I am a mature young man, Tom aged 18 yrs. I live with my mom alone together in our farm house which is few miles away from city. I can't forget that day when dad shows us the door of our home. From that day we live in our farm house.
Mom is a hard worker and provides well for us. She works in a private firm. At 36 she still looked amazing tall for a female at 5'8" with medium-length brown hair. Her cup size is 36D. Overall my mom is smoking hot.
I woke up one spring morning, with the sun shining into my room. It was early still, which was good, because it really meant that winter was on its way out. It was getting warmer. Most of the snow was gone as I looked out the window while dressing. Then I ambled downstairs to the kitchen.
I moved up behind mom at the stove and leaned down and bussed her neck. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Mom said.
"Very Good morning, mother."
"Want some coffee, babe?"
"That sounds wonderful." I told her.
"What are your plans today, Christopher?" she asked.
"Well, nothing special mom but some routine work in farm" I replied.
She served me my breakfast and asked, "Do you want some help? I am wide open this week".
"That would be great mom, it'll do you some good to get out and you know how much I love spending time with my favorite lady."
"I love you so much, Honey. You are the best son that a mother could have." She said fiercely.
After finishing our work in farm, we ate our lunches and lay back on a blanket enjoying the mild spring day sunshine.
Mom looked over at me, "Dear, are you lonely out here?"
"What do you mean, Mom? I am not alone, I'm with you."
"No, honey, what I mean is don't you miss having a girlfriend around. I mean you've been stuck out here on the 'back-forty' with me for nearly six months now." She replied.
"Nah, it was never like that, mom".
"Mother, are you lonely?" I asked her.
She shyly looked down at the ground, "Sometimes I miss the male 'companionship' if you know what I mean."
She looked over at me and smiled, and reached her hand over and caressed my unshaven cheek and asked me to shave at list once in a week.
She leaned over closer to me and then slowly brought her sweet lips to mine and lightly kissed me on the mouth, and then we rode back to the house, quiet in our own thoughts, but enjoying the closeness of being together.
As soon as we reached home mom shot back. "My feet are sore and tired after all day in the saddle with boots on."
So I lift her in my arms and we lead to her bedroom. I spent fifteen minutes rubbing her feet and then moved up each leg to her calves. She groaned and sank deeper into the bed.
My eyes moved from long legs to my mother's face. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire as she looked at my face.
"Come here, darling, come here, my darling." She said huskily.