I'm Obsessed With My Curvy Mom Kajol! 01

Son discovers a group chat dedicated to his curvy mom Kajol.

It was another humid summer morning. Mom paced around the kitchen, getting everything ready for school as usual, in her red satin nightdress.

"How's the chai, pumpkin? I put too much sugar again didn't I?"

"It's fine, Ma," I assured her. She glanced over at me to verify the sincerity of my reply as she sliced off the edges from my cheese and tomato sandwich, just the way I like it.

As you've no doubt guessed from the title, yes my mother is the former Bollywood star Kajol. You may think growing up as the son of a famous actress was an enviable position to be in, but it mostly never played a role in my upbringing. Mom always wanted to keep me grounded and treated me as any other mother would her child. I will admit, though, that she was always more of a "carrot" woman than the "stick", thankfully.

After giving birth to me, she quit acting to fully focus on raising me. Though she doesn't talk about it much, I can tell it was difficult for her. She was at the height of her career, so I know it couldn't have been an easy decision. The difficulty was no doubt exacerbated by the death of my dad, leaving her alone to raise me, with zero experience. But I'm glad she pulled through it, because she has been the most loving, sweet, caring, nurturing woman I've ever known. She sacrificed so much for me, not least an athletic body. Mom never managed to work off all of the pregnancy fat, and she was now somewhere between chubby and curvy. And it doesn't bother me at all. I'd barely ever even thought about her shape until recently.

Look, I love my mother. But something happened yesterday that flipped some sort of switch in my brain. You see, usually during breakfast I'm on my phone, barely cognisant of everything happening around me. But this morning, all I can do is stare at her thick, fat thighs as she bends down to pick up snacks from the drawer and think about how it would feel to bite into them.

I shake myself out of the stupor, realising I was drooling a little onto the kitchen island. This was all that damn Rahul's fault. He's my best friend at school, and he's always had the hots for Mom. I've managed to ignore him every time he talks about her, but last night he sent me a link to a group chat about her, and I stupidly clicked the link to join. I figured it was probably a fan club or something. But it turned out to be something far more sinister: a bunch of men sharing spicy photos of my mom and talking about all the disgusting sexual things they would do to her!

Needless to say, I immediately left the chat and chastised Rahul for being such a jerk. But a few moments later, curiosity got the better of me. I rejoined and scrolled through the history. How can these guys be into my mom? I mean, it's Mom! My thoughts were racing as I looked at the photos they shared and the vile things they described doing to my innocent mother. But for some reason, I kept scrolling, reading their filthy thoughts and spending several minutes studying each photo of my mom. Eventually, I got to even more inappropriate content. There were pornographic fakes of my mother! For the most part they looked terribly unrealistic and almost comedic, like sticking the cutout of her face on a porn picture. But then I reached the more recent content, using AI. I'll say it like this: if I hadn't known they were fakes, it would be practically impossible to tell!

They all started with an actual photo of my mom, either from her old acting days or various shows and events she attends regularly nowadays. The photos then came to life in the worst ways imaginable. The most common seemed to be her removing her clothes, which, honestly, looked very unrealistic. But then there were others where men ejaculated on her face as she looked at the camera or gave a deepthroat blowjob, which looked unbelievably realistic. And then there was the one that really got to me. It was a video of her making an ahegao face, with the drool from her tongue landing realistically on her chest before travelling down to her cleavage.

Looking back, I think this was the switch. Seeing my mom go cross-eyed before rolling her eyes into her skull, sticking out her tongue, and letting the drool land on her cleavage made my heart race and feel very strange. I was no stranger to the act; I had seen it a dozen times in hentai when the woman's mind finally breaks. But seeing my own mother make that face...

Almost subconsciously, my hand reached down to my crotch. But just as I began lightly rubbing my member through my shorts, I stopped myself. This was all kinds of wrong. I quickly removed myself from the chat and went to sleep.

And that's how I ended up here, staring at my mom in the most inappropriate ways.

"Hey honey bun, everything OK? You know you can share anything you want with Mommy."

Did she just say "Mommy"?

"Everything's fine, Mom; I'm getting late. I gotta get going; I'll see you when you pick me up," I said as I darted to the door. Before leaving, I looked back a final time. There she was, my sweet oblivious mother. The nightdress clung tightly to her bosom, and the deep cleavage was noticeable even from this distance. Her thighs were completely hairless and silky smooth, just like her red nightdress. Her hips insanely wide. I shook my head again.

"I'm in trouble..."