The moment of silence lasted too long.
"Um," my mother awkwardly cupped her big fat boobs in an attempt to retain her modesty. She was not successful, her breasts had become far too fat for her to handle. "Is there something, uh... was there something you were after? I'm... kinda in the middle of something..." Mom began to blush.
I smirked. There I was in the doorway, overweight and spilling out of the clothes I'd bought not two weeks ago. "Oh nothing!" I feigned innocence, "its just... my god you're looking good these days Mom! Don't be embarrassed, own it!"
She had know this was coming. Ever since she had started putting on weight her son had been, how should we say, bold in how he complimented his mother. I didn't cross the line so much as lean as hard a possible against it. Mom had real trouble resisting snacks and turning down deserts, a problem that was whimsical at first but started to become a problem when her poor waistline had to bear the grunt of her addiction. Dress sizes and bra sizes headed skyward, my mother going from athletic, to pudgy, thick, chubby, well endowed, plump, fat, very fat and finally concerningly overweight. Those mammories and that ass just got heavier and heavier before my very eyes, and hey, I am a young hot blooded man so I called it how I saw it. Mom had no idea if her son was mocking her immense weight problem, or if he was giving her sincere (if inappropriate) compliments. Either way it made her uncomfortable.
"Um, I..." she was flustered now, "I don't know what you're talking about. If you give me 5 mins I could finish putting..."
I crossed the room confidently, "I'm talking about THIS Mom!" and with that I slapped my chubby hand down audibly on one of her massive ass cheeks. I kept it there and aggressively jiggled the mass flab for effect. It felt amazing.
"Jack!" Mom was shocked and pulled her tits closer in to her.
"What?"
"Don't do that!"
"Why?"
"Because, sons don't do that to their mothers!" in her outrage she forgot her modesty and dropped her massive tits. They sagged and were covered in stretch marks from her enormous gain, but they were a sight to behold. "It's what they do to... to their girlfriends!"
"Hey!" I shrugged, "I'm just saying you're looking gorgeous these days! A lot better than you used to. Can't I give my mother a compliment?"
"I just..." she blushed again, "I don't feel very gorgeous these days..."
"Are you kidding?" I grabbed her ass again, she winced, "Okay so you're big girl now, you like to eat, is that a crime?"
"...Jack..."
"There's nothing in the world more attractive than a woman who pleases and pampers herself. You used to be a small, lean, weak woman. Now you're a powerful woman who takes control and treats herself, and you know what the consequence for that is?"
Mom was unsure if that was a real question, "...uh"
"Amazing tits. Gigantic ones. Seriously!" with my hand still placed on her ass I used the other to cup her closest breast and weigh it for effect, "Trust me, as a man I am qualified to say these are whoppers and they're better than christmas. The leave those little melons you used to have for dead."
"I don't think this is appropriate..."
My hands left my mother's body, "Whoa whoa, I was just saying you look good!" I looked as innocent as I could right after fondling my mother. "If anything, I'm *JEALOUS* of how good you look. I'd kill for a body just like your's."
"You're... jealous?"
"Of course? Why do you think I've been gorging myself? Honestly, I'd kill for such a huge, hot body like you. I look up to you Mom, I want to be just like you. I want my ass to be huge like your's, and god I wish I had some double K like you instead of these pathetic A's." I groped my man boobs unenthusiastically.
"Oh..." my mother was confused, overwhelmed but more importantly relieved, "Well, that's a lot to take in Jack. But I'm flattered that you find my body so inspiring. And I'm sorry I accused you of being inappropriate. You're young and your curious about your body and your mother's. Sure, those bodies are a tab, uh, more ample than they used to be, but there's nothing wrong with that."
She pulled me in to an overwhelmingly flabby embrace, her mammoth breasts crammed right into my face, my hands left to explore her extremely fleshy backside.
After a long embrace we parted. "So Mom," I began again, "The whole reason that I came to bug you when you were trying to get changed was to say that maybe we shouldn't go out to dinner. I mean, you've been struggling to get into your out fit for half an hour now, and I'm not doing any better getting into mine."
"Oh, what are you suggesting?"
"Well," I chirped up, "I know that your goal is to get a whole heap of food into you ASAP. How about we have a fat night in? No tight outfit required; we let it all hang out. I'll order us a heap of fast food and we can eat it in our underwear. No shame, we can put it all on display! You can show me how to put some pounds on this tiny frame."
Mom weighed up her options.
"So?"
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