My Mommy.
Vampire  Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk 
Muscular mom gets drunk and son has an experience of a lifetime.


It was 10 pm when I returned after dropping Geena home. Mom hadn't returned
till now. Ever since her divorce, ten months back, her social life had
declined. She had joined a gym seven months ago and went there five times a
week and worked out for hours. But she was home early. Her routine was very
simple. She woke up at 4 am in the morning. Then she went to the gym. She'd
return at 7, get ready and go to her office. And she came back at 5 in the
evening, and remained home thereafter. But tonight she had for the first time
since Dad left, gone out to attend a party.

Mom turned 58 a month back. She had married dad when she was 38 and my dad was
29. I was born three years later. Mom had always been attractive, my dad used
to tell me. But a year ago he had fallen for a girl who was a stripper by
profession and just 4 years older than me.

I switched the TV on. A documentary on snakes was being shown. Then at around
11, door bell rang. I opened the door. Mom was reclining against the wall. She
was evidently a bit drunk.

"Hi sonny, how are you?" She said as she entered. Her voice was a bit husky
and slurred. She threw her arms around me and gave me an intense hug. It could
be classified as a bearhug. Cause she squeezed the daylight out of me. She was
5'10, the same as me, but since she joined the gym, she had beefed up
astonishiningly. She outweighed my 160 pound body by atleast 20 pounds. And
now that she held me close to her, I could feel that all of her weight was
muscle.

"Mommy ah..." I groaned.

"Oh sorry son, I didn't know I was hurting you." She relaxed and sat down on
the couch heavily. Reclining on one side she removed her jacket. Her evening
gown was a sleeveless one. As soon as the jacket was removed, I noticed her
incredibly beefy arms. She jerked her hair back with a swoop of her hands, and
boy did her arms flex to mesmerizing proportions. Two large round peaks like
small melons popped up above her meaty triceps which hardened amazingly. I
couldn't believe how large her biceps were. I found out later that her flexed
biceps measured 15 inches, which was unbelievable but true. She jerked off her
sandals too.

"Bring me a glass of water Mark."

I brought her a glass of cold water. She drank it thirstily, spilling quite a
lot of water on her self. I saw the trickle of water running through her lips
to her thickly muscled neck and thence to her broad brawny shoulders through
to her gown. She tossed the empty glass towards me and I had to leap to my
left to catch it.

"Are you alright mom?" I asked, sitting next to her. I affectionately rubbed
her bare arms and was alarmed by their hardness and muscle definition. They
were kind of sweaty and were glistening. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I was
enjoying her tough granitelike biceps. I noticed that greenish veins ran all
over her forearms, and one ran like a snake through her bicep as well. I could
actually feel her veins atop her mighty muscles. I felt myself hardening so I
removed my hands from her biceps and started rubbing her broad back, but found
that even her back was heavily muscled. Finally I rested my hand over her
brawny shoulders. She turned a bit and even her shoulder popped up with
frightening muscles. My mom was muscle-bound every where.

"Look here Mark, Don't you find me attractive?"

"Ofcourse, I do mom. You are beautiful."

"Then why did your dad leave me?"

I was speechless for a second, then replied, "Because he couldn't appreciate
your beauty."

"And you do.."

"Sure mom." I said.

"I love you son." She said and hugged me again.

Then she got up and started walking towards her room. She tripped over and
fell down.

"Mom are you alright?" I said as I rushed towards her. She sat down on the
floor. I slid my hands under her arms. Her shaven armpits were moist with
sweat. I tried to raise her but was unsuccesful. She felt very heavy.

"Come here" She said as her massive fist grabbed my trousers. "Come here
Jack."

"Mom. I am not Dad. I am Mark."

"Oh shut up Jack. I know what you want."

She was apparently hallucinating under the effect of alcohol.

She unstrapped my trousers and removed my underpants. I tried to get away but
she was too powerful for me. She leaned ahead and knelt down infront of me
still holding the bottom of my shirt. I was naked underneath. Her domination
over me caused my shaft to stiffen. She removed her gown and bra before
burying her face between my thighs, taking my cock deep in her mouth and
sucking it hungrily. I gasped, my hands on her head, which was moving back and
forth to suit her pleasure. She evidently enjoyed sucking cock, for she moaned
and whimpered deep in her cock-filled throat, pumping my shaft in her gigantic
fist, her cheeks distended by the bulge of my penis. She grabbed my hips and
pulled my penis deeper into her hot mouth.

She teased my buttocks open and pressed a strong finger to my anus. I gasped,
my hips twitching violently and, at once, she opened her mouth wide under my
cock, running her tongue rapidly and salaciously around my bulging cock-head,
pumping my shaft in one huge fist. With a shuddering groan, I exploded, my
hips lurching and twitching as the heat spewed in thick, sticky jets from the
slit in my cock-head and into her open mouth. Her face creased in pleasure as
she swallowed it, shaking my cock, spattering her face and breasts with my
semen.

When she was finished, she was a sweaty mess, her face streaked with
perspiration and semen.

"Lick me dry Jack." She ordered.

I knelt down infront of her and said, "Mom, you don't understand, I am
not..ahhhh..." I couldn't complete my sentence as she grabbed my neck with her
huge palm and started strangling me.

"Ok.. I'll .... do it." I managed to speak out.

She let go off my neck and I bent and started lapping the semen from her huge
thick boobs. I sucked on her meaty tits until they were free of my semen. Then
I licked her mammoth shoulders and muscular, veinous neck clean. It was so
disgusting to eat my own semen, but I knew I had no other option. My mom could
kill me with just one punch if she wanted to.

When I was finished mom got up to her feet but not easily cause she was drunk.
She was wearing just panties, and I could see her rock hard ab muscles. Her
waist was slim flaring into hard muscular hips. Her thighs were mammoth. They
were wellbuilt with some solid muscle. They were so thick. And her calves were
plain huge with right amount of muscle. She outgunned me in every department.

"Come on Jack, lets go to bed." She said and swooped me in her arms. She
cradled me in those huge powerful arms and carried me to her bedroom
effortlessly. She threw me on the bed. Suddenly she sighed and fainted. She
fell right on me. She was so heavy. Her naked breasts were covering my face. I
squirmed and writhed to get out from under her, but even unconscious, she was
more than a match for me. I just couldn't remove her huge body which was
resting heavily on my relatively delicate body. After a lot of squirming I
managed to writhe off. Now only my leg was underneath her left arm. I had to
use both my hands to lift that giant arm of hers. Her arm felt like pillar of
steel, steel which swelled up and hardened even more. Moving her was like
trying to move a fallen tree. Anyhow it took me half an hour to see to it that
she was lying on the bed properly. I took out a nighty from her wardrobe. But
I just couldn't manuevre the nighty around her body, so I just placed the
bedsheet over her.

Next morning, when I went down, I found her preparing sandwiches for me.

"Hi mom." I said and kissed her cheek as if nothing had happened.

"Hello son." She said. "Were you in my room yesterday? Actually yesterday's
incidents are a bit blurred in my mind.

"No mom. You came in and retired to bed. You were quite drunk." I said.

"Yeah! Well I had a weird dream yesterday. I saw Jack in my dream and he was
calling me mom."

I didn't answer. I sat down on the chair and observed my mom preparing
breakfast, her back towards me. She was again in her usual fullsleeved dresses
and all. But as I saw her working, I could feel her muscles bulging and
rippling underneath all those clothes. After yesterday, I could see even in
her fully covered body that she was very broad and powerful. If yesterday's
events hadn't happened, I would still be living thinking that I was the man in
the house.

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