” I Love You, Mom! ”

I steered my car into the drive and parked it beside my Mom’s. Checked myself from the rear view mirror for one last time, to make sure I didn’t look like the devil himself, took the little gift I’ve bought for Mom and started toward the house.

My name is Kevin. I’m twenty one years old and I’m a college student. I live with my Mom, who was turning forty one that day. She and my Dad divorced when I was small and she’d been taking care of me ever since. Dad would visit us about every two months and judging by their laughter and endless chatting, personally I think they’re on a lot better terms now than when they were together.

My Mom is Emma. And like I said, she is forty one. She has black hair that drops to about a couple of inches above the waist, and pretty eyes. Since she’s a single Mom, she’s been always conscious about her figure. Frankly I don’t have anything to say about that, because a gorgeous woman like her must definitely enjoy the attention she’s getting. Her greatest assets, I’d say, are her breasts. She’s not really a beauty queen but with her reasonably sized breasts and the nice ass, she’s damn hot. At least to me.

I opened the door and went in.

‘SURPRISE, MOM!’

‘Oh, shut it, Kev! Do you really think I didn’t hear you pull up?’

‘Shit!’

She came half-running towards me and gave me a hug.

‘Oh my god, I missed you darling!’

‘I know Mom, I missed you too!’ I kissed her on her cheeks.

‘Eww! Your stubble! Shave it off idiot!’

‘Haha no way. Girls love it.’

‘Well, for the next three weeks I’m the only girl you’re gonna be with, so you’d better shave it off big boy!’

I broke the hug and took a couple of steps back. I wanted to see her better. I wanted to see how good she looked. I had missed that sight.

She was wearing a short one piece dress she sometimes wore when she’s at home. It wasn’t tight and at the same time, wasn’t loose too. It just fit her. She looked sexy in that, all curvy and shit. Or should I say ‘hot’? Her breasts and ass were perfectly complimented by the loosely hugging dress and it ended about a good 4 or 5 inches above her knees, revealing her amazing, smooth legs. And at the top, it had a somewhat low square cut with no sleeves, just straps. I could see some cleavage and.. holy shit! She wasn’t wearing a bra! How the fuck had I missed it when I hugged her? I immediately felt my dick give a little twitch. God bless the person who invented underwear.

‘Wow, you look amazing Mom.’

‘Why, thank you!’ she said rolling her eyes.

‘I’m not kidding! You look rather hot!’

At that she burst out laughing. ‘Now now.. That would do, young man. If you keep on doing it, I don’t know where you’d stop.’

Oh, how I’d love to find that out, I thought to myself.

You see, growing up, my Mom was the one woman I was always interested in. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so had Dad been there, but since he wasn’t, Mom was ‘the woman’ in my life. When I went through puberty and started experiencing and trying out new things, for whatever the reason I found her in my fantasies. So I could safely say, deep down in me, I think I had something for my Mom. It’s not just pure lust. It’s more to do with love and less to do with lust. But then again, I guess lust is a part of love. Or whatever. She was my Mom, my friend, my sister and my everything.

‘Aaaaaaannd.. Happy birthday, Mom!’

I gave her the bottle of wine and the small bouquet of roses I’d bought for her. She tore open the wrapping paper carefully and once she saw what’s inside, a huge warm smile spread across her face.

‘Honey, you shouldn’t ha-‘

‘Oh, please Mom!’ I cut her short and bent forward to give her another kiss. I think she wasn’t expecting that right then, because she couldn’t turn her head in time and my lips landed partially on her lips. About two seconds passed before we realised the mistake and broke the kiss. By then I had a hard-on. Another couple of seconds passed in an awkward silence.

‘Maybe I should go have a shower. I’m tired.’ I finally managed to break the silence.

‘Good idea. But before you go.. do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or would you rather celebrate at home?’ asked Mom. Apparently she wasn’t as affected by the mistake as I was. Maybe because she never loved me and lusted after me the same way I did for her, and also because it was an innocent mistake.

‘Your call Mom.’ I smiled and ran upstairs.

***

After the shower I was in my bed, relaxed, listening to some music. I had to beat the shit out of my dick to feel stable after what happened. Now as I lay in the bed, I was feeling somewhat clear-headed and generally better.

Then I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Mom had gone to take a shower. My mind raced down the memory lane and came back with some memories of a habit of Mom’s. After a shower it was her habit to wear a towel around her hair, like a bun, till it dried. She rarely used the hair dryer. While her hair is still wet, she’d wear another towel covering her body and she’d do whatever she had to do inside the house, wearing these. More often than not, this second towel ended some 6 inches above her knees.

So maybe if I’m lucky, today also would be one of those days, I told myself. I felt my dick respond to that thought.

I was ready when Mom finished her shower. I was listening intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom and just as she opened the door, I came out of my room and went past the bathroom. There she was, in all her glory, wearing what seemed to be a towel (it was that small). She looked even hotter than I had remembered.

She saw me coming that way. Biting her lip and throwing me a flirtatious look, she did a couple of poses like a bikini model, for me to see.

‘Not bad! I’d give a 9.’ I joked.

‘Why, what happened to that other 1?’ She asked me playfully.

‘That’s because I didn’t see everything.’

She burst out laughing again and I joined her.

‘Hey, wanna help me prepare lunch?’

‘Yeah sure.’

She started towards the kitchen. Even though I had already had a vigorous jerk off, my dick was coming back to life, as I watched her nice ass sway side to side when she walked. Briefly touching the stiffening dick, outside the shorts, just to make sure it didn’t poke through the cloth and to give it a moment’s satisfaction, I started following her. Damn, she was hot. Like, fucking hot! I could barely take my eyes off her nice legs and her firm ass. Maybe I should be ashamed to say this, but I never regretted having such perverted thoughts towards my unsuspecting mother, not even for a second. But in my defence, for each part of lust, there were two parts of love.

I helped her peel the potatoes, and then washed and cut the fruits to make a fruit salad. I loved fruit salads and Mom knew it. That was pretty much all I did, since I didn’t have enough time to do anything else after spending so much time checking her out, all the while being careful to keep my boner away from her eyes. I don’t think she noticed anything but even if she did, she didn’t say anything.

After everything was readied to be cooked, she went to the pantry and bent down at her hips to open a cupboard. She wanted to take some bowls out. But she didn’t have to bend at her hips. She could have just bent her knees and taken those out. But she chose to bend at her hips instead, and the result was, I got to see almost up to her ass cheeks. This was like heaven to me. My boner was raging. I silently thanked god I was seated behind a counter. Had I stood up, she would have easily seen the tent in my shorts. As she picked up the bowls and came back to the cooker, I thought I saw a slight hint of a smile on her lips.

After about 30 minutes the lunch was ready. We sat silently on the couch as we helped ourselves. Mom was sitting right next to me on my right and she had her right leg over her left. Thanks to the skimpy towel, I was able to get an eyeful of her smooth thighs. Smooth like silk. I was hardly able to control myself and pay my attention to the lunch plate.

‘You ok honey? You’re not eating.’

‘Umm yeah, I’m ok Mom.’

‘Is my ‘dress’ distracting you?’

‘Not really.’

‘Well that’s a bummer!’ she laughed.

She’s my Mom all right, but what a fucking flirt. I kept my plate on my lap and placed my right hand on her exposed right thigh.

‘This is what’s distracting me, not the ‘dress’, sweetheart.’ I whispered in her ear in the most sensual way I could work up.

For a fraction of a second, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The next moment she recovered as if nothing happened. Meanwhile inside my head, I was cursing myself for losing control (as if it never happens around Mom. LOL) and doing something I shouldn’t have done. I wasn’t sure how she would react, nor how far I’d gone. She looked at me wide-eyed. I saw only one thing to do to save my sorry ass, and I started laughing, and stuck my tongue out at her, like I used to do when I was a kid.

The seriousness in her mood disappeared and she also started laughing. She punched my shoulder, put her arms around my neck and snuggled into me.

When we were done eating, Mom took both plates to the sink. I had zero objections as my hard on was again straining against the shorts’ material. After a couple of minutes she came back and settled right next to me, this time closer because we didn’t have to worry about accidentally disturbing each other while eating. I could somewhat feel her body next to me but I wanted more. I stood up to get the TV remote. Walked back and sat closer to her. That way I could feel her body tightly on mine. We turned on the TV and started watching a movie on HBO.

The movie ended in about a half an hour and the next movie ran for another 2 hours. By the time it was over, both of us were out of that ‘just after lunch’ phase and were feeling normal again. This was when Mom suggested a 24/7 channel with some slow music, because she felt like dancing, because it was her birthday.