For the first couple of months after Dad left, Mom was a mess. She was always crying or depressed. I did my best to comfort her, without trying to make any moves. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation just yet. If I moved too quickly, it could blow up in my face. The next part of my plan was subtle. I slowly started to take over the "Husband" role. That is, fix things around the house, dealing with insurance issues, organize and take care of bills, ect. Mom let me help because she didn't wanna deal with all that. And I was more than happy to do it.
Initially, I was hoping Mom would turn to me for her shoulder to cry on, but she spent a lot of time with her sister. But then Aunt Maggie had to leave town to help her own son who was in a serious car accident in Houston. That's when Mom started coming to me to find comfort. She would ask me if any of this was her fault. I would tell her, "No one forced him to make that decision. He brought this onto himself." I guess for a while she was trying to convince herself that she drove him into someone else's arms.
One day I grabbed her and said, "You did everything for him. You sacrificed so much of your own life to make him happy. You gave up your youth to marry him. You gave up going to college to start a family with him. You have NOTHING to apologize for. At this point I started to tear up, "And it KILLS me to see you like this. Because I know what a good woman you are. You don't deserve to be miserable."
December arrived, but around here that doesn't mean a cold winter. Here in Texas, it's always hot, and things got hotter than ever. After a few more heart to hearts, she started to feel better about herself. She started smiling more and wasn't crying anymore. I decided to do something to boost her self esteem (and something that would really turn me on also). As a Christmas gift, I took her to her favorite department store and told her to buy clothes that make her feel good about herself. Of course, I what I really meant was clothes that make her look sexy as hell. Naturally, I asked her to try them on for me so I could see what she looked like in them.
The first thing she tried on was a Kimono short sleeve top with hip huggers. She looked sooooo sexy in that. I told her I loved the jeans but the top was a little baggy on her. She should be proud of her body. The next top she tried on was a Gauze Top with spaghetti straps with the jeans. My jaw fell to the floor, but I had to keep it together. Her breasts filled the top beautifully and her ass was sooo tight in those jeans. I told her she looked really great (in my head I wanted to rip them right off her body right then and there). That lit up her face. She was so happy. As she turned back to the dressing room to try on something else, the hanger she was holding dropped. When she bent town to pick it up, I got a perfect view of her whale tail. I got an instant boner. In my head I told myself she did that on purpose to tease me.
She took her time trying on the next thing. Good thing, cause I was trying to loose my hard on. Turns out the reason she was taking longer is cause she was trying on some bras and panties. But of course, I didn't get to see them. But when she did come out again, she was wearing a dress. It was a black Ruched Low cut dress. I damn near lost it. She was absolutely stunning. Her breasts was compressed together to give a beautiful view of her cleavage. I told she may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen; and I wasn't lying. She kinda rolled her eyes and laughed it off.
At that point I told her I was gonna be in the Men's Department looking for jeans. I made a bee line for the men's room, headed right into a stall and started jerking off. I closed my eyes and pictured her body in that tight dress. Within seconds I was spewing all over the place. Before I realized it, in the stall next to me was a gay guy waiting for a cock to suck. I kinda laughed and said, "Sorry man, all done."
Buying those clothes for her was a great investment cause that night she treated me to dinner where she proudly showed off her new duds. We went to a great restaurant and she dressed the part. I also dressed up to the occasion. I wanted to look great for her. During dinner we talked about the future for her. I told her she needed to move on and build a new life for herself and that I'd always be there to support her. For the first time since Dad left, I could see she was ready to move on. She had a light in her eyes that I had never really seen before. It really warmed my heart to see her so happy now. My feelings for my mother were far beyond lust. I had fallen in love with her.
After dinner, we strolled down the Riverwalk. As we walked along, I took her hand in mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and talked about how beautiful the Riverwalk looked (those who've been there at Christmas time know what I mean). Along the way, we spotted a Jazz club (she loves Jazz), so we decided to go in. We had a great time. She was really into the music and after a few drinks we started dancing.
As I held her closely in my arms, I could feel her warm breasts pressed against my chest. As we danced, the music along with the booze were intoxicating. I whispered to her how great she looked tonight. She kinda purred and said, "I feel better than I have in years." Then she looked at me and said, "And I have you to thank for that."
I smiled and my heart melted for her as I told her how much I loved her. We kinda locked eyes for a second then she rested her head against my shoulder. I moved my hands up to caress her back and press her closer. As our cheeks rubbed together, we both were caught up in the moment. I kissed her softly on her cheek. And she returned the favor. I kissed her again, but closer to her lips. She moved her head back and started to kiss my cheek but moved to my lips. Without even looking at each other we had the most passionate kiss ever. She slid her tongue in my mouth as I did the same. She pressed me closer to herself as I slid my hands up to her head.
