I was eighteen by the time I finished my freshman year at college. I had grown up in many ways over the course of the year. I have reached the peak of my physical strength, and my looks have grown from boy-like to mature; my mindset making the transition from boy to man, in every conceivable way. It had been a long year away from home and I was glad to get away from the bustle of city life and back to the country style with my family and our casual, unpretentious home life.
As I pulled my '55 Dodge up into the driveway, Mom and sis came out of the front door to welcome me home. Sis looked great albeit married and 6 months with child. She appeared to glow and beam. Her hug and greeting was warm as ever and very comforting. Almost as soon as I arrived though, she regretfully told me she had to leave for the 40 or so mile trip back to her home. Being in the country, she did not wish to drive after dark in her condition. We hugged again and reassured each other that it would not be another year until we see each other. And she headed out.
Mom and I had grasped one another around the waist as we said our goodbyes to Sis. My mother was still a stunning woman, even though almost twenty years my senior. She had her hair trimmed into a bob style just above the shoulders, which greatly contributed to her youthful look. With just a hint of blush on and some medium shade of lipstick, her presence was appealing.
She was only 5'2" in stocking feet, but I never realized it since she almost always wore high heels, even doing most housework. Her frame was stunning at only 105 pounds, which made her 34 C breasts appear much larger. Her legs, whether in or out of stockings would make any man do a double take while looking her over.
Each of us grabbed one of my suitcases and we headed into the family's typical split-level suburban home. She told me to sit down and headed right for the kitchen. There was always a pot of coffee on and she poured us both a cup then came back into the living room to chat with me.
Our conversation went through the usual...grades, sports, ladies I was seeing...but not a word of my Dad who had passed on in the middle of the year. Seems he had a heart attack while pleasing a young lady in her 20's. If I may be so bold as to say, it was the best thing that ever happened to all of us. He was a cruel, womanizing, deceitful bastard! In spite of it all, he left Mom and both of us children well off.
Mom and I had always been extremely close. We were quite used to having long and in-depth conversations; most of which would have embarrassed any teen my age, no less his mom in discussing such matters...at least at that point in time—during the mid-60's. In actuality, it was my mother who had verbally taught me all that I knew about all the things a man should know about a woman, including techniques and feelings. We stayed up most of the night chatting, bantering and jesting.
The next morning I slept in. It was so nice...no classes or chores, no roommates to stir me, none of the city noises. Uncannily, it was the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee that stirred me.
I went downstairs to the kitchen clad only in my skivvies, which sort of broke up mom at the sight of me. Hell, it was just my mom. She was wearing a skimpy silk housecoat, which left very little for a man to wonder about what was beneath it. Neither of us really realized, at that point, that I was actually a grown man.
Seeing her in the housecoat made my mind instantly bring thoughts to mind of what lie beneath it, and I tried like hell to stifle my thoughts. Damn, this was my mom. The woman who raised me, comforted and supported me, taught me everything I ever wanted to know. In spite of my efforts, my rapidly erecting tower gave my thoughts away.
She took notice of me and then made sure she was appropriately covered.
"Do you have to go to the bathroom before breakfast, young man?" she jokingly quipped.
"No mom. i... er...it...it's just that you look so beautiful and so damned sexy like that! I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
"Honey," she retorted, "You...it doesn't embarrass me. It's just that I didn't realize that I would have that sort of reaction on you."
