I had just turned 19 and was heading home for the first time in 6 months. It was the end of my first year at university and I hadn't been home since Christmas. Now I was looking forward to 6 weeks of lazing around.
Actually, I wasn't really looking forward to it at all. The reason that I had only been home once during the past 12 months was that I didn't really like the atmosphere at home. My mum and dad had been married for 20 years but these days all they seemed to do was argue. Dad spent most of his time building his business and mum seemed bored to tears. I had a sister of 18 and a 17 year old brother and they both lived at home. They didn't seem to mind the constant bickering that went on, but then they were out most of the time, only going home to eat and sleep.
I walked in the front door and shouted "I'm home!"
I hadn't expected dad to be home but I thought I'd at least get a welcome from mum and my brother and sister.
My mother came out from the living room, smiling.
"Rob! Welcome home, it's good to see you".
She came up to me, put her arms around me and hugged me. I hugged her back.
Mum stood back, still holding my shoulders, and looked at me.
"You've certainly grown up while you've been away" she said, approvingly.
"And you look as good as always" I replied, studying her.
Actually, she looked better than good – she looked stunning. Her naturally dark complexion was even more tanned and her long, dark lustrous hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her lovely face that bore just a hint of make up. She was wearing a white summer dress that was cut low at the front. As I looked down at her I noticed the swell of her breasts. I hadn't really looked at her in a sexual way before and I felt more than a little guilty as my cock started to harden.
Mum pulled away from me and said "Why don't you take your things up to your room and then come down and tell me what you've been up to".
"OK" I said, then hesitated. "Where is everyone?"
"All at work as usual" she replied. "I'm afraid you've just got little old me".
I was a bit disappointed but I didn't let it show. "No problem – it'll give us time to talk".
I started up the stairs to my room then stopped and looked down at her.
"And your not old" I said.
She seemed to appreciate my comment because she smiled warmly at me, turned and headed back to the lounge.
As I quickly unpacked my things I thought about my mother. She certainly wasn't old. She'd had me when she was 20, a year after marrying dad, so that made her just 39. She had retained her figure, even after 3 kids. Standing at just 5ft tall she had bumps and curves in all the right places. I knew she had 36 inch breasts because I'd looked at her bra size when I was still living at home. With hindsight, I thought, maybe I had considered her sexually before. I pictured her downstairs in the thin cotton dress and wondered if I should risk a quick one off the wrist before I went back down. My cock was still hard but I thought better of it and headed back down to join her.
I went into the lounge and sat on the sofa. Mum came in from the kitchen carrying a beer.
"I thought you'd like this after your journey" she said, putting the beer on the coffee table in front of me. She sat on the sofa next to me and said "Now, tell me what's been happening in your life".
We talked for an hour or so but I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation. She had drawn her legs up under her and the dress had slid up revealing an expanse of smooth, tanned thigh. As she leaned back her dress pulled across her breasts and I could easily make out the white lacy bra beneath it. I'd had an erection all the time we'd been sitting there.
