"It's just that some men, your dad being one of them, have to go after new women. They aren't satisfied with just one woman, they have to have more than one."
Mom brought over a bottle of soda for me and a wine cooler for herself and sat next to me on the couch -- much closer than she had ever sat before. I watched as my mom drank from the wine cooler. I started to fixate on how her lips surrounded the tip of the bottle. I felt myself becoming slightly aroused.
My mom is in her late 40's but still very beautiful. She is what some would call "petite" because she only stands about 5 feet and 3 inches tall. She looks like she weighs just over 100 pounds. Her hair is dark red and she keeps it very long, almost to the small of her back. Her breasts are fairly large, maybe 34 to 36 inches, but her waist is tiny, only about 20 to 22 inches. This has the effect of making my mom look even more well endowed than she already is. Her legs are tanned and toned. My mom is tanned all over and toned all over thanks to frequent tanning sessions in the back yard of our old house and regular workouts with our home treadmill and with lifting weights.
Her face is the face of a mature woman. A woman who has seen and done a lot of things. Some might find a face like that a turn off. I was finding my mom's face a turn on! You could have the bimbos in my school or on tv or in the pages of men's magazines. I was suddenly being drawn to my own mom and I liked it!
Mom not only was attractive but also showed herself off very well. She was dressed in a pair of tight, short, blue jean cut-offs. She wore a black bikini top. Her feet were covered by a pair of running shoes.
The time flew by as I talked with my sexy mother on our new couch in our new house. Afternoon, became evening. Evening became the wee hours of the morning. Mom drank her fill of wine coolers and then some.
I watched as my mom downed yet another wine cooler. I watched her long, slender throat stretch out as she drank it down. I watched her throat move as she swallowed. I was hard as a rock and all I was doing was just looking at my sexy, short-shorts wearing mother.
Mom leaned towards me and said, "Honey, I'm a one man woman, even if that man is her 22 year old son." Then she kissed me on the cheek.
"I'm your man, mom. For as long as you want me," I said back. I could hardly contain myself.
Then, I could contain myself no more. I didn't think. I just acted. I kissed my mom on her beautiful lips -- hard. An unmistakeable moan of pleasure came from deep within her as I probed her mouth with my tongue.
With a skill I didn't even know that I had until now, I swiftly removed my mom's bikini top and undid her short-shorts and tossed them aside. Just as skillfully, she removed the sweatpants and tee-shirt that I had been wearing up until now.
