Giselle my date, my mom.

My name is Scott, I’m 23 this year. I’m pretty normal, 5′ 10 and 170 pounds. I’m not bad looking but I won’t be a model anytime soon. I’m pretty nerdy I guess but that’s in these days for some odd reason. I work at Telecom company as an engineer. I skipped a grade in high school and graduated early, went straight to college and got a job upon graduation.

This week is a Three day holiday and so I decided to visit home; it’s been almost three months since the last time I went home. My parents live only an hour or so from the city but with work and life I guess I have just been lazy. I recently broke up with my girlfriend of eight months, apparently she says I wasn’t ‘taking the relationship serious enough’, whatever that means. I’m not heartbroken though, I suppose I just don’t do good with commitment. I am not a player but I just seem to not ‘fall in love’ or whatever people seem to do these days. I blame the internet and porn obviously for my discontent with romance.

It was a nice morning when I drove into my parents driveway; they don’t have a big house just a three bedroom, two bath, and two stories. They moved recently claiming “with all the kids out of the house we don’t need all the space”. My mom is 45 and my dad is pushing 50. I guess they aren’t old but they come from a generation that is vastly different from today.

When I opened the door I couldn’t help notice my mother bent over in a stretch reaching her toes. She was wearing gray yoga pants and a really tight tank top; nipples testing the fabric threshold. I just stood there and marveled at her flexibility and the way her pants were hugging her butt so firmly, the damp sweat spots soaking her legs and chest. My mother Giselle isn’t a bombshell by any means, she’s a typical soccer mom I suppose who happened to age better than most women. She never really did drugs or smoke, moderate drinker but doesn’t like beer. I guess she took care of her health and it shows. She isn’t very tall coming to just my shoulders, long dark hair currently tied in a tail, nice wide child bearing hips and perky small boobs. But that butt, especially in those pants… “Hey hun!” she is staring at me around her legs now and I shook out of my daydream.

“Hi mom, taking yoga now?” I didn’t know if she was doing yoga or palates or whatever, I just needed to say something. In my head though I was thinking that ‘the invention of yoga pants might be the single greatest thing in the last century’.

“No I’m just doing light exercises to keep my old bones from creaking.” She grunts and she pushes down.

“I highly think you’re old mom”. I said honestly. I think most guys in their 20s tend to swing towards older women and when you hit mid 30s you swing back down to young girls, funny that.

“Well I feel old, come give me a hug sweetie”. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her in a big hug and I couldn’t help but feel excitement in my groins. She smelled like flowers, sweat, and for lack of a better word ‘sex’. She smelled like sex and it was making me turned on. I quickly let go and walked to the kitchen to keep from having a full hard on right there.

“Where’s dad?” I said as she continues her stretching.

“He’s still sleeping, he got home late last night. My father John is a pilot so he works at weird hours and is gone most of the time. “What are your plans with weekend?” my mom continues.

“I still don’t know, I don’t really have anything planned except visiting you guys. I don’t really have any friends here.” It was true, being the genius that I am I breezed through High School without ever making any lasting friends and all that drama. It wasn’t until college that I had fun and the current friends I have now were back in the city.

My mom stops and wipes herself with a towel walking into the kitchen to get a drink. She says “there’s a festival this weekend at the vineyards with wine and music, dad was suppose to take me but he got called in this weekend and will have to leave again when he wakes up. You probably don’t want to hang out with your old mom though right? on your mini vacation?”

My plans were going to just do laundry, eat some home cooking and jerk off on the couch all weekend, maybe watch a movie. “Sure mom, it’s a date then” smiling my most charming son smile. “I haven’t seen you in a while and haven’t been to wine country in forever it sounds fun.” I did want to get out to the wine country but not for the reasons my mom thinks, I just know there are two of my favorite things there. Wine and married older women.

“Really? You won’t be embarrassed walking with me and be bored looking at the crafts and stuff?” My mom looks really excited, I guess she really wants to go to this thing.

“Of course mom, whatever you want.” I said smoothly.

“Good, I thought I was going to have go alone or not go at all.” My mom says with a tinge of sadness. “Well I’m off to take a shower now, make sure you get to see your dad before he leaves today.” She heads upstairs and I glanced one more time at her ass, hypnotized by the way each bun sways up and down in turns. I guess this isn’t the first time I have looked at my mom in a sexual way. I’m pretty much a downright pervert have always been since I discovered porn long ago during puberty. Growing up spending most of my time with sis and mom, dad gone all the time will make you realize quickly what equipment the opposite sex has and definitely what PMS is but that is another story. I am not a momma’s boy but I am my mom’s favorite we didn’t argue the way my sis and her did. I was the ‘mature’ one even though I am two years younger than my sis. My mom would always bail me out too when I got in trouble with dad.

It was late afternoon when my dad woke up and tussled my hair as he set his bags down near the door. We had quick words exchanging the prerequisite inquiries into job and life and he was off without even eating lunch. Later my mom came down and sat at the table with me and said “So when do you want to head out tomorrow?”

“We can leave in the morning mom, we can do wine tasting and grab lunch someplace nice.” I said. My mom looks at me and smiles. She has this glow about her and I wonder why she’s so excited about going to some festival.

“Mmmm, I really want to eat at one of those places outdoor with the flowers and grape fields!” She exclaimed. I intently studied her face and she seems lost in her excitement.

The rest of the day went by in a flash, my mother left to go shopping for a new outfit. I did some laundry and chores around the house and settled into the guestroom. It was late when my mom got home bursting with excitement about her new outfit. She then put her bags into her room and came down to make dinner. I just sat watching TV and occasionally glanced at her in the kitchen humming and cooking. She said she was so happy that her son is home with her because she is usually alone and misses being able to cook for more than herself. It was at this point that I realized just how much my dad works and how lonely my mom is. I walked up to her and gave her a reassuring hug and kiss on the cheeks which she was all too happy to return. Dinner was good, plain fair but I was honestly happy to eat my mom’s cooking again. I told her she can go get ready for bed while I cleaned the dishes . About an hour later she comes down in a shimmering robe, pretty snug fitting as I can see all the curves and contours of her shapely woman body. As I was eyeing her she was busy making tea and I can see that her legs were freshly shaved. I mildly wondered what else she shaved that evening. I shook my head and laughed to myself that I was eagerly checking out my own mom more frequently than normal. Must be horny I mused.

My mom came to the couch with two steaming mugs and set them on the coffee table. She seemed oblivious to the facts that her robe parted inappropriately high up and I can almost see her panties as she folded her legs under her. My jeans are uncomfortably tight in the front at this point as I just sat there and stared between her legs. Her legs themselves were shiny and smooth, I wondered what they felt like. “Scott…….sweetie, your tea is getting cold.” I snapped out of my fantasy and looked into her eyes wondering how long she looking at me looking between her legs.

“Oh, thanks mom.” I was trying to look casual as I sipped my tea but I can feel her eyes still on me, face impassive. “Your legs are really beautiful and smooth mom.” I said in honestly.

“Oh, thanks I just shaved them. Normally I wouldn’t bother but I bought a really nice dress and wanted to look good tomorrow.” She sips her tea and blushes.