Short Tail

Short Tail


I had just finished another argument with my mother over me not finding a wife and providing her with grandchildren. We’ve been having these arguments once a week now. Before, it wasn’t so bad. She’d get on me about not having a wife and children every couple of months. I was becoming sick and tired listening to the same bullshit. She just wouldn’t get off my back.

I think all this arguing stems from the time when I was a boy. Back then, my mother always wanted more kids around, but my father felt one was enough. So, when I didn’t hold on to girlfriends for longer than a year at a time, my mother saw this as a sign that I would turn out just like my dad and never have any kids. My father has since passed on and mother lives alone in their house. She’s a real hotty even now at the age of 42. She has a cute round face, permed black hair, and heavy tits. Her best feature, in my horny opinion, is her plump round ass. I can’t begin to tell you how many loads I’ve released thinking about fucking that juicy ass of hers.

My name is Paul and I live across town in a two-bedroom apartment since I couldn’t stay at home anymore while my mother pestered me about her not having grandkids. Mother was visiting today as she does every Friday. Today she was dressed in some tight jeans which molded perfectly around her soft ass and a designer t-shirt, which proudly showed off her round milk jugs. Her legs were crossed at the knee as she rocked her foot to-and-fro. She always took this pose when she was upset with me about this topic. I sat across from her admiring her little girl’s pout. She looked like she could suck the skin off a hard cock if she wanted to.

“Honey, what do I have to do to get you off your ass and find a nice girl who will give me grandkids?”

“C’mon, mom. It’s not that simple. Besides, even if I found a girl, I’d still have to date her for a year or more. Then we’d have to move in together for another year or so to see if we were really compatible. Then marriage and kids. Were talking about six years not including the year for her to give birth to my child.”

“Sweetie you wouldn’t have to wait so long. Jessica-you know Mrs. Wilson’s daughter-has been wanting for you to take her out for a long time now. She thinks you’re really cute.”

“I know mother. You keep reminding me of that, but she just doesn’t do it for me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? She’s very pretty and smart and comes from a good family. I don’t see…”

“That’s right mom. You don’t see–at least not with a man’s eyes. Jessica is pretty and smart as you say, but she doesn’t have the equipment I look for in a woman.”

“And what kind of equipment is that?” I could see the determined look on her face. When she gets like this, there’s no stopping her. I really put my foot in my mouth now.

“Forget it, mom. Let’s change the subject.”

“Oh no you don’t mister.