Mommy’s New Bed

Mommy’s New Bed

A whole lot of good luck came showering down on my mom in one week, and some of it splattered onto me as well, making me feel very lucky and very happy. She went to work one Monday morning and by mid-afternoon she had in her possession a letter promoting her to a managerial position with a considerable hike in pay. Two days later one year’s retroactive pay of sixty percent was paid out to workers of her company following a two year dispute between the company and the representing union which was eventually taken to arbitration. The next day mom promptly replaced our old refrigerator and her shaky bed which had a mattress with a number of broken springs. It was an old bed which she and my dad had shared for years, bought before I was even born. Dad had moved away three years ago to live with a much younger co-worker. The Friday of that lucky week was her birthday and the items were delivered that very afternoon.

I was at home, having just completed high school. After putting the new fridge in place I dismantled the old bed, took it out the room and was in the process of setting up the new one when mom came home about two hours later than usual. It was obvious that she was a little tipsy. She hardly ever imbibed, and was very light headed; it didn’t take much to get her drunk. I was glad when she arrived; because I found out that I needed another pair of helping hands to get the bed assembled. Mom said that she had been taken for a birthday drink by her workmates. She said that as soon as she took a shower she would help me complete the setting up.

Mom is in her mid-thirties, having been impregnated with me and quickly married off while still in her teens. Due to complications when carrying me, she was unable to conceive anymore. She is what would be described as petite; short and slim with a tiny waist, broad hips and full rounded thighs. She was darkish chocolate with very smooth skin, black eyes, small straight nose and full sensual lips. She wore B cup bras and had a nice round firm ass. I was a lighter brown than mom, my dad having been very light skinned.

Fifteen minutes after her arrival mom called me to her room to continue setting up the bed. She was still very tipsy, but managed to do her part. She was dressed in a short blue and yellow floral silk pajama suit that I had never seen her in before. The short bottoms was loose and barely covered her nice ass and I must admit I stared a little bit every time she happened to be backing me; nothing lustful, just normal male admiration of beautiful female form. She had been gifted the PJs for her birthday by a female work mate. When we were finished she made up the bed with fresh sheets and pillow cases. Then as if she had only just put it on, pointed to her nightwear.
“How do I look she said as she turned full circle for me to judge. Coleen told me to wear them tonight for the man of the house.” she said giggling.
The pajama top had no sleeve, but a slightly broad strap which led into puckered bra like cups with a deep V between them. The cups weren’t generous enough to keep the round breasts totally concealed, and the hemline stopped over her navel.
“I didn’t tell her you were the only man of the house.” she said, putting her forefinger to her lips in a silence sign.
“So, man of the house, you like?”
“Yes mom, it’s very nice.” I said with a smile and meant it.
“Thanks for the work you did with the fridge and bed.” She said, and stepped forward to give me a tight hug that pressed her nice breasts into my chest.
Again, I admit, it was a very nice feeling that though not lustful was somewhat stimulating and I would have liked it to last for much longer; that closeness to my sweet mom was more than pleasant, she felt so soft and accommodating and smelled so inviting. She raised her face and gave me a quick peck on the lips, and ruffled my hair.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you baby.” She said, followed by “come, let’s go to the kitchen.” I followed behind, looking at her ass bouncing under the silk and thinking without any inappropriate intent or image in mind, that she was a sweet and sexy woman and I was proud of her.

In the kitchen she reached into a shopping bag and took out a bottle of brandy and held it up happily.
“Another gift from one of the girls, she gave it to me to christen the new job and the new fridge and bed; I got a bit talkative.” She said, smiling sheepishly.
She opened a cabinet and took out a couple of glasses, and after pouring a few drops of brandy onto the floor in the traditional offering to the spirits of the house and some on the fridge, she poured generous shots into the glasses and offered one to me.
“You know I don’t want you drinking so early in life, but this will be an exception, seeing it’s a multi celebration, birthday, new job, more money, new fridge and bed, cheers.”
I’m certain if she wasn’t already a bit tipsy she wouldn’t have made that exception; we clinked glasses and she put hers to her mouth and swallowed the liquor in one go. Not wanting to seem a baby I did the same and just managed to keep myself from choking. She grimaced at the taste, which made it all right for me to do the same. We then proceeded to the bedroom and went through the same ritual. I had only ever drank alcohol once, a few months ago at a cousin’s wedding, so those two shots taken in quick succession had my head spinning in an entertaining way that made me laugh for no reason. Mom looked at me and she broke into a laugh, probably at me, though she, having been drinking before coming home, looked to be in a worse shape than me.

“I ate while out with the girls so I am not hungry, but I will fix you dinner,” she said, “what would you like?” she said stuttering slightly.
I could see that she was finding it a little difficult to stand steady and having eaten between putting the fridge in place and setting up the bed I wasn’t particularly hungry, so I decided to save her the trouble.
“No mom thanks, but I’m all right, I ate just before you came home.”
“Okay honey, that’s good, it saves me the possible embarrassment of falling on the kitchen floor.” She said, laughing heartily, drawing me into her mood as well.
She threw herself backward onto the bed heavily and made a whooping sound, then began to roll around and bounce about a little on the new mattress.
“This is the life, ooh wee,” she shouted, “this is marvelous, so soft and comfortable, come on baby take a feel of mommy’s new bed. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you one too, because of the fridge, but I’ll be working on it within the next two months.”
She sat up, snatched my hand and pulled me onto the bed by her side. She lay back again and started bouncing while laughing heartily. I couldn’t help joining her and we bounced on our backs like little kids playing a game. She turned over on her belly and continued and I did the same. She stood up and started jumping up like on a trampoline and called on me to join her. Before I got up to join her, every jump she made had me trying to see further up the already partially revealing loose legged pajamas bottom. I did as she wanted and we were both bouncing. Luckily it was a new and expensive bed with good springs and that neither of us was particularly heavy, or surely some springs would have come undone. I was five seven and slim built, weighing under one thirty. In our heady state we kept bouncing into each other and I liked the comfy softness of her breasts or ass or belly every they came into contact with me, and I thought that if she wasn’t my mom it would have been nice to hold her close. I felt a slight stirring in my crotch and was a bit ashamed of that indiscretion in feelings. Just then she lost balance and reaching out to use me as support, brought me down on top of her. I quickly rolled over after feeling my crotch pressing into hers and identifying the distinct bump that I was feeling between her thighs. She sat up and started laughing again.
“This reminds me of when your uncle Carl and I were kids we would get onto mom and dad’s big bed and play king of the castle, each trying to throw the other off the bed to see who would be king.