This is a story that did not take place in any shape or form. This first part is a long story and the first part of 4 or 5 parts depending on comments as I post each part of the story.
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The whole time I was growing up it was mostly mom and me at home, but with luck dad would be home at least once during the month if, you call it lucky or not, it's more like not lucky. When dad was home it was usually just for the weekend and he just either lay around all weekend or go out and hang with his friends, leaving mom to mow the yard and other chores herself, as if he wasn't even there, just like any other time when he wasn't there.
Mom was the one that did all the chores around the house until I was old enough and big enough to do some of the chores for her, which when I felt that I could do some of the chores for her I would try and do them, and the ones I was able to do with no problem she let me do them all the time, but the ones I had trouble with and needed help on, she would either just do them or let me help, till I was able to do them on my own.
As time went by I got to noticing that my mom was really a hot looking woman, and the thing that brought that to my attention the most, was hearing some of the boys at school in the showers after gym class, talking about which moms are MILF's, and my mom was one that they all think is the hottest mom of all the sexy moms.
I noticed that every time mom would come to school and pick me up when school was out for the day, to go with her to do grocery shopping, she would be dressed in a short dress that showed some cleavage as well as half of her thighs to three quarters of her thighs when she was standing up, or a blouse and skirt that let as much, as her dress' showed, they would show as well.
When I took note as to how hot my mom is I got to thinking about her when I would jack off every day, which I would jack off every chance I got when I was at home alone, or when I was in my bedroom taking a break between chores, and at night before going to sleep, and in the mornings before getting up to go to school, and in the summer time, before going down to breakfast.
I even got to looking at her dirty panties in the laundry basket and her bras, and right away I found out she wore a thirty-two D cup bra, and a lot of them were lace and sheer, with a few that had white cups in them, but very few, which I only saw maybe a couple of times during a month if that, and her panties were mostly thongs and G-string with lace or sheer front panels, and the very few full panties were sheer front and back I would see maybe once a month if that, and at least once a week I would see a pair of panties that were crouch-less panties, and sheer as well.
Around the house in the winter time, mom would usually wear pants that only come down to around mid-calf on her legs, with either a blouse that buttoned up, or a T-shirt of some kind, or a pullover shirt, which they all would show off her cleavage. In the summer time she would wear either cut off shorts, which she would cut off real short, and if I was able to watch her when she bent over, I would get a view of the panties she may be wearing that day if any, and during these times I was able to see that she had her bush trimmed, to what looked to be a one inch wide landing strip. If she wasn't wearing cut offs, she would have on some really short shorts that would show off just a little hint of her butt cheeks when she was standing, and a little bit more butt cheeks when she bent over, and they would ride up into her ass crack when she stood back up, and sometimes I would see a thong line in the back, and sometimes I would not see any panty line at all.
The pants that only came down to mid-calf on mom's legs were all ways tight, and depending on what kind of material they were made of, would depend on if they ride up into her ass crack or not. No matter what time of year it was, winter, summer, or other time of year, she would change into a short dress, or a short skirt and blouse, to go shopping, for whatever kind of shopping she needed to do.
With mom's short dress' and skirts, I would get fast glimpses up her dress or skirt when she would sit down, either in a chair or bench seat at a restaurant, or while she was getting in, or getting out of the car, and if I was in the right place at the right time, I would get a back view up her dress or skirt when she bent over, to either look at something, or pick up something while shopping, so again I got to know what panties she may have on at the time, which I could see her pussy lips since she would be wearing panties that were sheer, or the string on her thongs would ride up between her pussy lips, since they were really small thong panties.
I did have thoughts that maybe mom was teasing me or testing me at times with what she wore around me, and the very few times dad was home, she didn't really show herself off around him, but then again he would either be watching the television, or off with his friends doing whatever with them, while mom and I did all the work that needed to be done, and if something that her or I could not fix, we would have to call someone to come in and fix what we couldn't fix, since dad wouldn't even look to see if he could fix it or not. He would just say 'fix it or deal with it'.
The very few times dad was home, he was in bed at seven o'clock the two nights he was home, unless he went out with his friends, then he would stumble in around eight or eight-thirty and go straight to bed, so by the time mom went to bed, he was passed out, which those few times mom would sleep in the spare bedroom, because dad's snoring would keep her awake all night long.
The day after school let out for the summer was mom and dad's eighteenth anniversary, and dad promised mom that he would be home to celebrate their anniversary, and told her to make reservation at some fancy restaurant, then they would stop and get some wine to take home and spend a quiet evening together at home, and I could go out with my friends if I wanted too, as long as I left them alone for the evening.
Mom and I always talked about things so I knew what this evening meant to mom, even thou she told me she was not sure if it was going to be an evening, that she really wanted to remember or not, by the way dad was acting the last couple of times he was home, and she didn't know if he was going to be home, like he said he would be.
I had 'told', mom that I would go out to eat, then go out to hang with my few friends if they were going to be hanging out some place, but I didn't plan to go out till after mom and dad left to go out to supper for their anniversary, not knowing if my friends would be out and around anywhere, or spending their time with their family's or not.
When mom was ready to go and dad wasn't home when he said he would be, which was an hour before mom was fully ready to go, she decided to call his office to find out that him and his secretary, were out of town till next Friday on business, so mom called his cell phone then, and it was his secretary that answered his phone, and mom heard "Who is it baby" which was dad's voice in the back ground, then she heard, "Someone named Maryann." which was dad's secretary a little closer but still in the back ground, "Ask her if I can call her back later, because we are busy at the moment.".
"Oh fuck, that feels good baby. Hello, may I ahh, help you?" then she moaned out loud.
... "No, I just found what I was looking for thank you." then mom heard another moan come from the secretary's mouth, followed by her saying, "Oh fuck baby, I'm about to fucking cum, make..." click.
"OH, THAT FUCKING BASTARED!" I heard mom scream out as she hung up the phone, and then dropped it down on the table, next to her chair.
"What's wrong mom?"
Mom then told me what she found out from dad's office building, that he worked out of, and what all she heard over the phone, when she called his cell phone, word for word as to what he said, and what his secretary said, and the moaning she did in mom's ear through the phone, while they talked, and talking to mom too.
"I'm sorry mom, that he is such a jerk and standing you up like this, while having sex with his bimbo secretary."
"Jerk is putting it lightly. Besides it's not your fault so no need to apologize for him. It is my fault for marrying the fucking bastared. And that is putting it lightly too. I might as well call and cancel the reservation at the restaurant, since he is out of town fucking his bimbo secretary."
"No mom do not cancel it." as mom reached for the phone again, "Let me get changed real quick into something nicer and I will go with you, and be your husband for the night, till you say it is the end of the night."
Mom just looked at me for a moment, "How are you going to pass for my husband, when I look so much older than you do, even thou you do look a tad older than you are?"
"You look so much younger than you really are, and some older women are marrying younger guys too, all because the younger guys like the way an older woman looks, or how good they are in bed, due to the way the younger girls are in bed. Now just give me a minute to get changed since it is about time that we get going to make the reservation on time."
"Okay, only if you can get ready in time before we do need to leave then." as I was headed to my bedroom.
