Chapter 2 My mom is all that I want

I’m Davi, an 18-year-old boy who sits in the second chair in the middle of the room. Average grades and average looks, an average existence that goes unnoticed by all eyes. It would be difficult to find, in me, special qualities to stand out. I don't say this because I hated myself, but because it was reality. I rather liked being like that, average and sneaky. A boy that no one suspected or expected anything from. Because I was that person, I heard everyone's most intimate secrets. That! If I were to describe the only thing special about my existence, it would be the number of secrets I've accumulated. From boys and girls, from all groups in the school, I learned many things. Secrets, phone numbers, favorite things—I ended up finding out about that from all of my classmates. To prevent bullying, I tried to be friends with and useful to everyone. As a result, I ended up listening to everyone's conversation. Not that I was a confessional; in fact, I just listened to the conversation of others. Since I was part of the background, a girl wouldn't hesitate to mention that she was cheating on her boyfriend with me there. That's how I learned early on the importance of information. For example, it was creating a situation in which the girlfriend would see her boyfriend making out with another girl that I kissed for the first time. I knew she would kiss the first man who was around for revenge. Then, I positioned everything in the right place, and that was it. By the way, with similar tricks, I lost my virginity. It may sound incredible, but they were just tricks. I was never good at talking with women, let alone seducing them. Of course, I never had a girlfriend. Now, what information did I have? What could I use to be able to touch my mother's huge tits? Yes, as wrong as it was, my heart was set. I wanted my mother; I wanted her so much that I stopped masturbating. I couldn't come if it weren't for her. In the end, lying on my bed, my heart was racing non-stop, while my mind wandered with perverse ideas. Even trying, I couldn't calm that desire, so I had to organize my ideas. Unfortunately, I knew very little about that kind and hot woman. I lived with her when I was a child, but at 11 years old, I moved to my father's house and stayed with him until a month before. After the divorce, my parents ended up dividing things; my mother stayed with my sister, and I stayed with my father. Shit! Because of that, I had little contact with that beauty. For various reasons, in the middle of my third year of high school, I had to change schools. Since the new school was closer to my mother's house, I moved there. Then came the problem: she was too sexy! In the last month, every second was hellish, and I couldn't contain this rising fire. Eventually, it got to the point where I couldn't stop masturbating. Anyway, the only really important thing was that I was on vacation and my mother would have a vacation in a few days; that is, we would spend a lot of time together in the house, just the two of us. By the way, my sister was two years older and already lived abroad. That is, the only people in the house were me and my target, not to mention that everything indicated that we would have a lot of time together. It was my best chance. Still calming my heart, I wrote on a piece of paper: Name: Lia. Characteristics: She has a body to envy and a face of 20, even though she is 36. Personality: She is a kind woman. Work: She does some odd jobs from time to time, but her main job is being an accountant, and she has always taken good care of the family financially. Okay, that was all the information I had. As it turned out, I knew little about my beloved. I took a deep breath and decided to go down the stairs. From that day on, I was planning on actually trying to fuck my mom. My heart was racing, and I felt tense, afraid… If everything went wrong, how would everyone look for me? It didn't matter! I was determined, and, first of all, I needed to find out if she was single, her tastes, and things like that. At the very least, I already knew that from the careless way she dressed at home, she didn't see me as a man at all... Or maybe she was trying to seduce me? As always, silly ideas popped into my head. I shook my head, needing to dispel these illusions so I could come up with a more realistic plan. I went down to the living room. Mom was lounging on the couch while watching the news on TV, exuding mature charm throughout. She'd already taken off her overcoat from her suit, so there was only a white shirt left, sweaty and skintight. What's more, she had left a huge cleavage open. Thinking about those sexy curves, as well as her luscious ass, made my cock itch non-stop. I wish I could violate that soft ass without restraint, pushing my cock deep in and out of her pussy. "Key, did you finish your homework?" She tried to act casual, but it was clear the mood was uncomfortable. "Mhm… a new term." I answered distractedly, with my gaze fixed on that woman's body. I knew I should control myself, but it wasn't possible. "Okay, you can come sit down and watch some TV. I'll warm up the plates for you." Mom didn't seem to notice my lustful gaze. Or was she just pretending not to notice? Anyway, she quickly ran away from me. It was clear that she was still very uncomfortable with the whole situation. By the way, by moving fast, her giant breasts rocked up and down, making me feel dizzy and hypnotized. The power of those big boobs was terrifying. If a woman's breasts are her weapons, those cow tits were the deadliest weapons in the world! Soon, I was fantasizing about a thousand ways to violate my mother's milkers. Still, my mind was focused on a goal even larger than her breasts. So I forced my voice: "Mother, there's no need to do everything yourself. I'll help you in the kitchen. And I’m sorry for my delay; it took me a long time to solve all the exercises.” At the subtle mention of what had happened in the bedroom, my mother's body shivered. Her face flushed a little, and she looked away. Completely embarrassed, she still replied with a gentle tone: "Leave it to me. We've been away for so long; let me spoil you a little, silly!" She was so cute! I loved everything about her! Her reddened cheeks, the little pout she made, and her little jokes were all so cute. My heart raced. More than violating her, I wanted to hug her, kiss her, and have her! I loved my mother very much, and that love made me courageous. I made a slightly cheeky comment: “If you want to spoil me, why don’t you feed me?” What followed was silence. The woman in front of me seemed to be against the wall, scared and paralyzed with embarrassment. I, who had tried to step forward, was very ashamed. I thought she would laugh, but she didn't, and the silence was killing me. The woman took a deep breath, brought her hand to her enormous breasts, and opened her mouth: “Son, thank you.” What did she mean by that? My whole body shivered, dreading what she was going to say. “Sorry, as much as I'm the adult here, you even tried to make a joke to calm me down. Thank you very much, but your mother has to face this.” I got a little tense, fearing what she would say. Anyway, I kept my silence. “Sorry, because of my careless actions, the mood got pretty awkward between the two of us, huh? Don't worry, next time I'll knock on the door and wait before I go in, okay?" "That…" The situation got even more uncomfortable. "I'll say this at once. Don't worry, I understand that a young man your age has these kinds of desires.” I was silent. "I have to say, I've noticed that your room is always filled with a strange smell. There's also a bunch of crumpled tissue paper in your room. It's okay to do that, but keep your room clean.” “Mother… I … it’s…” I was so flushed I couldn't answer; my heart was going to explode. Noticing the situation, my mother gently stroked my head. "Don't worry, Davi. I'll always be by your side. Don't worry, I won't get mad. I know that masturbating is part of adolescence and… Just one thing: you must remember that everything should be done in moderation. If you do it too much, it will harm your body." Contrary to the expected effect, the mood became even stranger between us. My mother still looked like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't, and I was paralyzed with embarrassment. I should use the opportunity to talk about sex, maybe ask about my mother's experiences. I had so many options, but I couldn't even open my mouth. With me quiet, she was the one who continued to speak with difficulty: “Davi, I know you've finally reached the age where you start to be interested in girls, but…eh, how do I say this? Well, about me, I know we didn't grow up together, but I'm still your mother, so…” I was very afraid of where this conversation would go. At that moment, I only wondered one thing: had she noticed my perverted looks? Did she already know everything? My heart stopped.