Jason kept writing. Her replies were as instant
as his. This was like texting, but in a relatively known site.
She explained to him that his feelings were
pure. Normal even. But that this woman he was dating, she just didn´t
understand. But she does.
“There´s no problem on a man wanting a mommy.
I´d love it if one just came to me and be brave enough as you were. To come to
me and make me feel appreciated, loved.” She understands.
He´s amazed by how excited he is. He found
someone who feels the same way he does. Well, she´s the other part in this
scenario. Player number 2, if you wish.
He played the role of a man who was sad,
vulnerable. In a little sorrow. And she, she was great!
Her messages were sweet, attentive. Tender,
comprehensive. She was easy, she was nice. He did feel the love of a mommy
right there. The question is, who is she?
Is she actually a woman? And if she is, is she
single? His age? Or is he chatting with some elder woman. No way, elder women
don´t know how to look for these forums.
He felt bold, he thought he had found a friend
here. Someone to distract him from the events that took place the day before.
She seemed so genuine. He wanted to know her.
“Thank you for being so kind. You´re so sweet,
really helping me get through this. But if I may ask. Are you a woman?” He sent
it without thinking twice.
How stupid, the question seemed so
uncomfortable, so cringy. Out of the blue, he just started asking personal
information. He just hopes she takes this the right way.
For a moment, there was no reply. He blew it,
again. And just when he felt he had lost the only person who could understand
him, her message appeared.
“Of course, sweetheart. Why would I lie? Haha.”
He sighed in relief. However, this question he made opened a window to a more
intimate conversation.
“What about you? What´s your name?” This was
getting too real.
He could give her his real name. there must be
thousands of people out there with that name.
“I´m Jason.” He replied.
“Nice to meet you, Jason. My name´s Irene,
sweetheart.” He felt butterflies every time she wrote the words sweetheart, or
honey, or anything resembling a tender nickname.
However, her next question left him speechless.
“Where are you from?” He didn´t saw that one
coming.
This was getting beyond regular questions.
Should he tell? Should he not? She will understand if he doesn´t want to,
right?
He told her the country. And she replied she
was from the same place, then she asked which state. He wasn´t sure, but he
told her either way. Turns out, she´s from the same state. What a coincidence,
right?
“NO WAY! Which city?” she asked.
This was too personal. There´s no way she can
find him on the state, but in the city? How many Jason´s can be out there? He
hadn´t gave her his last name, at least.
He stood there, wondering if he should log out.
Leave the conversation and walk away. Should he say goodbye? He spent over ten
minutes looking at the screen, unable to take action.
“Are you still there? Hehe, it´s fine, you
don´t have to tell me, I know it´s a bit strange for someone you just met
online to ask that sort of things. I was just saying because I´d like to meet
you. You sound so sweet, and you need someone to take care of you. To keep you
warm during this lonely and cold times. But don´t worry, it´s too risky to meet
with a perfect stranger you met on the web. You´re a wise, careful guy ;D”
Take care? Meet? She wanted to meet him to take
care of him?
It seemed risky, but what if she was that lady
from the other day? The one at the store! What if her name “hugemommy35” meant
that she was a tall, maternal woman. The woman at the store seemed maternal, so
sweet. And she was so tall.
He couldn´t waste this chance. What if the universe
had finally given something back to him? Gave him the chance to meet, again,
with the woman who started him in this. He could close the loop.
He gave. He told her everything she asked for.
Hoping for the best. He was excited, and when she suggested they could meet, in
a public place so that he felt safe. He agreed.
Jason was excited. He could already picture
himself on a date with the amazon from the other day. Looking up to her as they
walked out of the restaurant. She was a bit older, but that doesn´t matter. To
him, she´s a muse.
The thing is, this wasn´t the same woman. In
fact, this woman didn´t even lived where she said she did. She just said it not
to make things too weird when she crosses the country just to meet him.
The woman, Irene, she was lonely, like him. She
was yet to find the right man. No one wanted to play her game. And when she saw
his reply. She had to do something.
She wasn´t lying, she was kind, sweet, and so
maternal. She wanted nothing but to pamper a man with all of her love. Smother
him with her affection and sink him in the deepest of her love.
“Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod!” she nearly
shouted as she clapped her hands. She was going to have a date with him. She
had no idea how he looked, but neither does him.
As long as he was into calling her mommy, that
was enough.
They scheduled their date for the weekend.
Which is common, but it was more convenient for he since she was not in the
city, as she said.
She didn´t even knew the place where he lived.
But if he was true with all he said, Irene was sure he was the one.
This was her chance, to fulfill her dreams, to
meet her desires, to get what she wanted. And Jason seemed like the kind of
men, at least sounded like that type, who will give into her.
Their messages continued during the week. She
sent him his good morning greetings, always ending up with one of those
kindhearted words he liked. She was making him special, loved.
She hadn´t forgotten about May, who currently
was his ex. But Irene was so sweet, so kind. She was helping him to feel
better, to forget.
Irene was attentive, caring. Her messages were
always to check on him, how he was feeling, if he felt better. He did.
He feels much better now that there´s a woman
chatting with him. But not any woman, a kindhearted, sweet and maternal one.
He knows it, she just seems so perfect. He
can´t help but to feel some affection for her. Love? He did fell in love
easily. And Irene was the type of woman he was looking for. Plus, he believes
she´s the amazon from the store. That thrills him.
She´s so sweet, making him special, cared for.
And every time he tries to picture her, the image of a tall, voluptuous, and
thick woman comes to his mind. He gets aroused by those thoughts.
He sometimes even pictures the woman, carrying
him to his room. As if he was a feather, holding him in her arms like nothing.
So strong, so kind, so silvery.
Jason could barely hold it until the weekend.
He wanted to meet her, to see her. To know her better. Over the messages, he
could tell she promised to be everything he was looking for, now it´s time to
see if those messages were true.
Friday night came, finally. The wait was a
torture, but it was finally time to meet Irene. Who now seemed more like the
prospect of a new girlfriend.
Can you imagine? Jason, finally being pampered
in the arms of this goddess. Would it be weird if he, in the privacy of a
lonely place, asks her if he can sit on her lap?
He can barely hold it as he pictures her vast,
sturdy lap. Softer than any cushion he´s ever been on. Warm, cozy, robust. Even
while sitting on her lap, would their heads be at the same level?
Thinking on how she was taller, heavier,
overall bigger. That got him going. Could she eat more than him? For sure! Be
stronger? Well, she can certainly lift him, but he won´t be able to lift her.
Does she have a bigger salary than him? Well, that doesn´t really matter.
But it all proves that she´s a more prepared,
and capable woman. Superior in every aspect. A woman he will have no problem on
letting her spoil him. But he´s not a gold digger, he wants love, not money.
However, he can resume all of the above simply by saying she´s taking care of
him. And he can repay, with hugs and kisses.
The day had finally come, and now, it was time.
The bus dropped Jason right around the corner. He was wearing his best shirt,
some casual pants and a pair of shoes that were only gathering dust on the
closet. It´s been decades, or feels like it, since he had to dress up like
that.
Usually, he goes with a plain t-shirt, some jeans,
or shorts. And in winter, he´s always wearing a hoodie. Or the same thick
jacket during the coldest days.
He felt nicely dressed, sort of causal
elegancy. In spite of that, when he got to the place, he noticed something. It
was by far fancier than he thought.
The restaurant, which she picked and he had no
problem, was utterly fancy. An elegant exterior, which can only mean that the
insides are way too luxurious for a man who was “almost sure” his shirt was
clean.
Has this place always been here? It looked too
good, too nice to be located downtown. It looks more like a restaurant for rich
people, and not people who pop in a restaurant while shopping. However, this
whole street seemed to be full with fancy places, other than the regular thrift
shops and fast food restaurants. Maybe, the classy side of downtown? He had no
idea, he just went in.
He was still doubting, is this the right place?
He felt odd.
“May I help you, sir?” Came the voice of a man,
wearing a tuxedo.
“S-sure, I´m… here on a date, uhm…” he had no
idea how this works.
“May I have your name, please.” Said the man as
he checked on his agenda.
Jason gave his name, the gentleman at the door
smiled, just as he will with every customer, and asked him to follow him.
Explaining that his date was already there.
“Your table, sir…” he presented him a table,
one with a lady already in it.
Jason was excited, elated. His heart started
beating faster. His hands suddenly felt cold. There she was, his date. This
woman he´s been chatting with for days. Irene.
But, was Irene the same woman he met before?
The sexy amazon? Well, not quite.
He could see she was looking at the menu. Which
is covering her, mostly her chest. He can´t help it but to feel curiosity
towards that precise area of the female anatomy.
“Uhm… Irene?” he asks, trying to make a nice,
yet sort of shy, entrance.
She dropped the menu, revealing her face. She
was pretty. Not the face of the huge lady he thought she was, but she may be
kind of prettier. Long, brown hair, a cute make-up, not too much, but just the
right amount. And below that angelic face, a huge pair of tits. D, E, F, G, H…
what size were those?
He had a hard time not leering at them. They
were HUGE. He peeked, of course he would. But she didn´t seem to notice. Before
he knew it, she rose from her sit and made her way towards him.
“JASON!” came her cheering voice as she
sprinted towards him.
Her breasts were bouncing on that tight,
revealing top she was wearing. She had a black, very elegant, dress on. With
stripped arms and showing a lot, a real lot, of boob flesh. Her boobs were so
round, so bouncy, gelatin-like.
He would´ve loved to sink his head between her
round breasts. Feel their heavy softness. Enter in that deep line of cleavage
and just lose it. But he can´t just think of her that way. She´s his date, he
has to settle down. Besides, she´s not that tall.
How tall is she? 5´10”? In heels. He could
hear, and notice she was wearing heels, not that he complaint, but she was
shorter than him.
He can´t be that disappointed, yes, he thought
his date was this massive, curvy, amazon woman. But may Irene´s boobs be as
big, if not bigger, than that woman´s.
So, what if she´s shorter? -Actually 5´7”
without the heels- She´s pretty, stacked, and fairly curvy. Plus, and here
comes the big plus, she´s the type of woman he likes.
“I´m so glad we finally meet!” Came Irene´s
voice, her voice was the one of a mature woman, caring a different tone from
someone his age. “Let´s have a seat, come, honey…” there was that word again.
Jason felt like melting as he finally heard a
woman calling him that again. So sweet, echoing in the insides of his mind. He
can clearly remember why they are there.
She turned; her dress exposed the entirety of
her back. A thin, defined, sensuous back. And if you guide our eyes below, you
can see a smooth, wide, round, firm butt swaying as she walked. Yes, she was
curvy. VERY. She wasn´t fat by any means, he can see her slim waist, well, much
slimmer than her gargantuan breasts and her newly discovered phat ass. She was
a milf, 100-percent!
They both sat at the table. Her eyes, looking
at him with attention, tenderness. She had been waiting for him, and now that
they were together, she couldn´t help it.
Irene reached out and placed her hand over his,
above the table. Showing courage, authority even.
“I´m so sorry for what happened to you,
darling. I know it must´ve been very hard for you to break up with a woman who
loved you. Well, who you thought loved you. But really, if she didn´t accept
you for who you truly were, then she didn´t love you that much.” Wow, strong
words coming from the sexy milf, they are kind, towards him of course.
“I… thanks…” Jason felt so shy. He didn´t even
knew how to make a conversation, where to start. But she didn´t mind taking
care of that. She liked it when a man allows a woman to be the one talking.
“There´s no need to thank me, sweetheart,”
those words again, so tender. Coming from a real maternal woman. That made them
carry a much real weight, made them richer, deeper, lovely. “I assure you that,
unlike that woman, who´s name we don´t care to tell, I accept you, for what you
like. Wanna know why? Because I´ve been looking for a man like you…” she
smiled.
Him? A man like him? Was this like… a proposal?
If it was, things were going at the speed of light. They hadn´t even ordered
and this woman was already trying to seduce him? Well, so be it!
All the honeys, all the sweethearts. All of
those tender words. Every time she spoke one, he felt like melting. And her
body was so hot. So stacked, so fleshy. Even her arms seemed a bit soft. Was he
also into mature woman´s bodies? Does she like the plump physique of an older
woman rather than the slim physique of a woman his age? Possibly… YES.
They are not complete strangers. They´ve
chatted for days now. They know exactly the type of person the one sitting in
front of them is. He knows she´s sweet, kind and maternal. And she knows he
wants a mommy. A complementing couple. Even if this is their “first date”.
The more she spoke, the more they shared.
Getting to know her was so thrilling. So new, so exciting.
In resume, she´s got a stable job, her own
place, she lives mortgage-free, she knows how to handle her money. She´s single
(obviously), she has no pets, and there´s nothing in the world she´ll love more
than meeting a man who´d allow her to pamper him to her hearts content! Plus,
she´s 42, although, she seems kind of younger.
Jason´s amazed by such a strong, independent
woman. He works on a part-time job (not really related to his college studies),
he rents an apartment, he has a bank account with around three digits. He´s…
well, really hoping for a woman to come and change all that, but he said he was
still trying to figure out his future. And he´s 26, and dresses like a
21-year-old, plus the fact that he´s kind of lazy, unorganized and gets easily
embarrassed.
Irene knows it. He´s perfect. He has no idea
what to order. This is the first time he´s been in a restaurant this fancy. He
doesn´t know how to dress himself, he´s shy when he speaks. He´s showing a few
signs of insecurity. This is it, this is the man she´s taking home.
“I knew it wasn´t a waste of time to come all
the way here… I just found him. I found my baby!” she thought inside her happy,
thrilled and mature mind.
They ordered, finally, after a long chat. They
were finally speaking all those words they sent on that online chat. Of course,
Irene was leaving aside a lot of things she wanted to share in a more private
place.
“Uhm… honey, aren´t you going to wash your
hands?” she asked.
“Sorry?” he replied.
“Your hands, you ordered a burger, and those
are eaten with the hands. Why don´t you go wash them while I wait for our food
here, hmm?” yes, he ordered a burger, not the fanciest thing, but it was on the
menu. Plus, it just confirmed his eating habits were... simple.
“Ok… sure, I´ll be right back. Uhm… excuse
me…”Did she just gave him like… an order?
She stated something he had to do, but
something he had not thought about. However, she employed the right words, said
it the right way and used the right tone. He didn´t mind listening.
He was gone to the bathroom. And now, she was
alone. Time for her little plan to start taking place. She knows it, he´s
PERFECT. Why should she waste her time?
“Here´s your drinks, ma´am.” Came the waiters
voice as he delivered their drinks. She was having wine, and he was having
soda. She can´t deny she didn´t saw this coming.
She waited for a moment alone. A time when no
one will see her sinking her hand between her tremendous breasts and pulling
out a tiny bottle. One with some powder on it.
She rushed to open the tiny container, and then
dump all of it on his glass. Every single speck of it. The soda sparkled as the
powder fell. But it already had bubbles on it, he won´t notice.
Then, she closed the bottle, stirred his glass
with a spoon and return the container to her breasts. Giving her boobs a little
shake to accommodate them. Easy, as if nothing had happened.
Jason came back from the bathroom. Hands clean,
mind settled. Although, looking at his stacked date was not making things easy
for him. She was a bombshell!
“Hi, honey. Look, they brought our drinks while
you were gone. Wanna give it a try?” she wanted him to drink.
“Oh, uhm… sure. I´m kind of thirsty.” He picked
the glass and started drinking.
At first, it tasted like a regular soda. He
would´ve wanted lime-flavored soda, but this was fine. Although, the more he
drank, the stranger it felt. He felt a stab, bitter taste in his tongue. His
last drink came with some sort of disgust, you could see it in his face.
“What´s the matter? Is something wrong with
your drink? Do you want me to call the waiter and ask him for a new one, honey?
Do you want to choose a different type of drink?” she was so attentive. But he
couldn´t let her do it. He felt… weird about it.
“Oh, no, not at all. I… it´s just that I´m not…
really used to this type of, sophisticated drinks, that´s all. This must be
some sort of foreign soda, I guess. Or artisanal, hehe.”
She smiled, he was keeping it, just as she
planned. For some reason, men don´t like it when someone wants to change
things, when they do it´s fine, but when someone offers to do it. It kind of
hits their pride. And they always refuse, no matter if they like their decision
or not.
“How cute, “artisanal soda”, awwww, Jason.
You´re only proving I´m right.” She thought to herself. Her plan was taking
place, first, he empties the glass, then, they can go somewhere else, maybe to
his place. And in the morning. They´re off to her place. “Just you wait,
sweetheart. You´ll love your new life, just you and me…”