When I had gotten down from the attic, I was shocked at my own discovery.
"There you are *huff* would you mind helping your mother out? You know this big gut of mine makes it hard to bend down." She said.
Her once slim body was now replaced with an insurmountable amount of flab. Her hips were wider than mine, and her breast, if not for her bra, would have most likely sagged to the sides of her enormous gut. Each and every crevice of her form was fitted with supple rolls of flesh. Though I've always admired my mother, seeing her obese form triggered something inside me. I had found her attractive before, but now she was plain hot! It shocked me a little to have discovered my new found fat fetish, but after what had happened in the attic, her ending up like this was bound to happen. Her attire was also questionable, as it seems she was wearing nothing besides a stained sports bra that could barely contain her giant breast and a pair of very large panties.
"Sure, mom! What do you need help with?" Her body turned, her belly swaying back and forth as it went down to her knees.
She began walking over into the kitchen, her body jiggling and wobbling her sweet, sweet cellulite.
"I accidentally dropped a few jugs of cream, and I need your help." Upon entering the kitchen, I now could see that there actually were jugs of cream!
Though of their purpose, I could only think of one thing...
My mother grunted as she bent down, revealing how massive her ass was for me. I immediately could feel the boner inside spring up as I wanted nothing more than to plant myself upon my mother's ass. She struggled as she tried to reach over her gut, and that was when I walked over and picked up the jugs for her.
"Thank you sweetie! What would I ever do with out you?" She giggled.
Her form then shifted and walked back over into the living room. She struggled with each breath as if she had run a marathon. When she finally arrived at the couch, she then positioned her giant form and fell back into the cushions. After this, she finally noticed me watching her.
"Jack! What have I told you about staring at me like that? You know I'm very conscious about my weight!" She blushed as she grabbed a pillow and placed it over her belly.
It barely covered it. I apologized and walked into my room, my heart pounding. My morbidly obese mother was the sexiest thing I've seen! I wanted her, no, I needed her. But I felt like something was missing...
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