This choice: It's his mom, come to apologize • Go Back...Chapter #3It Isn't Big, It's Sexy by: chaos  
“I know you told me to leave you alone, but I just wanted to apologize. I should be more considerate of your feelings, you’re such a sensitive boy. I’ve been a bad mother.” Bobby wanted to just ignore her, let her know he was still upset at her for babying him. His resolve faltered when he saw how upset his mom looked, her lower lip twitched as she looked like she was near tears. While his mom thought he was sensitive, she was as delicate a flower. He couldn’t watch sad movies with her or she’d end up bawling her eyes out, she nearly suffocated him when she tried to hold on to him during his first day of school and worried about every thing too much. The last thing he wanted to do was make her cry so he knew what he had to do.
“It’s okay mom, I forgive you. You’re a good mom.” Rose brightened up right away, a big smile splitting her face. She raced over to her short soon, plopping down beside him on the bed hard. Bobby felt the bed creak and he wondered if his mom was putting on weight. When he spotted a half finished candy bar sticking out of her pocket he got his answer.
“Mom, you said you were going to stop eating junk food. You know what sugar does to your body.”
“But it tastes so good,” Rose whined, taking the candy bar out and taking a big bite. Bobby rolled his eyes, his mom could be a mature, sensible woman, but when she got her cravings she was as reasonable as a six year old. Usually it was junk food, donuts, pizza and chocolate. With the way she ate, it was surprising that she wasn’t heavier. Or to say that not all of her was heavier.
“Mom, if you keep eating like this you won’t be able to fit into any of your dresses or pants again. Remember when you had to replace half your clothes because you couldn’t stop gong to that new buffet by the house?”
“But I didn’t have to replace a single shirt, so it wasn’t that bad,” Rose added and Bobby just rolled his eyes. His mom had a really strange metabolism. She could eat a lot, but it all went strait to her hips and butt like the fat was too lazy to go any higher. Right now he could see how strained her grey dress was from her big, round rump. She must have been sneaking more junk food because it was certainly bigger. It was hard enough having an overprotective, hot mom, but when the junk in her truck is nearly half the size of your whole body, you tend to feel a little intimidated.
“I’ll remember that next time you have me help you fit into a pair of jeans,” Bobby said dryly. Things were awkward enough with his mom without having to help her get tight cloths on. All that blubbery behind being forced into those tiny jeans, squishing and shaking around, it gave him thoughts he’d rather forget.
“Well, I know a lot of boys wouldn’t complain about helping me get dressed or undressed,” Rose said playfully. Bobby gulped nervously, fighting back mixed feeling about his mom. She was usually very motherly and overprotective of him, but sometimes she liked to be playful, teasing him about her body and how gorgeous she was. He preferred she smoother him with affection, at least he knew what to feel.
“A lot of boys also like a girl with a little bit extra to shake around. Just because I’ve put on a little weight on my behind doesn’t mean guys don’t still think I’m attractive.” To prove her point, Rose got up and struck a pose for her son. With both hands on her hips she pushed her chest out, lifting her big rump up and giving it a little shake. She was wearing regular clothes, but the way her breasts and ass pushed out the thin material it looked very skimpy. Bobby looked away hesitantly, blushing and wishing he had never mentioned his mom’s eating habits. If his mom tried to prove she was still sexy with a fashion show, he was going to die from embarrassment.
RING RING
Rose stood up strait, turning towards the front door with a frown on her face, unhappy that her little display to her son had been interrupted. They weren’t supposed to be here for another hour.
“I’ll get it!” Bobby said as he raced out of the room, banishing any taboo thoughts he might have of his mom. He knew who was at the door and was thanking God they had arrived early. He had found out they were coming earlier and was excited to see them, not just because they were saving him from his extra embarrassing mom. He opened the door with a big smile, ready to let them in.
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