We were all very excited with Dad's new promotion. He had been working so hard and this advancement would secure his place in the company for as long as he wanted. And, obviously, the additional money would be nice. The only set back would be that he would be travelling more. Who knows when he would be going and when he would return. The first few weeks were exciting. It was great to send him off on his next adventure and then to have him return to tell us about these new places. But as time went on it became somewhat routine. Cleveland sounded just like Detroit. Chicago sounded just like New York. He was gone more often then he was home. And as that stayed the same, some things changed, especially Mom.
I thought my Mom was pretty hip for 46. She was in good shape and because of her teaching job she was up on current trends. Her blonde enhanced hair was always in place and I endured the jabs from my buddies, "Hey your mom is pretty hot." That's my mom and I never thought of her that way.
As the days and weeks carried on and Dad being gone more and more I could see it taking its toll on Mom. She seemed to be a little melancholy, a little lonely. She was always pretty good about leaving me to myself to do my own thing. But lately she's been stopping in my room more and more to talk about nothing in particular. And the occasional glass of Chardonnay was now becoming an everyday thing. The silky gowns she would wear to bed were now on immediately as she got home. Well, whatever gets her by.
I laid on my bed watching the big screen TV thanks to Dad's new gig. I noticed Mom walking back and forth in the h all, I'm sure moving laundry down the line or something of that nature. The usual white silky robe clung to her body and it was more loosely tied than usual. Mom had rather large breasts for her smaller frame and I could tell she was proud of them. And why she wore those high heels with the fur across the toes I will never know. The ever present glass of Chardonnay was in her hand. And with each passing it was always full which meant she wasn't drinking it at all or she was drinking it all and refilling quite a bit.
She sauntered in my room. The glass of Chardonnay dangling on her fingertips. Her tits swayed in time with her steps. It was obvious she did not have a bra on as her erect nipples made quite an indentation on her gown. In my naïveté I had no idea that she loosely tied her robe because she knew the natural movements of her ample breasts would rub against the silky fabric of her gown and give her a nice erotic sensation. She sat on the corner of my bed and slowly began to brush my hair off of my forehead. "Did you hear from Dad today."
"No, I'm sure the meeting ran late and they went right to dinner from the conference center."
"I'm sure he will check in later, he always does." Mom continued to brush my hair gently as she sipped her wine. I couldn't help but notice her cleavage. It was making me uncomfortable as it was so obvious and she didn't seem to care. "You know you're the man of the house while Dad is away. You're growing up so fast." I just smiled and nodded.
"The dark load is next baby, why don't you give me your shorts so I can get them in there."
"OK mom." There were a few awkward seconds as I figured she would get up and go so I could change but she only sat there patiently and took another sip of wine. "C'mon baby that load is next."
"Well I will take them off and bring them down to you."
"Why don't you just take them off now as long as I am here."
