It's a long story, the chapters split into each day, starting on a Friday, working through the following week to end on a Sunday so ten days in all. The chapter I've just finished is the Thursday (the seventh day) and the total is around 16,500 words at the moment.
Working on this has meant that I haven't really been writing anything else -- except the break to finish Prof Nook -- so it's been some time since I've submitted anything to Literotica.
With that in mind, here's the first chapter of "Day by Day" to tempt you -- it's all set up and no sex, I'm afraid, but it'll hopefully leave you wanting more (Later chapters are a lot longer, too)
"These what you want, baby?" my mother said, cupping her huge tits that were almost spilling out of the red basque she wore. A tiny silk G-string and a pair of black thigh high stockings were the only other things she was wearing as she knelt on her bed. "You've been staring at them all night," she said. She tossed her mane of thick black hair over her shoulder, tilting her head sideways as her hands groped at her massive mounds. "Want to cum all over them? I'll let you -- I really like feeling cum on my tits -- on my face."
I think with those words my cock got even harder.
"Well? Want to fuck me and cum all over me?" my mother asked. "John? John?"
The only reply she got from her asshole of a boyfriend was a long drawn out snore as he slipped into unconsciousness on the bed beside her.
I stood outside her bedroom door, peering through the gap where it had been left open an inch or two, and couldn't believe that once again, John and my mom had gone out and he'd come home after too many beers and passed out when the sexiest, horniest, biggest titted woman I knew was dressed up in lingerie and ready to fuck him.
"Oh you fucking asshole," she said, sitting back on her heels and looking down at him. She slapped his chest angrily but he didn't move, just kept on sleeping, an occasional snore rattling out of him. She stood up and grabbed her dressing gown, pulling it on. As she did that, I quickly moved away and into my own bedroom, hurriedly climbing into bed, grabbing my tablet and opening up my Kindle app, pretending to read.
A couple of seconds later, there was a gentle tap at my door.
"Zak? You still awake?" my mom asked.
"Yeah, come on in, mom," I said.
My door opened and she stepped in, her dressing gown covering up her basque and G-string but as it fell to mid-thigh, I could still see her stockings. And no matter what she did, it seemed like she could never cover up that magnificent cleavage of hers.
"Mind if I sit with you for a while?" she asked.
"Never a problem, you know that, mom." I said, all too aware of my hard on beneath my bed sheets as she climbed on to the bed and cuddled in next to me, my arm around her, her head on my shoulder, one arm draped over my bare stomach, her huge tits pressing up against me. "Let me guess -- John did something to piss you off again?" I asked, reaching up and stroking her hair.
"You have no idea," she said sadly, her hand lazily tracing circles on my stomach. Obviously I did but I wasn't going to admit to her that I'd just been spying on her again. With a mom as hot as mine, obviously I'd watched her before.
"What happened?" I asked, glancing down. Her enormous tits rested against each other as she was laying almost side on, and bulged out of the gap in her dressing gown. My cock throbbed just inches from her hand as I imagined sliding my big dick between those marvellous jugs.
"Oh, I'd planned something -- special -- and he went and fell asleep on me. Again." she said.
"He doesn't seem to be making you happy, mom," I said, stroking her hair. "So why stick with him?"
"I don't know," she said. "I guess I just don't want to be alone anymore."
"You're not alone, mom. You've got me," I said.
She looked up at me and smiled. Damn she was beautiful. "Thank you, baby, but your old mom needs some things her son can't give to her."
"Sounds like John's not doing so well in that area, though," I said.
"No, guess not," she said, looking down and snuggling closer to me, her tits pressing up against my side. "I know I shouldn't compare but he's nothing like your dad was in that department."
My dad had died eighteen months before of a heart attack. It had been a rough period of adjustment for both of us but we'd managed okay. Finally feeling lonely, mom had started dating John about a month ago.
"I know," I said without thinking.
Mom looked up at me again. "How could you know that?" she asked with a smile.
Before I could answer, a long, loud, drawn out snore came from her bedroom, clear as day. She looked at my bedroom door which was closed and then -- as another snore was heard -- looked under the desk where my laptop and books sat. The house we lived in was quite old and originally had been warmed by the air rising from the fire in the main living room, channelled through ducts running in the walls and let into the rooms by way of vents. There was a grill beneath my desk that faced another grill in the wall of my mom's room, both being fed by the same duct. Due to that, I could hear everything that went on in my mom's bedroom.
"Oh my God," my mom said, laying back against me. "You must have heard me and your dad just about every night."
"Pretty much," I laughed. Mom and dad used to have sex most nights and mom had always been very vocal.
"Jesus, I'm so embarrassed," she said.
"What's to be embarrassed about, mom?" I asked. "You and dad enjoyed having sex. Big deal."
"Yes, but I didn't realise you could hear everything." She buried her head in my chest. "God, the things you would have heard me say."
"Mom, there's nothing to worry about, seriously. You enjoy sex and you like being talkative during it. Honestly, I wish I could find a girl like that."
There was a pause for a while as mom laid next to me, thinking. Eventually she asked "So you're not freaked out by anything you've heard me say?"
"Mom, I love you. Nothing you could do or say could change that."
There was another pause before she looked up at me again, smiling this time. "Why didn't you mention it before? That you could hear me and your dad? I thought kids hated the idea of their old folks having sex."
I shrugged. "Honestly, I -- I kinda enjoyed it," I said.
We looked at each other, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Did you ever -- you know -- " she nodded down at my crotch. " -- while you were listening, I mean?"
"Mom, you can't ask me that," I said with a fake shocked expression.
"Sorry, sorry, you're right, shouldn't have asked," she said, putting her head on my chest again. "But did you?"
I laughed. "Yeah, I did," I admitted. "All the time."
"So -- have you missed hearing me -- since your dad died, I mean?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah, I have," I said. "It hasn't -- you know -- hasn't really been the same since."
"I'll have to see what I can do about that," she said. She sat up abruptly and leaned in close, her huge tits pressing against me. "I love you, Zak," she said and kissed me on the lips. Just a peck, but it was something she'd never done before.
She got up and went back to her bedroom.
