Barry’s Mother Buries and Smothers

Barry was troubled. He was a bit of a social outcast at work, and sexually inexperienced at 25. He lived with his morbidly obese mother, for whom he felt responsible. She could barely get out of bed by herself, and she seemed to require more help with body hygiene stuff as the days went on. She was always eating, and the weight wasn’t dropping anytime soon.

He was only 5’5″ and pretty self conscious about it. His mom was even taller than him. After his dad died when he was 20, he had to pick up the pieces of his mom’s spiraling depression. She ate, she drank, and she didn’t care about anything anymore.

She wasn’t always nice to Barry, either. Not verbally abusive, just cranky. Maybe she was resentful of her lack of independence. Maybe he reminded her of Dad. His folks didn’t even have that great of a relationship before he passed.

So other than his social awkwardness that never improved since his teens, and a complex from being indentured into slaving over his fat mom, Barry had one other issue.

Recently, he realized that his overweight mom was turning him on.

He blamed the internet. He only had sex once when he was 19, during a drunken one night stand. Since then, porn was his only respite. He used to jack off to normal women. Hot women. One day he came across fat porn. Women who were declared big and beautiful. Like his own mom, they weren’t always the latter.

He jacked off to their large, sometimes misshapen bodies. Every fat woman was a little different. Fat didn’t always pile up the same way. Some women had low hanging bellies, some didn’t. Some were all ass. That was his mom: just a wide mountain of cellulite behind her.

He didn’t realize the problem until it was too late. After a few days of getting off to large women, he was starting to see his mom that way: appealing. At least, in a primal, sexual way. And it bothered him.

It bothered him because he had to help her up from bed, and assist her getting in and out of the shower. She always made efforts to conceal her woman parts, but their towels were only so big.

Worse, he discovered BBW facesitting, squashing, and other fetishes while browsing online at night.

Now we wondered what it would be like if his mom sat on him. Not sex, not even naked. Just…maybe by accident.

The idea grew in his mind, slowly, until he found himself daydreaming little scenarios. Maybe she’d sit on the couch one day, not aware he was even sitting there.

Daydreaming evolved into plans. His mom drank, and it wouldn’t be out of the norm for her to lose balance. Maybe he could just…be in the right place at the right time.

He poured her wine, like he did every dinner. After, they made their way to the couch to watch TV. She was pretty sloshed. He escorted her slowly by the hand, and right before she began to sit, on impulse, he took her spot, and blurted out, “Oh, hold on, the remote-“

His plan worked. She came down upon him, hard. Previously, her weight was only something he had to maneuver around, or assist with. He never felt the entirety of her body pressing down on him, squishing him into the couch.

“Barry, what-” His mom realized what had happened, just not why. “You’re…help me off!” Her words were a little slurred.

Barry realized he couldn’t do that. And he actually needed her off of him. She was too warm and sweaty, and she must have weighed 600 pounds. He was also starting to get a boner.

“I…can’t Mom, my arms are pinned. I saw the remote and thought I’d grab it before-“

“Barry…fuck.” She started laughing a little. Then she was in drunken hysterics. “I’m too fat to get up!”

He was dying. This was so much more physically punishing then he thought it would be. But he couldn’t get hard under her. She’d feel it, and then what was his excuse?

“Mom, you gotta roll over. Roll to the right, then I can push you,” he said with some effort. His legs felt dead.

“Okay, Barry.” She was too drunk to be all that embarrassed. She failed on her first attempt, trying to tilt to the right, but falling back on him. The brief release, only to be buried again, was frustrating. It also increased the thickness in his pants.

“Hold on honey,” she said, starting to rock back and forth. Barry was getting ground into a pulp. She gained enough momentum to lift half of her ass. He scrambled out.

He stood, then quickly sat down on the opposite end of the couch once he realized his boner might be visible.

“Jeez, Barry,” she said, “you could have been hurt. Why did you- or no…wait. The remote. Right…”

She seemed confused as well as tipsy. But for a second Barry was worried that she suspected him.

“Sorry, Mom. Let’s forget about it. Movie night?”

He didn’t love doting on his mom, but he sometimes enjoyed her company. She was the only woman in his life.

She didn’t do anything with her hair, or wear makeup. She wore baggy shirts and grey sweatpants. She was a mess, but she wasn’t fake. She was just broken. He loved her, but lately most of that was pity. That, and guilt.

He şerifali escort knew, deep down, he was seriously messed up for getting turned on by his obese mom. Both sides of that coin were weird. But mostly…his own mother? Jesus.

And now he had manipulated her into sitting on him. She wasn’t sober. Surely it was a type of crime.

He tried to forget about it, and his erection slowly faded, as did his impure thoughts.

Until, after the movie, he helped her to bed. Her mind was less boozed up. She was cranky, but lucid.

“Mom’s shouldn’t sit on their sons. Especially elephants like me. Sorry, Barry.” She seemed embarrassed, even though it was his own creepy plan.

“All good. Forget it.” He eased her into bed. His hand was lost under her fat arm. Her armpit was damp. Seriously, why did all these things turn him on?

She slumped into her large bed. The frame creaked. He said goodnight.

In bed, Barry was starting to jack off to porn, then stopped. The memory of his mom crushing him was fresh.

He used it. Within a minute, Barry came, while thinking of his mom. That was new.

The next morning was a shower day. She needed one every other day.

Barry helped his Mom into the shower. She could still dress herself, but barely. She met him there wearing towels. The shower had a small door, which was where her son was needed. He steadied her while she squeezed inside. If she put too much weight on the glass walls they might shatter.

She was in the shower, and handed him her towels. He grabbed them blindly, and would usually return in ten minutes to give her the towels and help her out.

“Where is it?” she asked.

Barry stopped at the door, not turning around. “What?”

“My loofah stick.” She used it for hard to reach nooks and crannies. He might have thrown it out before replacing it. They were cheap, and wore out fast.

“Not sure.” he said. “I’ll be back?”

“Sure, unless…yeah, never mind.”

He left, wondering what she might have asked him. Surely not to help with…

He returned after a while. He knocked, she said to come in.

He walked in, staring at the floor the whole time. He passed her some towels. She tied two around her waist. She draped the other across her chest.

He put out his hand, and helped hoist her through the shower door. Her bottom towels fell. He turned away.

“Sorry!” he said, staring at the bathroom wall.

“It’s just skin. Just lots of it.” She laughed. “Uh, can you…the towels?”

She couldn’t reach them. He turned his eyes to the floor. He saw her towels next to her feet. He almost resisted looking up. But he looked.

She had a bush between her massive thighs.

“Barry,” she said impatiently. “Towels?”

He turned, and passed them behind him.

She grabbed them. After helping her back to bed, he made a nonchalant exit.

Barry went to work after. The restaurant he worked at was slow most days. Nobody really bothered with him. He was too closed off. He tried to stop thinking about everything that had happened at home. But it was all he thought about the whole shift.

He returned home after work to find his mom absolutely hammered.

She was stumbling around the kitchen. He saw that she had set up a Twister mat. He wondered why she dug it out of the closet.

“Heyyyyy, Barry!” She had a glass of wine in hand. “Twister!”

He tried to grab her glass but she held firm.

“Nope. Mine.”

“Mom, lets go sit? TV? I can make food.” He smelled a pizza burning in the oven. He pulled it out. Crispy. Thanks, Mom.

“Aw, shoot. Tried to help. Okay, let’s play!”

He couldn’t seem to talk her out of it. He resigned, and started a game. The kitchen linoleum didn’t grip the mat very well. It was slippery. She spun the wheel on the kitchen counter.

This was weird, even for her. She was never this drunk, never this playful.

“Left foot, uh…green!” She called out a few directions. He played along. Her turn said left hand blue. But she couldn’t reach the floor. So he said he would instead. Barry was bent back, almost sitting on the floor.

He stared at his mom’s ass, in her usual sweats. Two massive spheres of cellulite that–

“Enjoying the view?” she slurred.

“Uh…” He didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t facing him, how would she…?

…The mirror on the wall. Small, but the right angle. She spied on his reflection.

She started to sway. It was almost too late before he realized she was about to fall back on him. She made no attempt to warn him. In fact, to Barry it seemed like she was intentionally sitting down.

He had time. He could have moved. But he stayed put.

She fell pretty hard. Unlike the couch, the solid floor offered zero comfort. She smacked down, butt first. She landed on his chest.

The impact knocked the wind out of him, as a shocked sound escaped his mouth. His tailbone felt dented. His ribs buckled. It was fortunate that she rolled off immediately after; Her trajectory seyhan escort was lopsided.

She was laughing by the time she fell over. Drunk.

Barry caught his breath. His chest ached from his mom’s impromptu butt drop. He didn’t know for sure if it was an accident. But it seemed irrational to assume it wasn’t.

“Barry. Barry. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” She eased up on the laughter as she sat up.

“I’m okay, Mom.” He hurt all over. But now his erection was catching up to the recent event. Painful or not, it was a fucking turn on.

“Good,” she said. She looked at him, a little bleary eyed. “You were staring at me.”

He said nothing. He looked at the floor, which was a confession of its own.

“Barry,” she said, still wasted but clear minded enough to have a conversation, “The other day…”

He couldn’t look up at her.

“You did that on purpose, right? Getting me to sit on you.”

Barry cleared his throat. “I don’t– no. The remote was…I said that you…” He gave up.

Against all logic, he confessed. “Yeah. I did.”

“I had a feeling. I almost forgot about it,” she said, “but it didn’t add up. Just the way you were there so quick. So I thought about it.”

Barry looked up at his Mom, expecting a look of disgust. She only seemed lost in thought.

“I wondered to myself, if he wanted me to, then maybe I could do it again…My own ‘accident’ this time. I got the game out. I waited for a good moment.”

“Okay,” Barry said, having no clue where this was going.

“So, tell me why you did it, and I’ll tell you why I did it,” she said slowly. She seemed very aware of what she was saying.

They sat there on the floor for a bit. Barry was hard, but it didn’t show while he stayed sitting.

“I don’t know, Mom. I think I’m just having a psychotic break or something.”

“Nope”, she said, “not buying it.”

He took a deep breath, and tried again.

“Alright. Well…I look at porn, the kind of porn where the women look like you. They’re…big. And now when I see you, it reminds me of that.”

It wasn’t the exact truth, but it was close enough.

“Hmm.” She smiled. “Okay, so my son is a chubby chaser. Why did you want me to sit on you, though?”

He sighed again. Fuck.

“There’s porn of that. Larger women sitting on guys. On their laps, their…faces.”

“Hmm,” she said again. “So why don’t you get out there and meet some nice young fat girl and get her to do that?”

It was a valid point.

“I’m a loser, Mom. I don’t even know any girls my age, of any size. Nobody talks to me. I’m too shy to talk to them. I only know you, so I just…God. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Barry felt a real breakdown coming on.

“Hush,” she said. “Don’t cry, you’re 24.”

“25.”

“Whatever. Let me tell you why I did it. Remember? I did it to you back.”

He sort of forgot about that part.

“The first time I was confused. Not just how you got there but how I felt. I was embarrassed, but I also felt…good. Maybe it’s as simple as…I’m lonely. No man touches me anymore except you. And sitting on you was kind of a…”

She looked away.

“Anyways. It was sort of funny too. Fun. It felt good. So tonight, I thought, if by chance he…you, wanted me to do that, then I’d do it. I saw you staring at my ass in the mirror. I took a chance. I just dropped too fast.”

“You knocked the wind out of me,” Barry said. “But it was still…”

“Barry, I don’t think I could talk about this sober. But I still feel the same way sober. It’s just…”

“…Fucked up?” Barry frowned.

“Yeah,” she said, “a little. But we’re both lonely. And alone. What makes us happy is our secret. We’re adults.”

Barry was blown away by this conversation.

“I want to make you happy. And now we’re on the same page. We don’t have to have ‘accidents’ anymore. Help me up.”

Barry stood awkwardly, forgetting all about his erection in his jeans. He grabbed her arm and back, and heaved her up.

“Thanks,” She smiled at him. She was still a mess, but she seemed a little more attractive to him. “Come with me.”

He followed her to his room.

“Lay down on your bed.”

“…Mom?”

“Put your head at this end. I’m not going to drop on you. I’ll go slow.”

“Why?” The question was stupid at this point. But he was in a sort of shock.

“You’re hard. You need release. Will it help?”

She was telling him to jack off without saying it.

“Um…yeah.”

“What about air?” she asked, as if it was some mundane question.

“Oh.” Barry pondered. He forgot about that. Wasn’t going to be much where he was headed.

“Just pat my leg, I’ll get up. I can grab your desk here for leverage.”

He laid down. His heart raced.

“Take off your pants, you’ll have to eventually.” She didn’t seem nearly as drunk.

He did as asked. His boxers remained. His erection was at its peak. She looked at it.

“Gotta say, it’s nice to see a hard dick, even if it’s my son’s. I must side escort be pretty lonely.”

Barry didn’t respond. How the fuck was his life this bizarre?

“I’ll keep these sweats on this time,” she said, “if that’s okay.”

Barry said, “Oh, yeah…totally.” This time? What did that–

She turned. Her giant ass presented itself above him.

“I love you, and I want to make you happy. You take good care of me. So, my turn.”

Barry’s mom lowered her colossal ass towards his face. Before she made contact, he could smell her sweaty crack. It wasn’t the worst smell. Then her cheeks pressed down, his nose was pushed into her ass crack, and soon she was sitting full weight.

It hurt, but there was comfort too. Everything was black. Inside her cheeks, he inhaled through his nose for air. Her ass was pretty musky. Obviously her last shower wasn’t thorough enough.

He felt a mild panic as his oxygen was restricted a little too much. He patted her thigh. She heaved off him.

“Well,” she said, a little sultry, “Does this make you happy?”

“Fuck, yeah.” He said, out of breath.

“Good boy,” she said, and sat down again. She did nothing extra. No noises, no talking, no movements.

She just sat still.

He grabbed his cock and pulled it out of his shorts. He started to slowly pump it, trying to savor the moment.

The asphyxiation aspect was something new. He didn’t even hold his breath when he jacked off normally. He was getting lightheaded.

Barry tapped her again, and his mom slowly lifted.

“I like this too,” she said. “I like feeling a man’s face up there. But…do I smell awful?”

Barry surprised her by taking a big, exaggerated inhale of her ass crack. “I actually really love it. You smell amazing.”

“Good,” she said, and sat down a little quicker. The impact was a dull pain. Luckily his nose was aligned with her crevice and she didn’t break it.

She spoke now, while sitting. “Barry, I want you to finish. I’m not sitting up until you do.” He was frantically pummeling himself now.

He was going to come, while a big, fat lady smothered him with her big, sweaty ass. And it was his mother. She gave birth to him, and now it felt like he was being pushed back in, but through the back door.

“Come, honey,” he heard her say. “Come. You can come loud, no one can hear you.”

Barry exploded into his hand. He called out into the dark, hot ass of his mother, and he heard his cries reverberated all around him.

She sat up. “Okay, well. I’ll leave you to it.” She slowly walked out of his room, as he lay there panting, covered in his own mess.

She grabbed the doorframe.

“Barry, I love you. I really love you.” She tilted her head at him.

He sat up. “I love you, too. Thank you.” He felt a hundred emotions all at once.

He listened as her footsteps stopped. “Shit, Barry…I need help.”

He hopped up, wiped himself with a ratty shirt, and came to her aid. She still needed help into bed.

When they reached the bed, he helped her sit. She rolled in. She looked up at him.

“Barry, I know it’s been a…weird day already…” His mom looked at him in a way that felt very different. He couldn’t place it.

“What is it Mom?” He was grateful to her, even if he hadn’t yet come to terms with what just happened.

“I get horny too, okay? And it’s too much for me to reach. It’s been years since I could. And after that little session…I’m aching for a man’s touch.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I know it’s a lot to ask. I don’t think I should have–”

“Mom,” he said, “I want to eat your pussy.”

His urges were taking over his mind. Even though he just came, his dick was calling the shots now. There was no going back.

“Barry, that’s not what I meant. Just a hand, maybe a finger, you don’t want–”

“I’m telling you what I want. I want to take these sweats off. Then I’m going to lick you. I want it.”

She seemed blown away, but flattered. She smiled like a lover would. “Well, it’s a jungle down there. I’m hairy. You don’t want that.” Her sly smile didn’t go away.

He smiled too, as he pulled her sweats off. She did her best to lift her ass. He got them off, slowly peeling them off her huge legs.

He crawled into the bottom of the bed, and looked up. Her huge thighs laid apart. Her bush covered everything.

Barry felt his way up his mom’s immense thighs. He pushed his face into her bush, with no hesitation. He licked blindly until he found flesh. She tasted so fucking good.

“Barry,” she sighed, “Good boy. Mommy’s good little…”

She smelled very strong. Sweat. Arousal. Her dark hair parted a little and he found her clitoris. He watched enough porn to know what to do, in theory.

He licked his mom’s slick little pleasure nub. He rubbed his nose against it. He sucked on it.

“Honeyyyyy.” His mom groaned and writhed around.

He buried his face deep and mashed it around, for the sheer fact it was his mom’s pussy. He was born of her. Part of him wished he could push himself back inside her gooey warmth, head first.

Obviously he couldn’t, but he knew what he wanted to do.

“Mom,” he said, climbing up her fleshy surface to meet her gaze. “This might be too much, but–”

“Fuck me,” She moaned.

She read his mind.

“I want to,” he said, “I need to be inside you.”