The Merry Widows
Copyright© 2026 by jack1107
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A well-endowed son helps his widowed Mum after his father dies. He has always thought of his Mum as a prim and proper church going woman. Mum starts to dress for him. Mum's best friend is also a widow. Barry has dated her daughter and fantasised about having the mother too.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Oral Sex
This is my side of the story between Mum and me. I am now twenty-five, and Mum is forty-three. Mum had me when she was eighteen.
I have seen pictures of Mum when she was younger, and I fell in love with her massive, meaty breasts when I saw a photo of her in a one-piece bathing costume.
Mum was widowed three years ago when my father was diagnosed with a very aggressive cancer.
He passed away six weeks after they diagnosed it. I was still living at home until I graduated with a degree in computer programming.
Eighteen months prior, I had a computer game published. It was a fantastic success, and I made millions from it, as well as from the subsequent nine programmes I’ve had published.
I found an interesting penthouse with incredible sea views. I felt so comfortable in this property as it would make an ideal working environment for me.
It was a thirty-minute drive from our house. I had seen the property, but didn’t want to see it too. Mum is a very keen gardener. She loves pottering about in the garden.
When I told her about the Penthouse, I sensed she wasn’t happy with me leaving home, but understood that I’d be leaving her one day.
As we drove down to the Penthouse, I had a surprise. The Penthouse was across the road from a gorgeous bungalow that had a beautiful garden.
Mum loved the Penthouse, from the balcony, the bungalow and the garden were clearly visible. As we left the Penthouse, I drove across the road and opened the gates on the bungalow’s driveway.
Mum said, “Barry, what are we doing here? This is a gorgeous property?”
I said, “Mum, there are few wonderful memories in our house. I will buy the Penthouse, but I don’t want you to be a thirty-minute drive away from me, so if you like this house, then I’ll buy it for you.”
“I know that you’ll love the house and adore the garden, and there’s also a winter garden at the rear of the bungalow.”
Mum loved the bungalow and the garden. When we were standing on the terrace beside the winter garden, I told her I’d buy it for her. There were tears in Mum’s eyes when she hugged me. It was a genuine hug.
I thoroughly enjoyed feeling the weight of her massive breasts on my chest. Mum was pulling me close to her, and just before our lips met.
Mum said, “Barry, I wasn’t happy when we drove down here. I felt I was going to lose you, but I love your Penthouse and this bungalow. I also love you with all my heart.”
Our lips met, and we kissed so spontaneously. Her colossal breasts pressed hard against me.
I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and felt her tongue pressing back against mine. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, and when we broke off.
I said, “I love you, Mum, with all my heart.”
That kiss stayed with me throughout the next three years. I moved into the Penthouse, and Mum moved into the bungalow. Mum would cook for me at least once a week.
She loved her garden, but the lawn was quite large, so I bought her a Husqvarna Robot mower, which was a fantastic machine. When programmed, the mower would exit its garage and, using GPS, cut the designated lawn area.
Mum loved the machine, and I was sure I could easily have had another kiss, but I was scared, as I wasn’t sure if this was what Mum wanted.
Mum had taken out a membership at a local hotel with a Spa, and she swam every day.
She also had a yoga class twice a week, along with her garden, which was Mum’s life, and I soon realised I was seeing Mum as I’d never seen her before.
She was so reserved. She was so shy and prim and proper that I wondered if I could ever get to know her inner thoughts.
Mum was always casually dressed in baggy clothes, as though she were trying to hide her voluptuous body. She always made sure her body was covered.
No matter how conservatively she dressed, she couldn’t hide the size of those beautiful, massive breasts.
I remember the first time I went into Mum’s bedroom. I nervously went to her cupboard and found the one containing her bras.
I picked one out and ran my fingers over the sensuous garment, my fingers loving the feel of the cool, silky fabric as I stroked my rock-hard dick with my other hand.
I climaxed quickly, but what amazed me after I came was that I was still hard.
Mum didn’t do things that women of her age typically did, such as going out for lunch with their girlfriends or shopping. Mum would buy boring clothes that did nothing for her.
That was what my father wanted her to wear, and he dictated what she wore. Mum and I had never spoken about this. We never went out for meals when Father was alive.
I realised she had me when she was just a teenager, and now, at forty-three, she’s a beautiful woman and deserves to dress like it.
Hoping Mum would gain more pride and self-confidence, I encouraged her to use the Spa, and I could see her getting more toned as the months passed.
Being more active and taking more pride in her gorgeous body would give her the self-confidence that she clearly lacked.
I had a couple of fuck buddies, a widow living below me in the apartment, who wanted stress-free sex, and that suited me.
There was also a married woman with an older husband who had dementia. She was looking for the same thing as the widow, and between the two of them, one was always available when I needed relief.
Mum didn’t know this was going on. In mid-June, Mum and I received an invitation to the wedding of Jill’s daughter, a woman Mum had grown up with and remained friends with.
They would always call each other on their birthdays. Jill and her daughter, Lucy, were also big-busted.
I had been dating Lucy for a couple of months. She was a great ride, but she wasn’t the girl for me.
If I’d paid attention to Jill, she could have been available too. Jill was also a widow and had her own accountancy business.
Just after eleven on a gorgeous summer morning, I tried to phone Mum, but I couldn’t get through, so I walked over to the bungalow. I had a zapper for the gates and let myself in.
The bungalow was L-shaped at the rear; a terrace beside the winter garden was a suntrap and totally secluded.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mum was lying on a lounger, completely naked, with her legs spread and her right hand working her gorgeous cunt.
She then shook as she had her orgasm. I had crouched down so that Mum couldn’t see me.
Her naked body was unbelievable, her massive tits looked enormous, and she had a perfect hourglass figure.
Mum was a voluptuous, beautiful woman. I watched in amazement as Mum brought her fingers to her mouth and licked her dripping fingers clean.
My penis stiffened immediately. Mum had crossed her legs, and I crept back around the corner and shouted out, “Mum, where are you?”
“Hi Barry, I’m on the terrace sunbathing.”
“You’ve got a great day for it, can I come to the terrace?”
“Barry, I’m sunbathing nude.”
“I promise I won’t look. I want to talk to you about the wedding.”
Mum laughed and said, “I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of naked women’s bodies, for my age, I don’t think my body is all that good, you’re poor Mum is getting older.”
“When you come round, can you go into the kitchen and get me a glass of white Burgundy and one for yourself?”
I couldn’t believe Mum was allowing me to see her naked. I had to walk past her lounger to get to the kitchen.
As I passed by, I said, “Mum, you have a gorgeous body, it’s stunning.”
Mum smiled and said, “Thank you, but you told me you wouldn’t look.”
I got the wine and went back onto the terrace. Mum had put another lounger beside hers and adjusted both of them into sitting positions. I gave Mum her glass, and we clinked our glasses.
I said, “Mum, I could look at your naked body all day long, it’s so beautiful. I came over to talk about Lucy’s wedding. I want to get you some new clothes, as I don’t think you have anything nice to wear. Are you okay with my doing this for you?”
“Barry, I was thinking the same thing. I know Jill will be dressed impeccably. What would you buy me?”
I smiled and said, “Mum, do you trust me?”
“Barry, of course, I wouldn’t be sitting naked beside you now if I didn’t trust you.”
“Thank you, Mum, that means a lot to me. I’m going to go to Silks boutique and buy you some clothes, and then we can take it from there. The one thing I need to know is your bust size, then I can get you things that fit in that department.”
Mum’s eyes lit up when I said Silks Boutique. She said, “Silks are costly. I haven’t bought lingerie for years. Your father chose my lingerie, and it did nothing to complement my figure. When will you buy these things so that I can buy the lingerie?”
I wanted to choose everything so that Mum would look stunning in her lingerie.
I said, “Mum, Silks is the best, and they only have the highest quality, and I only want the best for you.”
“Once we get over the first hurdle, then we’ll know what suits and fits you, you’ve got to remember that there are Basques, Bodysuits and Teddy’s that you know nothing about.”
“Mum, please trust me, as I want the best for you, and I’m sure you’ll find that I’ll buy more exciting lingerie than Dad bought for you. I’ll phone you when I leave Silk’s.”
“I’d imagine an hour. I’ll tell them I’m buying it for my girlfriend, if we both went there together, they’d know that I was buying lingerie for my mother.”
Mum was excited and said, “An hour — that’s super. I’ll have a shower, so I’m fresh and able to try it on to make sure it fits.”
Mum was glowing, I pushed her a little and said, “That’s a good idea, Mum. When I buy it, I’ll let them know we’ll ensure everything fits. Mum, I love your massive tits, would you do something for me?”
Mum smiled and said, “Barry, of course I will, tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it for you?”
I looked at Mum lovingly and, knowing that I was taking a gamble, I said, “Mum, sit on the edge of your lounger and put your hands on each of your gorgeous hips, then push against your hips and let me see how far you can push your beautiful, big breasts out?”
Immediately, Mum did exactly as she was told. I was so happy as her enormous tits were really pushed out.