The trip to Ft. Lauderdale started like any of their family trips. Mike's wife didn't like being rushed yet wanted everything packed into the car quickly. He hated waking up at 6am in order to leave early to head down to South Florida. This weekend though was a bit different then their usual trips to Miami.
Mike's kid sister was having her baby shower. She had wanted to be a mom for a while and had found a suitable guy to knock her up. The guy, though, wasn't in the picture. Mike's wife, Kim, had helped plan the event because unlike some other family members, Mike and Kim were very supportive of his sister's decision to be a single mother.
During the long ride Kim sat in the back with their infant son. Mike looked forward to listening to music and losing himself to his thoughts. Mike thought a lot about his relationship with Kim. They used to be close. They used to have sex often. Even after Mike had lost a great job and had to out his family through a year long struggle; the loving had never stopped. Now, suddenly, even though Mike was back on track, Kim hardly gave him the time of day. Mike felt he would never stray. He was completely faithful; yet he just wanted to be able to touch his wife again and be touched in return.
Mike and Kim drove straight to the shower. They had brought many of the decorations themselves. As they set up according to the way his sister wanted. Morgan, his sister and Judy, Mike's mom, showed up.
Mike had not seen his sister since the earliest days of her pregnancy; before she had even announced it. She had ballooned, as was expected being due in a month and a half, but she carried it well. Her face still held that certain baby cuteness that she had never fully lost. Mike's eyes though were immediately drawn to his mother. Judy got out of the car and was a vision of radiance. Her auburn hair seemed to glimmer and shine as she walked. She swayed more than walked. It was as if she was filled with joy and nothing held her back. Her dress showed a good amount of smooth, almost gleaming skin at her shoulders and back and her plunging front line revealed just a hint of cleavage.
Something in Mike's head seemed to shift. Suddenly, maybe for the first time, he saw his mom, his own mom, as a woman and not as a mom. He felt his face burn red as his dick stirred in his shorts.
The party was set up and many guests bearing large baby items arrived. There was a large assortment of sweets and food and a Margarita stand available for all but the mother-to-be. Mike had been trying to clear his head. He wasn't sure where these suddenly sexual thoughts of his own mom came from. As he bent down to pick up some trash his eyes were in direct view of his mom's ass. For a second an image in his mind appeared of that same ass naked, bouncing, Mike's dick pushing into it causing a wave to appear of the flesh. Mike shook his head to clear the image but as he stood up him mom looked right at him and smiled.
Did she know I was just looking at her ass?
Mike thought.
Towards the end of the part and Mike was helping to load all the gifts into the car. His mom appeared from around the other side, carrying several small bags.
"Let me take those from you mom, it's your day to celebrate with Morgan."
"All my babies have babies, I'm old now." his mom said with a hint of sadness. Mike hugged her towards him in a comforting way but released her quickly as he felt himself beginning to get hard. "Luckily," his mom said, "I get to spend a little more time with you. Your lovely wife volunteered you to come back to the house and build the crib for us."
"Oh, Wonderful," Mike said.
Mike went over to his wife. "So, you got me doing extra work now?"
"Your mom needs help; your sister can't do it and your dad has to work all those crazy hours. If you came back to my parent's house, you would be sitting around on your phone. You build our crib, go build your sister."
Mike did not want to let his wife know he was quite happy to go help his mom. Maybe he could catch her bent over again.
The cars were packed. Mike hopped in with his parents and drove off. Mike and his family rode in mostly silence. Mike watching his old neighborhood out the windows game his feelings of nostalgia. This doesn't make sense The car pulled into the driveway. Mike's sister gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for helping big brother." She went straight to her room and Mike looked at his mom quizzingly.
"She works nights, so she sleeps during the day a lot." Judy said.
Mike shrugged and looked around. The house remained relatively unchanged since he had moved out. Some new furniture, an updated computer; but mostly the same. Mike's mom walked him to the room that used to be his, now decorated for his sister and her soon to be newborn son. Mike's dad came into the room to say his goodbye.
"It sucks you couldn't get the whole day off," Mike said. "What can you do?" answered his dad. Mike heard the door close and the car drove off.
The crib box was big and a bit more complicated that his sons had been. He unpacked and got to work. Mike laid all the pieces out and started to follow the lengthy direction. The small air conditioner provided just enough to keep him cool. After about a half hour of work Mike had little to show. A frame and some legs but very little that resembled a crib yet. He knew he would get it done; it would just take time.
His mom walked in the room with a bottle of water. She had changed out of her party clothes into something more comfortable. Mike watched her approach and thought if she was any more comfortable, she would be naked. A fleeting image of his very naked mother came to his mind. He enjoyed the image then realized he was growing hard, he might be staring, and he shook the image away.
