a wave as she walked to her vehicle , it was then that you came witness to the object that had risen much concern and fear from your tender soul following the few days since it's discovery.

He stood across the street from where you both shared a minute goodbye , his identifying features shrouded by a hooded of black cloth, yet his rough outline was enough to merit a response of agitation and worry. Tall , ganic and broad , his thick muscular arms, legs and wide chest , giving his already gigantic physique, an air of dread and menace that added to his equally as terrifying actions. Though his eyes lay indiscernible , judging from his general posture and placement , along with your own experience , you could tell what he was doing , tracing your mother's full , thick , hourglass form hungrily with his eyes . Alternating between her ample engorged busom , whose shape greedily took up most of the fabric of her close fitting blouse , jostling up and down enticingly and with noticeable heft in every 'clack' of her heels , threatening to burst free from their cotton confines , revealing their fat , round , full, enlarged goodness as they pushed against the clothing stretching it to its absolute limit, sending even more waves of supple , tender , flesh free from her already overflowing neckline and her wide, thick, bloated backside, whose sea of supple , bubbly ass fat spilled forward and burgeoned tightly against the already strained black business pants, wobbling and jiggling up and down, side to side invitingly , no wantingly , demanding any onlookers full attention, with each sensual sway of her broad baby factory hips.

Having acclimated to such looks , you bore no reason, under most normal circumstance , to warrant any reaction other than a sigh of frustration or hint of embarrassment. However in this instance, suspicion bred concern and a morbid curiosity. Thrice fold a reason why, firstly compared to the other normal lascivious leers she received on a daily basis and ignored , even from your own father, this was different. Whereas others seem to be a quaint exploration of the more carnal desires of the mind , using her body as a vestige for the sating of their wanton needs , this one was different , it was deeper, hungrier , more carnal and unchecked , almost ready to be acted upon , like a predator hunting it's prey. Secondly ,due to the figure's bulk , and physicality which added to his aura of menace and criminality. And lastly and perhaps most importantly , the grotesque , huge swollen mass of flesh that protruded from his nether areas , and tented the fabric which shielded his decency , to the high heavens like a stiffened lightning rod.

It hardly matched the typical scale of a normal male genitalia , calling it a penis would be quite an understatement, it was more like a large slab of hardened throbbing flesh. It's length, which easily surpassed a ruler in size , matched only by its girth , which could give those on the slimmer sides' forearm a run for their money in width. It's vigor , causing it to spasm violently beneath it's denim control , giving rise to , a measured number of pulsating veins through their overstuffed , near skin tight breeches , and a noticeable damp circumferential radii near the apex of the large rod. Whose head, shook violently and resembled a mushroom , fat, swollen , and engorged , but most notably , pointed directly at your mother's round , juicy , plump inviting basketball sized behind. Which shook mesmerizingly and rhythmically in tow , with each sway her broad , bursting hips , causing the endless sea of supple , thick , groaning ass fat, held tightly within her thin, overworked confines to radiate outward with a wave of quivering flesh each step she took towards her vehicle , bobbling up and down , and left to right indecently , with each clack of her heel, before stopping abruptly and disappearing completely inside her automobile's , red veneer.

This clearly angered him , as evidenced by the stomping of his feet against the pavement and storming off , from his stand still. You trailed his figure , until he disappeared from view, down the corner which gave way to the highway that lead to your home , noting his actions carefully , before recalling your first and subsequent encounters with the man , that served to confirm your ideas and suspicions in regards to his status and intentions.

Sucked into your own mind , you recanted them vividly now. The first time was a day similar to the one you experienced just a moment ago , your mother had taken care of her usual routines and began making her way to her car , while you decided to get a head start on some chores and took out the trash , exiting the house a little after her , as she made her way down the driveway and to the car. The was when you saw him , performing similar motions as before , standing in the same position , with the same look and raging erection. You had to admit , at first his muscular physique, hooded features, general aura and hungry glare, intimidated you and gave way to the most fret and consternation for your mother , however in your mind , logic settled your anxiety by citing prior experiences and your mother's own bodacious , curvaceously stacked physique as reason for his gawking. That he was just another perverted onlooker , on an early trek , or on his way to work , his shrouded body , a causation of the rather chilly morn. You relaxed believing that he would just be a fleeting memory like all the other voracious onlookers.

However the second time he appeared was when your concern , fear , anguish and need for answers began to brew. It was a bright morning , just as the day before , you had just arisen , and taken a few steps around your room , to remove the nauseating feeling of lethargy , that usually accompanied the long nights you pulled, mulling over random thoughts in your mind as you made your paces. That was until a morbid occurrence , caught from below your bedroom , window , which oversaw much of the driveway stopped you in your tracks.

Your mother was sprawled unto all fours , as she fished for something inside the back of her car , her gigantic , fat , wide , thick , juicy rear , sticking out in its entirety, and made to seem even larger from her wanton position. The efforts she made of which , caused the massive supply of junk in her trunk , to press even more tightly against her usual attire of form fitting business pants , a palette of sheet white on this particular instance. This resulted in the already overstuffed fabric , clinging over her fat , plump , heaving heart shaped basket ball sized rear , like a second skin, highlighting every detail of every juicy , supple tender , thick morsel of delectable fat , that constituted such a rotund , hefty backside , as well as yielding clear view of each wave after wave of quivering and obscene shaking of flesh it made following each minute movement wobble , jiggle and bobble. So scandalous was the sight , that you could even clearly see , the black , laced panty which she wore underneath , or at least what was left of it as most of its contents , save for her stretched thin waistband , was swallowed whole by the mountainous volume of flesh of her fat ass.

Normally such a site would ignite you with a reddened embarrassing flare , for a brief moment , but today it filled you with a feeling of dread , as you scowered the surrounding vicinity , to make sure no one saw your mother in such a precarious position , or worst snapped a photo of her. For the most part it was all clear , until you came to a large oak tree by the side of the road , just a house adjacent to where yours was and the predicament went on. Your eyes widened , your heart began to beat wildly overcoming you with a violent heat and your nostrils flared , sending hot breeze down unto your lips.

There he stood , half obscured behind the oak , the same attire as before save for his pants being down below his ankles , and his hands occupying his fattened, swollen gonads , sliding vigorously and manically from shaft to tip , with an animalistic speed , as he longed hungrily at your mother's round , plush rear from a disturbingly short distance. He was like a man possessed , desperately working his large hands , up and down , his now very much moistened , thickened , swollen , throbbing horse cock, its , large , round , humongous apex , oozing a steady stream of viscous seminal fluid , before his hand seeped them up by dwarfing it for a brief moment , squeezing tightly for added stimulation and then moving back down to the base, using the products of his stimulation as added incentive for his euphoria , before repeating the process.

Seeing this , you raced downstairs as fast as you could, to catch the twisted , disgusting perverted , culprit , from using your mother's bimbo and beyond physique any further, as a means to pleasure himself. But as you reached the door and barged outside , he was nowhere to be seen. Your mother having found what she was searching for , now sat at the drivers seat, muttering a few words of concern to you , in fear , which was dissuaded and calmed by your own response , before you both shared a light goodbye and went about your days. As she sped off, you quickly jogged to the oak where the man stood concealed , the area rife with a pungent aroma , and at the roots of the tree itself, a large , thick , white pool of semen, indicating that what you had witnessed wasn't fantasy. Once was a coincidence , twice was cause for concern, not only had this man gave a different aura compared to the usual lecherous onlookers, you were now certain he seemed privy to showing up at your adobe to use your mother's body as a relief for his perverse bliss, the ejaculate on the ground being evidence enough.

Having failed in your attempt to capture the pervert, you spent the rest of the day teetering between paranoia and a call for action. You found yourself questioning the identity of the stalker, his motives, the possibility that your home wasn't his only venue of enjoyment, and the very real probability that his hungry desire, could give way to more than just debase acts inflicted upon himself but unto your mother as well. A thought that sent a cold shiver down your spine. This sparked you to prepare for his undoubted arrival tomorrow.

The following day you arose early , and hid in a thick bush nearby in your neighbor's yard. Squatted for near an hour in that itchy, green hell, beneath bated breath and profuse perforation , anxious for the disgusting brutes arrival. Your mind flooded with a need for answers and the pain and humiliation you were ready to inflict upon the sorry bastard. Unfortunately for you that moment would not yield today. Eventually you watched as your front door swung open and your mother waltzed to her car, as per usual her fattened, ghetto booty and large, full milk tanks bouncing and swaying indecently as she did. Your eyes quickly sharpened as you lay witness to this site, scathing the surroundings like an alert predator for the man's appearance, but to no avail. Your search ending in a peculiar mix of frustration and relief as your mother's car kicked up dust and sped off. Once again you sat defeated.

Having failed again, you sullenly marched inside, pondering the possibilities of what could've happened, your mind immediately suspecting that perhaps he was unto the fact that you were aware of his behavior and decided to play it safe. With naught to do save, attempt to capture the fool again tomorrow, the rest of the day you spent casually lounging about your house, once in a while , your innate paranoia, causing you to fear for your mother safety. For all you knew the stalker could have ambushed her on her walk into work, ripping off her clothes like a starved beast, greedily slobbering all over her engorged plump nipples , mauling her ripened globes, while furiously pounding into her exposed, damp, contorting vagina, like a jackhammer, before releasing the heavy contents of his balls deep into her womb, without a care for her having to sire his tainted, unwanted seed. You hated that about yourself, but had to admit that it gave you the resolve to bring the pervert to justice. Unfortunately for you no amount of resolve could prepare you for the horrors to come.

Later that night you found yourself half awake in bed, contemplating whether he would show himself , or continue to lay low, and if you would manage to procure any results tomorrow and protect your mother. That was until you became acutely aware of what sounded like the rustling of bushes and crackling of bramble outside your home, followed by an audible metal 'clack'. You sprang to your feet, your monomania, sending your heart crashing against your ribcage and your veins bulging against your skin. It was the dead of night, and just you and your mother were home, your concern was certainly warranted. Tension built in your mind, like a fine piece of thread stretched to it's limit ready to burst, as you stood in utter silence, the only sound pervading your ears was the activity of the nightly insects and your own beating heart. It could just be a coincidence, but somewhere deep down in your mind, you had figured something far more sinister were a foot. And, so you quickly slipped outside your room, and tiptoed down the empty, shadowy hallway downstairs and eventually to your front door, where you slowly twisted the nob and crept out into the chilly, starless night.

Your eyes unadjusted to the dark, you frantically searched your surroundings for anything out of the ordinary, eventually coming to a stop , at what seemed to be the outline of a ladder, inclined against your home, sat atop it a shadowy figure, eerily reminiscent of the beast you had set your mind on apprehending, peering, like a predator, directly into your parents bedroom through a closed window. This caused your blood to boil over, and your mind to be near consumed by a frothing rage, but luckily your last sliver of reason beat some sense into you and calmed you down. This was the perfect opportunity to capture the pervert red-handed, and so you slowly creeped to the ladder's foot, intent on yanking it from beneath him, so as to concuss him for capture. But, in your hasty motions you stepped on a twig, the sound reverberating through the now near soundless night between you two like a gunshot. Instantly, the man swung his head in your direction, startled to see you preying on him, like the animal you dreamed he was, he pounced down from the ladder unto the ground, before bolting off into the blackness of the night. You tried to give chase, but he was clearly more athletic than you, and vanished from your eyesight within a split second.

You collapsed to the ground defeated, and now exhausted, muttering profanities between your panted breaths. Again you had failed. You slammed your fists into the cold dirt , lamenting his evasion, before you groggily stood up and dragged yourself back in the direction of your home. Looking up from your downcast glance, you came to realize that in his haste the monster had left behind his ladder. Curious, and not wanting the night to be a complete failure, you found yourself rising to the apex, until you came set upon the sight he was so greedily basking in, the frame of which near unattached your jaw from your face.

It was only what you could describe as a fertility goddess, nay more like a cock hungry succubus instead. Thick, rich, long, damp chocolate brown hair, swept back unto her tiny, sweet honey tanned back. A slender neck , and demure narrow shoulders , juxtaposed by large, swollen full, orbs of teardrop shaped flesh that sprung from her chest before their massive weight, and size, caused them to seductively droop unto her taut, flat stomach; decorated by a pair of large, dusky pink, dinner plate sized areolas, home to fattened, engorged, turgid, near finger sized nipples that bolted forward thanks to the cool summer breeze. All of it held up by a duo of plump, long, thick shapely legs, and wide, child bearing, hefty bovine hips, which themselves were adorned with a set wide, thickset, quivering endless sea of juicy quivering flesh, that much like her breast spewed in near ever direction before coming to a tantalizing finish unto the back of her plush thighs. The most surprising thing of all, or should you say unsurprising, was that all of it belonged to your sweet, loving mother.

You flushed red , with both embarrassment an rage. That bastard had no doubt devoured an eyeful of such an unholy, yet salacious image of your mom, most likely intending to take pictures and pleasure himself to them later, and yet even worse possibly use them as ****, or post them on the internet. You were livid, you rectified yourself once more, you were going to do whatever it takes to stop this bastard and save your mother.

Woefully for you, fate was not so kind.