My 18th birthday dinner at our favorite restaurant had been a washout. My sister Caitlyn had informed me by text she wouldn't be attending and I quote, "soz benji, won't make it. happy b'day baby bro." Which on top of her recently moving out of home with her new boyfriend, had made my Dad, Geoff, pissed. So pissed in fact he decided to begin drinking even though he'd promised to be the designated driver.
When it came time for my present, Dad channeled my 12th birthday and presented me with a model car kit. Not the new 4k video, slr camera that I'd been hinting at and was expecting. Dad, noting my obvious disappointment, mumbled something about me being ungrateful and wandered back to the bar. My mother Yvette, who I had to admit was looking especially beautiful that night, mentioned she'd talk to me later about my present and we got on with our meal.
Now if you're thinking here that my mother was hinting at some incestuous coupling later that the evening, don't. At the time I actually wasn't sexually infatuated with her. Of course like all boys my age I'd checked out her breasts and ass and I admit I had occasionally smelt her panties but that was more a fetish for the item, not the owner.
Later I dragged my father back from the bar in the hope of discovering just what his problem was that night. Amidst his drunken ramblings my mother and I learned he thought me a welcher, my mother an old maid and the "Japs now owned the country." Now, as I was currently out of school and unemployed, I wasn't in a position to argue that point and the Japanese are big enough to defend themselves, but I'd be damned if I'd let the "old maid" title go without a fight.
When I said my mother looked beautiful that night I was doing her a disservice. She'd recently had her hair styled in a black bob, which gave her a '20's film star look. Her nearly 45 year old, 5'8" body was toned and the cream colored, mid-thigh bodycon dress she wore, accentuated every curve. Tan, high heeled ankle boots led up to sheer, flesh colored pantyhose adorning her long legs. Her makeup was flawless and her brown eyes looked almost black in the dim, mood-lit restaurant. I pointed out to him how stunning his wife, my mother looked, yet he reiterated the "old maid" statement, pointed out that if I loved her so much I could take her home and declared the night over.
My mother unsuccessfully tried to take the car keys from him and with us not prepared to get in the car, he drove off alone. This left Mom and I to get a taxi home. In the back seat, Mom sat in the middle nestled against me, hugging my left arm, my hand resting on her pantyhosed leg. At one point I noticed the driver adjust his rear-view mirror down, no doubt to obtain a view of my mothers legs but I didn't mind. Nor did I blame him. For here on my arm was a smoking hot middle aged woman, a 'milf' as they say. My milf. My mother I'd like to fuck!
And that was the moment. When that loaded statement entered my mind I think back now and realise, right then was when my love for my mother turned to lust. Now there was no sudden breakout of incestuous sex in the backseat while the driver jerked off and spurred us on. My mother didn't give me a blow job or masturbate me, or I finger her. It was just a slow quiet drive home with the warmth of my moms body pressed against me, her head on my shoulder and an erection in my pants!
Dads car was parked haphazardly in the drive and we found him asleep on the couch in the living room. Mom ventured off to change and ready herself for bed and I retired to my room to relieve the burden I was carrying in my balls. Visions came to me of my mother only two rooms away, as I wrapped my hand around my cock. Was she removing her dress? Was she in her underwear? Was she already naked, or god help me, in the toilet? That did it. On the verge of cumming I was disrupted by a light knock at my door. Jesus. I had just managed to hide my hard-on away as the door opened and Mom entered, carrying a gift-wrapped box.
She had removed her makeup and was wearing a pink pyjama onesie I had actually bought her for a previous birthday, it wasn't sexy so much as cute. It had a hood for warmth and a button up flap in the rear for bathroom visits. My mind raced with the thought of her turning and revealing it unbuttoned, presenting her ass to me, to do with as I desired. But of course It wasn't, she was quite well covered. Mom sheepishly asked if she could come in and I leaned forward a little to shield my erection as she sat next to me on the bed.
"Happy birthday Benjamin," she said with a cheeky smile on her lips.
"What's in the box? What's in the box?" I wailed, doing my best Brad Pitt from Se7en impersonation as she handed it to me.
"Well open it and you'll find out silly," then followed up with. "And It's definitely not Gwyneth Paltrow's head!"
It was the camera I'd been wishing for. So this was what she'd meant back at the restaurant about talking to me later. I was thrilled, I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tightly, feeling through the onesie that she had no bra on. I quickly mused as to whether or not she was wearing panties as well and my cock pulsed. It however wasn't pressing against her and if you're wondering, we didn't then have sex in my bed.
The camera it turned out was just from Mom, Dad having decided it was a waste of money. Mom also revealed that Dad and her hadn't been getting along for a while now and were debating separation. Even with my sudden interest in her, I actually didn't want to see them divorce and told her to hang in and give it another chance. After we'd talked for a while and I'd showed her all the things the camera could do, she eventually went off to bed, alone. I finally released an epic load of cum into some tissues and Dad snored his way through to dawn and a well deserved hangover.
The next week saw me taking more photos than a paparazzi paid by the snap. My mother the focus of my work. I assembled a pictorial record of the meals she'd prepared, her daily clothing ensemble and to go with it some sneaky candid downblouses when I was sure she wasn't looking. Yet I spaced it all out with plenty of landscapes, architectural and conceptual, so as not to make my obsession with her, too obvious. An ambulance arriving at a neighbor's house saw me becoming an amateur journo, snapping away as a woman who looked to have hurt her arms was taken to hospital.
The weekend came and as luck would have it, Sunday was Mother's day. Saturday saw me at the mall buying her a new tennis outfit she'd hinted at whilst browsing a sports catalogue. Having procured the dress and heading out I walked past a lingerie store. I wouldn't have thought twice about looking but the display in the front window caught my eye. Three headless, pale mannequins, each wearing the stereotypical sexy costumes of the schoolgirl, the nurse and the french maid. There it was, the maid. What was it my father had kept calling my mother? The "old maid." This could be what Mom needed to show Dad she wasn't an old maid and in fact she was still the sexy woman he'd fallen in love with. Yes, that was my rationale!
With saving my parents' marriage at the forefront of my mind I entered the store and asked for the french maids uniform. The sales assistant was helpful. If this had been a book or movie or just a fantasy, she would have of course, offered to try on the said item for me in store and we'd have sex right there in the change room. Unfortunately this was reality. She did on my departure however, enthusiastically say, "Your girlfriend is going to love this!"
To which I proudly responded, "Oh no. It's for my mother!" And left.
Mother's day morning I greeted her in the kitchen as she was eating breakfast. She was still wearing her pyjamas, (a lemon colored satin shirt and shorts) and had slippers on her feet. I wished her a happy Mother's day with a kiss and hug. She was thrilled with the tennis outfit, proffering me with more kisses and hugs which I gladly received and went off to try it on. I was thrilled with how it looked on her, pink and white with a pleated skirt. I was ready with my camera to document the fashion show and she was happy to pose, declaring that she liked it so much she'd wear it for the rest of the day.
Well after breakfast and back in my room I positioned my camera on my desk pointing at the bed and setting it to video, pressed record. As Mom passed in the hall I called her in and had her sit on the bed. This was it I thought, I sat next to her and began saying how I'd thought long and hard about her and Dad and come up with a way for him to fall in love with her again.
"I've got another Mother's day present for you, I know it might be a little strange but just hear me out, OK?"
"Ah, OK honey," she replied, with some obvious curiosity in her tone.
I reached behind my bed to retrieve the gift-wrapped box, the ribbon of which had the lingerie stores name emblazoned across it, giving her an immediate idea of it's contents. Before I allowed her to open it, I explained about how Dad had been calling her an "old maid" and that got me thinking he just needed a reminder of what he had at home before he even contemplated leaving her.
