I'd always been an overweight kid. I was picked on relentlessly both at school and at home, where my father - a retired Army drill instructor heaped verbal abuse on me day and night. It got to the point my mother finally packed our bags and she and I just walked away one evening and never looked back.
Well, we had a pretty good life together, just the two of us. Things were still rough at school but at least I had a respite at home where mom and I enjoyed a close loving relationship. I was still a big eater and a heavy kid (now in my teens) but she didn't rag me about it. Instead she'd tell me that I'd grow out of it someday and that when she'd been a young girl she'd been crazy about a chubby guy named Hank, who'd been the love of her young life.
But I didn't grow out of it and I became depressed. One day shouting "No mom, I'm never growing out of it because I can't make myself stop eating, and I'll never have a girlfriend or go to prom or do any of the normal things a normal person does because I'm a damned pig and I'll always be one!" and closed myself up in my room.
I guess it was a few nights later when she caught me masturbating in bed. She had a bad habit of not always knocking first before entering my room and this time she'd just caught me red handed so to speak. I was mortified. But she just looked at me and smiled.
"You don't have to be embarrassed honey," she said. "What your doing is perfectly natural. Your a young man now and young men have special urges....and needs. And if the girls you know at school are too stuck up and shallow to see what a sweet, loving man you are then mama will take care of you."
I sat up. "Wh-what do you mean??"
She just put a finger to her lips and whispered "Shhh." and sat down on the edge of my bed. I sat there quietly watching while she pushed my cover back, exposing my cock and gave me a handjob. I came all over her fingers and the entire time she smiled at me and complimented what a nice cock I had. I didn't know whether to be ashamed, embarrassed, turned on or what. I guess I was a little of all three.
After that she said that we should start sharing a bed at night and compelled by my little head I agreed. That led to our having sex on a nightly basis.
My whole attitude at school changed. While my tormentors had girlfriends, I had a woman to go home to. Not some skinny sixteen year old twitter rat, but an actual mature woman that was amazing in bed. My confidence soared and I began defending myself and more than that, I started losing weight because I began participating in sports. My testosterone was surging.
By the time I graduated I was physically fit and no longer a laughing stock and all thanks to my loving mother.