The limo from the Funeral Home dropped John and Leslie Simmons at the front door of their home. It was the middle of the afternoon on Friday and at long last there ordeal was coming to an end. It had started over a week earlier with a phone call that Leslie received saying her husband, John's Father, had been injured in a car accident and for her to come to the hospital. Fortunately John was just home from College and he and his Mom hurried to the hospital. "I'm so sorry,the doctor had said, We did all that we could but his injuries were too severe."
They learned that Steadman Simmons Jr,s luxury car had been hit broadside by a large truck and that he really never had a chance. Though he did have his seat belt on and all airbags deployed it just wasn't enough to save him.
As they entered the home, Leslie said "I'm going upstairs, soak in a hot tub and lie down for awhile. Thanks for being so strong for me this week hon." She gave John a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
John grabbed a beer and walked out onto the screened-in porch at the back of the house. He gazed out at the perfectly landscaped back yard and gardens all surrounded by a high brick wall that had been painted White for many years. This was a large comfortable home that sat on about an acre of ground .
John thought about his Father and all that had happened in the week since his Dad had died. His father had been the only child of a prominent Southern family and had followed in the family tradition by becoming a lawyer. His marriage to Leslie didn't happen till he was 31 and already established with a growing law practice. Their only child, John was born 4 years later and was raised mainly by his Mother as his Father seemed driven only by his ambitions.
He was a kind and giving Father if not a very loving one. John never was without anything he really needed but he learned early on that no matter how important an athletic event or some other school function that he was involved in , his Father would not be in attendance. There was always some excuse but deep down John always thought that his Father never really tried all that hard. His Mother, on the other hand was always there for him and quick with a hug or a kiss, even though the kiss was always on the cheek.
John thought his Mother was very pretty but in a rather subdued fashion. Her rich dark hair was always worn up and never upgraded to a newer style. Her clothes were the same, always as good as money could buy but very subdued and nothing sporty about them.
John had spent many Summers at expensive camps for boys, and while he was there, his parents often took vacation trips to places all around the World. At the time John never thought this strange as the camps always offered great adventures and his parents always came home with great gifts for him . Of course like all summer camps much of the competition included a lot of swimming. Now for some reason the thought popped into his head that he had never seen his Mother in Bathing suit.
John walked through the Kitchen and up the back stairs to a large room over the four car garage. This had been John's bedroom when he lived at home but his dad had turned it more into a library or reading room when John had left for college. John still loved the room, it had a cathedral ceiling and large gables on both sides that featured many swing out windows. The bed had been replaced by overstuffed chairs, a couch and beautiful wood furniture. The far end of the room still featured a stone fireplace with floor to ceiling bookshelves on both sides.
John scanned the many books and spotted a novel he had begun reading several years ago and never finished. He took the book, sat down on the comfortable couch and before he realized it he had read for several hours.
"So here you are, Leslie said as she walked into the room. I thought I might find you here. You always loved this room when it was your bedroom didn't you?"
"Yeah, it's still probably my favorite room in the whole house." John answered as he looked up at his Mom. John almost did a double take at what he saw. His Mom was wearing an off-White silky looking robe and her look was different than John had ever seen. Her shiny dark hair was pulled back from her face and hung in a braid more than half way down her back. But what John had trouble keeping his eyes off of were his Mothers boobs. They seemed twice as big as John remembered and they hung low on his Moms chest. She was barefoot and had no make-up on, to John she looked beautiful.
"Oh I feel much better after that bath and nap, and it feels like a load has been lifted of my back." Leslie said as she sat down at the other end of the couch.
"I know what you mean , I feel the same Mom. John answered. I think I loved my Father but I just couldn't feel any emotional loss, I spent the whole week feeling guilty."
" Don't you dare let yourself feel that way Hon, your Father was good man but he had a very straight and narrow view about how things should be. Love and affection were emotions that he wasn't familiar with, as long as he provided well for his family he felt that was enough."
"Did he dictate your whole lifestyle to you Mom?" John asked.
"Well I guess you could say that, as I said he was pretty set in his ways. What brought that up?"
"Because I'm looking at much different you! John smiled. I've never seen your hair down , never seen you in a robe and never have seen you barefoot."
"Maybe I'm losing some past inhibitions and establishing some new freedoms." Leslie said with a slight blush.
"That makes me very happy Mom and I think it makes you look 10 years younger."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Leslie giggled as she slid down the couch gave John a hug and a short kiss right on the lips.
"Another First, John said, So much better to get a kiss on the lips than all those years of just on the cheeks."
"Another part of your Fathers influence, he was not much into kissing and thought there was strict code to be followed. But that's behind us now so prepare to receive all kisses on the mouth." Leslie answered.
"Fantastic, John whispered, I've always wanted them there."
"So now that there is just the two of us, that's the way it will be." his Mom smiled up at him.
She leaned in against John and he naturally put his arm around her shoulder. This brought a jolt to John as he felt her large breast push into his side and the smell of her hair as she rested her head on his chest. As John glanced down he saw that her robe had pushed away from her at the top and gave him an unobstructed view of possibly the best cleavage he had ever seen.
As a teenager John had always been fascinated by girls with a big chest. In college he had discovered the pleasures to be had from a willing partner with just such endowment. His busty girlfriend had loved to tease him by not wearing a bra or sometimes going topless in his apartment. John had never tired of this behavior. But now it was his Mother and should he feel guilty about the growing hardness in his shorts?
His thoughts were interrupted by Leslie saying "I talked to David Meadows, an attorney at the firm and his Fathers best friend. He said that after a brief look at your Dad's will and other information, that we should have no financial problems. Your Father, as you can imagine was very serious about preparing for all situations. He also said he had already been contacted by the insurance company, for the truck that killed your Dad, and that he didn't expect any trouble getting a fair and generous settlement."
"All that being said, Leslie added, You mentioned earlier about your lack of emotion toward your Father and I have to confess that although different, my feelings were somewhat the same. Your Father and I had a comfortable marriage that gave me everything I desired except for one thing -----passion!"
"It seemed the more success he had with his practice the only thing he needed from me was obedience and acceptance of his straight and narrow ways It was a very fair trade-off for the good lifestyle he provided, but that is behind me now and I really want to change some things and live a little differently. I certainly hope that my handsome son understands and will help his Mother come out of her shell." Lslie said as she smiled up at John.
John lifted his Mothers face and kissed her gently on the lips, a kiss that lasted a little longer than John had planned but neither of them seemed to want it to end. John finally pulled back a bit and looked into her eyes as he said "I can't think of anything I would rather do."
"That makes me very happy John boy." she said as she snuggled even closer to John. This did nothing to lessen John's growing erection but he wasn't about to change positions now. But Leslie pulled away, turned on the couch and lay back with her head in John's lap. Her long braid was over the edge of the couch and her head was right on John's erection.
She moved her head around a bit and smiled up at her son. "When I was in college there was a saying that went around. Is that a pencil in your pocket or you just glad to see me?"
