This is the story of how many years ago I fell in love with my mother. Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. I'm 70 years old now, but I remember every moment as if it happened yesterday. We have to go back in time until I'm just 37 years old. I was newly divorced after a marriage of 17 years. I had been a very shy teenager and married the first woman I had sex with. We were married for 17 years and had three children. My soon to be ex-wife Janelle just wanted to be free so I got custody of our children. Janelle has been married three times since we divorced. In later years she told me it wasn't my fault that caused the divorce. So that made me feel a little better about myself. I was still shy and the thought of dating again made me very nervous. That along with working full time and raising our three children. Kayla 14, Brenda 12, and Thomas 9.
Thankfully I had the support of my mother Diana. My father had died when I was 13 years old. Diana had taken care of me and my sisters Celia, Marg, and my brother Mark. Mark was actually born just after my father died. He was 13 years younger than I was. My mother never married again. The rest of her life was spent being supportive of her children. She was a true angel.
Over the years my mother dated very rarely. In fact I only know of one person that she ever did date. I was surprised when she told me that John was actually younger than I was at the time. She wanted to personally tell me so I wouldn't hear it from someone else. Knowing her it wasn't his age that mattered. She always saw the inner person. When I look back now, maybe that was my first hint that I wasn't to young for my mother to love in that way also.
My mother was fairly tall. 5 feet, 9 inches if I remember correctly. Always slender with a fairly nice body. Shoulder length auburn hair. I only saw her naked once when I was about 10 years old. We were traveling, and had stopped at a Motel. I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with my sister. So I was sitting in a chair in the room between the two bedrooms. My mother walked out of the shower to go in to her bedroom. She was stark naked and I got to see her lovely hanging breasts for a few seconds. She was very embarrassed and ran into the bedroom. But I can still see that picture in my mind almost 60 years later.
After my divorce my mother spent a great deal of time helping out at my house. She was then 62 years old. She loved taking care of my children whenever it was helpful. And of course she liked helping me also. I did go on a few dates, but I found I would rather spend time with my mother and children. She was spending so much time at our house that she asked me if she should just move in with us. I readily agreed to that. My sisters and brother now lived fairly far away. So I was her only child that lived close to her. Moving in at my house just seemed like the natural thing for her to do. And she was semi-retired. Before she had any children she had been a math teacher and also had worked at a library. After my father died she mostly did home schooling for students that could not attend school for many different reasons.
Even at 62 years old now, she still had her same tall slim body. Her auburn hair now had a touch of gray in it. And a beautifully angelic smile. Over the years I had always noticed how well she looked. She dressed in a fairly conservative nature. I had never done anything that might even give her the idea I was looking at her in a sexual way. It was only after she moved in with us, that I ever saw a hint that she might see me in way other than just being her son.
Every other weekend my three children would spend time with their mother at her house a couple of hours away. This gave my mother and I a great deal of time to spend together alone. We both loved the outdoors and would go on hikes and bike rides together. Road trips and exploring historic areas. Clean the house together and sometimes just sit and chat. During one of our times relaxing I asked her if she had any plans other than helping out with my children and I. She said no, her new life here with us was fulfilling all her dreams. It made her feel young again. I did everything I could to make her feel comfortable and loved.
I now found all I could think about were the weekends I could spend alone with my mother. We seemed to be perfect companions. We were growing closer and closer as time went by. I knew that I loved her in more ways than just being my mother. And in my dreams I hoped eventually she would see me that way also.
One weekend in June we went backpacking and camping over our weekend. We loaded up the car and headed out late Friday afternoon. Arriving at the trailhead parking we unloaded our backpacks and hiked several miles in to a trail shelter which allowed tent camping also. I set the tent up as my mother unpacked what we would need to prepare our supper. After we cooked our meal over a small camp stove I turned to my mother and asked "Would you like to hike up to the top of the mountain where there is a place to watch the sunset?"
"She replied "yes, I would love that."
I put a flashlight and blanket in a smaller pack and we headed for the trail. When we arrived at the rocky viewpoint the sun was getting close to the tops of the western mountains. "This looks like a nice place to watch the sun go down Mom." As I placed the blanket on a flat area of the rock outcropping.
"That looks perfect." Mom replied.
We sat on the blanket side by side watching the sun slowly sink behind the distant mountains. Our bodies were slightly touching. "Would you like to lay here until it is dark and watch the stars mom?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful." She replied.
We lay on our backs now to stare up at the sky. Once it was dark the stars were wonderful to look at. I felt my moms hand touching mine so I grasped it and squeezed it slightly. She squeezed my hand back and we kept our hands together. Just a nice loving touch. But enough to give me a strong feeling of closeness to the woman I was growing to love in such a new way.
After laying there for quite awhile I heard a soft sound from my mother. She had drifted off to sleep. I moved my body to lay on my side so I could look at her in the moonlight. Her chest moved slightly as she was softly breathing. Her breasts rising and falling. I hesitantly moved my hand and ran my finger tips up her bare arm. Her skin so soft to my touch. Marveling at her beauty in the moonlight. Millions of stars twinkling overhead. It was a magical moment. Since she didn't seem disturbed I ventured further and now ran my fingers down the side of her face. Wondering how bold I could be I moved and just lightly kissed her cheek. As I did I felt her move a little so drew back. Finally I decided I'd better wake her and hike back to our tent before I got in trouble. I softly whispered in her ear. "Mom, it's time to wake up."
She jumped a little, at first startled. As she opened her eyes and saw my face close to hers she smiled. "Oh my sweetie, did I fall asleep?"
"Yes mom, you looked like an angel lying there."
I gave her a few moments to fully wake up. And then we folded up the blanket and started back the trail using the flashlight. "I'm so sorry I fell asleep. I really did love it up here."
