Matriarch Reliever Pt. 02

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Troy wakes up peacefully. Small rays of sun enter the large master bedroom, his forming custom mattress wraps around his form, and his beautifully naked, dark haired mother lays next to him. Caressing his head into her bosom, wrapping her long tan legs around his clothed form. She hums asleep, making soft groans of bliss as her peaceful dreams are accompanied by the strong body of a young man, now lost, looking to her for love.

She moves around, letting him go a bit, as he feels her soft skin motion around him, smoothing against his heavy form, sending signals to his brain, filling his blood with ecstasy.

The feeling of her body now moving away, unlocking him from her maternal hold, Troy now had to remember, to remember the night before, struggling like trying to reiterate a dream. Soon, his mind flushed with emotion, as he recounted the magical night.

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Troy had spent the most of his senior fantasizing about his father's beautiful wife Lindsey. Unlike most of his father's supposed girlfriends, he had married Lindsey, and the more she stuck around, she seemed to care for Troy like no other woman had. His friends constantly watched her, ever intent on noticing her sex appeal, and focusing solely on her body. As Troy soon noticed too, he began getting a taste for her, eyeing her up and down when she would be looking away.

She was like a mother to him, making him food, being there during the hard times, and being an emotional support whenever he needed. His father was always gone, and it often led to him and Lindsey alone at home, bonding slowly.

For most of his senior year, Troy would rush home. Lindsey was often at yoga, or shopping with her friends, giving him a couple hours to be free. He'd get home, rushing inside and going to her closet, catching her scent when he could. He'd look at old pictures, learning every inch of her closet, and where everything had been laid out. He especially enjoyed her often sweaty, musty, and overpowering yoga clothes, which she striped and let lay in her scent for hours.

After graduation, Troy specifically remembered his days getting lazier, more home-bodied, and constantly in thought of Lindsey. She on the other hand, while being in her late thirties, and at the peak of womanhood, often ignored sexual feelings she had for Troy. She fantasized here and there, but her goal for now was not sex, as much as being a good mother to him.

Matriarch Reliever pt. 2

Troy wakes up peacefully. Small rays of sun enter the large master bedroom, his forming custom mattress wraps around his form, and his beautifully naked, dark haired mother lays next to him. Caressing his head into her bosom, wrapping her long tan legs around his clothed form. She hums asleep, making soft groans of bliss as her peaceful dreams are accompanied by the strong body of a once lost young man , now looking to her for love.

She moves around, letting him go a bit, as he feels her soft skin friction smoothly against him, smoothing over his strong and manly form, sending signals to his brain that fill his blood with ecstasy.

The feeling of her body now moving away, unlocking him from her maternal hold, Troy now had to remember, to remember the night before, struggling like trying to reiterate a dream. Soon, his mind flushed with emotion, as he recounted the magical night.

-

Troy had spent the most of his senior fantasizing about his father's beautiful wife Lindsey. Unlike most of his father's supposed girlfriends, he had married Lindsey, and the more she stuck around, she seemed to care for Troy like no other woman had. His friends constantly watched her, ever intent on noticing her sex appeal, and focusing solely on her body. As Troy soon noticed too, he began getting a taste for her, eyeing her up and down when she would be looking away.

She was like a mother to him, making him food, being there during the hard times, and being an emotional support whenever he needed. His father was always gone, and it often led to him and Lindsey alone at home, bonding slowly.

For most of his senior year, Troy would rush home. Lindsey was often at yoga, or shopping with her friends, giving him a couple hours to be free. He'd get home, rushing inside and going to her closet, catching her scent when he could. He'd look at old pictures, learning every inch of her closet, and where everything had been laid out. He especially enjoyed her often sweaty, musty, and overpowering yoga clothes, which she striped and let lay in her scent for hours.

After graduation, Troy specifically remembered his days getting lazier, more home-bodied, and constantly in thought of Lindsey. She on the other hand, while being in her late thirties, and at the peak of womanhood, often ignored sexual feelings she had for Troy. She fantasized here and there, but her goal for now was not sex, as much as being a good mother to him.

Troy, in a desperate attempt to get more of her, placed an order for secret cameras which fed into an app on his computer. When placed, she came home, sweaty from her yoga class, and soon went to strip and bathe. He watched for over an hour, as Lindsey and her friend talked about her sex life, he saw her naked, beautiful body, and the image of that made him go wild. As Troy finished, he was ashamed, but now addicted, finally seeing her nude and bare. She was greater than he imagined, her breasts ample and fair, her body still looking somewhat young, but experienced, and sexually magnificent.

Suddenly however, his father had been killed in a car accident. He spent over two weeks dealing with the ordeal, and Lindsey was there the whole way. She often cared for him, being an overly nurturing mother, and keeping her focus on Troy and his needs. His father left Troy all his money, hundreds of millions of dollars, and Troy now had a life without demand. Lindsey was worried, being that she didn't receive any of the money, would soon have to be on her own again.

As the weeks passed, she and Troy bonded more. Talking intimately, as he soon got a glimpse of feeling her. She asked for foot rubs, leg rubs, and teased him, knowing that he was attracted to her. She found it innocent, cute, and fun to tease him by giving him small tastes. Troy asked her to stay with him, to be his mother until he left for college in a year.

She was ecstatic, and now fully committed to following her motherly instincts, and helping Troy with whatever he needed. But at a time of sensitive loneliness, Troy had asked her to share his bed. He was tired of being alone, and needed to fall asleep to, and wake up to somebody who cared.

For Lindsey, this was hard. She slept in the nude, and wasn't about to change her habits with the drop of a hat. She told him no, that she could help him fall asleep, but couldn't be with him when she was in her state of nudity. He went to bed defeated, lonely, and disappointed. Troy had felt he'd gone too far, that the spying with cameras, the smelling of her clothes, all his secret desires were wrong. He only wanted companionship, and hopefully one day, her body. But he was confused, and as he laid there saddened, he heard his door open, and her bare matronly form, with her extra large breasts, her thick legs, and swooning thighs, her flattened formed feet, and her shaved body all stood there in boldness at his doorstep.

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The night before:

"Hey," she says softly, running her hand up and down the doorframe.

He sits up, his erection getting stiff as he keeps his knee up. "Hey, I can..." he looks away. "I can give you your space, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Troy, darling... you're sweet. Look at me," she says, now sitting on the edge of his bed, grabbing his hand. "I was really happy with what you said tonight."

"Thanks... I meant it," he says, keeping his eyes on her face, as her warm breasts dangle and jiggle in his peripheral vision.

"Look, I know this'll be strange for both of us... but I don't want to be alone either. Let me ask you this: Do you think I'm a good mother?"

"Yeah, I've told you... you're the only real mom I've ever had."

"I know, I know that now. And now... your dad is gone, and I get the feeling that I'll be your mother still. Am I wrong?"

"No... I'll always call you Mom now. Even as we get older, I don't care what people think, you're the only mom I have," he's a lot calmer now, taking some peeks down, trying to keep his eyes steady as she lets him look without scolding.

"I'm really happy you feel that way, and I always want to be your mother from now on... no questions asked."

"Okay... I want that too."

They sit for a second, Troy now deciding to lay down, getting a perfect view of her body glistening in the moonlight. She leans against her arm, looking down at him lovingly, caring, and open.

"I guess what I wanna say is that I don't want you to feel like I've cut any lines with you. You never make me too uncomfortable, and if you need anything, all you have to do is ask, and I'll do everything in my power to make it happen."

"I won't forget it," he says confidently.

"Good. You better not. But I've thought about it, and you need to sleep with your mother to feel happy right?"

"Um... yeah... I mean..."

"Shhh," she sounds, putting her hand on his thigh. "You don't need to be nervous around me. I loved when you fell asleep in my arms last night. It made me feel like I was being a good mother, nurturing, tender, and affectionate. I know I need to sleep like this," she says, whisking her hand across her skin, referring to her bare body. "But that doesn't mean I'll make you sleep alone."

"Okay... I mean, I don't want to push anything on you."

"You're not... in fact, I'm much happier this way. But if it's okay with you, why don't you keep your clothes on, and I'll keep mine off, and I'll make sure to take care of you every night... does that sound good sweetie?"

"You're already sounding more like a mom," he observes, "and yes, that sounds great."

"Good," she says, getting under the covers. She pulls over to him, pushing him a bit to his side and laying her body behind his. They adjust, as she pulls his head into her bosom, wrapping her matronly arms, soft, and kinda squishy, comforting his neck and face, her hands now fondling his hair. She wraps her naked legs around his waist, letting her feet relax just beneath his thigh and between his legs. He lets out a sigh, as she's now his nurturing, caring, and tender mother, naked. This is his fantasy reimagined to something far more than he could've dreamed.

His dreams and fantasies so quickly turned to sex, so quickly to the very intercourse. The nurturing was what he always wanted first, but he could never visualize it, and enjoy it. Now, as Lindsey laid back, her head resting on an accompaniment of pillows, his head pillowed by her sultry breasts. It wasn't near the sexual fantasies he'd imagined, but this much care from her, was something new entirely.

They kept quiet for a minute, as Troy relaxed his body, letting his legs down and his back fall fully into her caring form. His erection stood, taller than it had been in a long time. It seem to him that Lindsey had given it a good look before whispering into his ear, "I trust you'll take care of that later?"

"I'll try," he responded jovially. She giggled a bit, massaging his face and head, eventually reaching her arms down to his chest and abs. Scratching and rubbing. He smelt her well, her scent now drowning him, as her musty breasts gave off a scent that could only be attributed to the pheromones that likely drove him crazy. They had a sexual scent, one that he enjoyed discovering with every breath.

"So, you said you wanted whispers," she whispered directly in his ear, her wet lips even grazing his lobes.

"Yes... whatever you want to say, just make it peaceful."

She pondered for a minute, eventually smiling as she asked, "can I tell you a story... one you might like?"

"Please, and make it good," he asked softly.

"Well, when I was young, I got my JD. I first got my degree in political science, and headed to law school right afterwards."

"Wow, nice job," he responded, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't say a word darling... just listen, I know you're interested," she says. He nods with a smirk. "So I went to law school in New York actually. I had studied really hard, and I knew I didn't want a job, I wanted money, and I thought a degree like that would give me it." He chuckled a bit, seeing them both now loaded with more money than they could've imagined.

"Now you got money, honey" he interrupts, "sorry, I just had to say it."

She giggles a bit, "I know that sounds greedy, but I thought that with lots of money I could travel, do yoga all day, and live a pretty awesome life. I did anything and everything for cash, working two jobs as an intern for a law firm, and as a substitute teacher. A lot of guys hit on me, but I didn't give them the time of day, because I was too busy."

"Only the poor guys right?"

She giggled, kissing him on the cheek. "Shhh, Troy... now shut up or I'll put my clothes on," she teased.

"Sorry mom, don't stop... I'm in heaven."

"Okay... so anyway, I worked really hard, and I lived alone in this tiny little apartment. One day, a guy approached me and I was about to turn him down. He complemented my body, which was the first strike, but soon he asked if I did modeling. Long story short, he brought me to a studio, and I got a modeling job."

Randomly, she stopped a few seconds, hugging Troy tighter, her breasts naturally squeezing to his cheeks. "You're not gonna believe this next part," she says.

"I can't believe what's happening now, the whispering has me in a euphoria," he says with a grit softness that guys often have in their voice when they're tired.

"Mmm, you're gruff tired voice is nice to hear... you sound so weak," she says.

"Weak? I'm not..."

"Relax sweetie, it's a good thing. Girls like it when a guy sounds tired and exhausted, it gives them something to care for."

"Oh... well that's good," he says, keeping his eyes closed.

"To keep going... I got this modeling job. It paid really well, and I left my two other jobs and pursued modeling and school full time. After a while I made really good money, and my stage name was Chastity Ayers, and I mostly did underwear, or clothing modeling. Soon enough, I made some really big heads turn, and I was on playboy."

"Are you serious?"

"Not joking you at all, I was a total playmate, It was pretty nuts, and I made bank baby."

"But... you got your degree?"

"Shhh, I'm getting there."

"Okay, keep going."

She hugged his neck tight, kissing him again as she kept whispering in his ear, often accompanying pauses with kisses to his cheeks as she alternated ears. Her legs wrapped tighter too, and she soon found herself getting pretty warm, her body heating up as sweat started to form like it so liberally did through her pores. "I finished my degree, and went straight into being a playmate for a few years. But I gave it up, I left it all and just lived off the cash for a while."

"Can I ask why?"

"Of course, but I don't mean to pressure you with my answer."

"No, I'm fine."

"Well, I left because I thought I was pregnant for a bit... it scared me, but it turned out it wasn't anything. I didn't like that though, and it scared me away from doing all the playboy stuff. But what later pained me the most... I thought I was gonna finally be a mother and I never got the chance."

"I understand," he said softly. "But you could've gotten any man you wanted..."

"I know, and I tried for a while, but I had spent so long spurring off advances, or living as a slutty playmate, I actually had no idea how to be in a relationship."

"But you finally met my dad though."

"Yes, then you. And it turned out for the best because I realized I do way better with teenage sons, than any baby."

"You've done quite well so far," he compliments.

She stretches her toes, her legs, smoothing against his succumbed body as he moans a bit out of exhaustion.

"Goodnight Troy, see you in the morning my dear," she says, hugging him tight as they become warmer in her embrace. "I might get a bit sweaty with us being this close... is that okay?"

"No problem mom, just don't let go," he says as he finally falls asleep.

She whispers into his sleep filled mind, dreaming deeply. "Thank you."

-

The next day:

Troy now stands, looking over to his naked mother, laying with her nude body sprawled openly on his bed. The wet spots show where they slept, and his right side and back radiates her scent as he's almost drenched in it. He smells his shirt for a long time, looking over to her bare soles stretching under his blanket. He presses his hand under the blankets, pulling her ankle back to reveal her moist toes, almost dripping and already radiating.

"What are you doing?" She asks sweetly, leaning over on her side, as her breasts now fall to gravity's will, resting sweetly on the covers. She's sopping, her skin slightly red as it seems her sleep was fevered by tender endearment.

"Um. I was just getting up, good morning," he says awkwardly, standing up to go to the shower.

"Troy," she swoons, "come here". He walks over to her side of the bed, sitting next to her body, now covered by blankets as she modestly wraps herself, only showing her cleavage. "I'm really happy you don't have to wake up alone anymore... I'm happy I don't have to wake up alone... yeah?"

"Totally, I'm really happy about it... I'm sorry I was just giving you your space."

"Please, honey. I plan on all our mornings being like this, you can glance if you like... I know how boys are."

"Okay, I'm just..."

"You're a foot guy huh?"

"Wha... no... I'm not creepy like that," he defends. She rubs his back as he sits next to her, while she gets on her knees, still covered by the blanket, massaging his drenched back.

"It's not creepy you sweaty mess, its actually very admirable."

"Yeah... how are foot guy's admirable," he asks, distancing himself from the term.

"Well, a guy that's attracted to a woman's feet means that he appreciates her for every part of her... you shouldn't be so quick to judge yourself Troy, it's normal to be desirous."

"I mean... I don't mind giving foot rubs... I don't. But, I just don't want you to think I'm exploiting you."

"What? Troy honey, you're never close to what I would find exploiting. You're sweet, you're kind, and you're my son. If you're a foot guy, then all I have to say is how much it pleases me to know you appreciate a woman for things most men don't."

"But I'm not a foot guy, I'm just kinda... I think feet are pretty, sure, but I'm not obsessed with them."

She still massages his shoulders, kissing his cheeks and ears, talking close to him. "No, you're not obsessed with women's feet... you're obsessed with my feet."

"Wha..."

"Troy, l'm gonna be honest with you. I'm your mother now, and I fully expect you to be honest with me, yeah?"

He nods, blushing and low.

"There's been plenty of times I've left my socks out, my shoes near you, and my feet out for you, watching you struggle to restrain what's an only natural desire. Your foot rubs were amazing, and I still expect you to keep them up. But don't lie to yourself or me, and for God's sakes I'm not labelling you, just... noticing what you like... which isn't that my job?" She asks, kissing his cheek over and over.