My father died of a heart attack 3 years ago.
Before it happened, I used to think myocardial infarction came with risk factors and prior symptoms. However, Dad was healthy, and according to his health file, he didn't suffer from hypertension, diabetes, obesity, high cholesterol, or other known risk factors. He also exercised 3 times a week and never complained about chest pain or shortness of breath.
Nothing prepared us for his demise, and we were caught unready. The mental anguish was one thing, but neither Mom nor I knew anything about the family's financial situation. We were fortunate that Dad was very organized and kept everything in files on our home computer. I checked the appropriate folders and had a sigh of relief: Dad had generous life insurance, ample savings, and 1.5 million dollars in a Vanguard portfolio.
There was one caveat: Mom didn't know how to use a computer.
My mother was a homemaker who was happy with her simple life - Being married to a dominant male who took care of her physically, emotionally, and financially. During the day, she cleaned, cooked, did laundry, and watched silly sitcoms on TV.
When Dad was gone, she was helpless. As a 22 year old senior in college, I was a savvy computer user and dedicated time to teaching her basic computer use. I taught her how to use an e-mail and arranged shortcuts to sites that would be relevant to her, like billing sites, CNN, Amazon, Google, etc.
Mom slowly caught up. She asked me timidly what sites my friends and I were watching. I showed her how to access social media like Facebook, sports channels, and even Literotica. She blushed but said nothing.
After the 7 days mourning, I continued going everyday to my classes, and each weekend, I inquired Mom if the computer was helpful. In the first 2 weeks, she hardly used it except twice googling for the meaning of words she heard on TV but didn't know what they meant.
On the third weekend, rather than asking her about it, I checked the history file. Mom used the computer to read CNN, check the latest underwear fashion, and even... Literotica. I was surprised, but knowing that without Dad around, her sex life suffered a drought, I probably shouldn't have been. I read the 3 stories she opened. All 3 were in the category of erotic coupling. Was she reading these because she was curious? Did she consider looking for a new mate?
I didn't mention to her I knew about her and Literotica. I spent all my free time with her, waiting for Mom to start being more independent and be less needy of me around.
Two months later, I was sitting with her on the sofa and watching a movie together. I noticed she had on a different perfume. I complimented her on it. She blushed and grinned, "Oh, thank you, Robin. It means a lot to me."
Over the weekend, I checked her history again. She ordered 2 new sets of underwear on Amazon. I looked at her choice, and they looked very sexy. What the hell, Ma?... I also noted that during the week, she opened 10 stories on Literotica. Five were about erotic coupling, two were mature, and three were about incest. I chuckled, 'Mom was becoming very curious about sexuality. It might be a good sign that she is about to be ready for another man in her life.
In the evening, she wore a midi-style dress with 2" heel shoes, put on faint red lipstick and a touch of makeup. I was stunned. She really looked gorgeous. Until that moment, she was simply 'Mom,' but suddenly her appearance radiated beauty... I said, "Mom, you look amazing. Whoever guy catches your eye will be very happy."
"Do you think I look OK? After all, I am 41 years old."
"Mom, Chronological age doesn't mean much, especially these days. Attractive cougars can have relationships with anybody. You are a real MILF!"
She blushed again but did not say anything.
I forgot about it, and the following weekend, I checked the computer history again. Mom looked for the meaning of cougar and MILF. I wondered how she interpreted the context in which I was saying those words...
The same evening, Mom asked if we could go see a movie in a theater. I was happy she wanted to leave the house and agreed. As per her request, I bought online tickets to a romantic comedy. When it was time to leave the house, the woman who exited her room was hardly her: Mom's hair was arranged in a bun. Her short black dress had a nice cleavage and displayed shapely legs. She added a 3" shiny black matching shoes. Mom looked fantastic! I whistled appreciatively and commented, "If you weren't my mother, I'd ask you for a date."
She smiled, "Is that what you meant by calling me a MILF?"
I grinned, "It's only an expression, Mom." She winked at me.
The movie was a simple romantic love story with occasional stupid jokes. Mom sat with her eyes mesmerized by the action on the screen while I got distracted. As Mom focused, her torso leaned forward, and the upper part of her dress separated from her chest. The creamy tops of her tits were clearly visible. It was ridiculous - at home, I saw Mom multiple times walking in her underwear to and from the bathroom and never bothered thinking about it, and now, in the dim lights, I ogled her breasts. I sneaked a peek at her face and realized for the first time she was pretty in her own way. With the proper cosmetics on and wearing this highly revealing dress, Mom was... sexy!
During the movie, I continued staring at her face and the uncovered part of her chest. One time she turned to me, wanting to ask a question, and caught me inspecting her breasts. She giggled and held my hand for the rest of the movie.
Later, at home, something had changed in me. Mom became an erotic figure. I used the rare opportunity when she visited a neighbor and checked her underwear drawers. Most of her bras were old except for 2 new, silky, semi-transparent, pink ones. The panties were the same: Mostly high cut ones with faded colors. However, there were 2 low-cut pink panties that comprised a set with the new bras. Good for her! Next, I explored the laundry basket and sniffed the used panties. The odor was a mixture of musk and sweat. I liked the smell... I returned to my room and tried to concentrate on my studies, but Mom's smell haunted me. I was too distracted. The same night, I had a dream. Mom told me she always loved me more than Dad but couldn't show it. I woke up with a woodie...
In the following days, Mom's attire had changed for the better. She put on summer blouses and shorter skirts. When I returned from school, she constantly had on lipstick and makeup. Was she thinking about going on a date and wished to hear my opinion?
The next weekend, I examined Mom's history. She had read 12 stories on Literotica.
I copied the sites and read the stories in my room later. To say I was shocked was an underestimation: All the stories were published by Silkstockinglover, and all were about incestual relationships between a mother and her son. I've read stories by this author before and enjoyed them immensely. In fact, the best stories to masturbate on were hers. Her graphic writing was direct, provocative, and blunt.
My initial thought was Mom was just curious. However, dressing in sexier clothes at home and a few episodes where she touched me for a longer time than needed crossed my mind. I decided to give it another week and see where it was going.
On Tuesday, Mom and I sat again to watch TV for a movie of her choice. She brought popcorn on a tray and put it by my side. She covered us with a thin blanket, and the movie began. Ten minutes into the film, she leaned into me and took a fistful of popcorn. Five minutes later, she repeated it. Each time, her covered breast pressed against my chest. When she did it the third time, My pecker started engorging. Mom did it 2 more times, and by then, my organ was at full mast, lifting the blanket on my groin.
She noticed it and mumbled, "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you, so I leaned over. Do you want me to stop?"
I smirked, "Not really. I just wonder about the consequences..."
She gave me an innocent look, "Honey, what do you mean?"
