I had just got done moving into my new apartment and unpacking all of my things when my cell phone rang. It was my mother on the other end. She just wanted to know how I was doing and if I had every thing moved into my new apartment. She humored at the fact that I had two bedrooms but no bed. All I had was a futon in the living room to sleep on. She offered to come up this weekend and buy me a bed since my father was going to be out of town for a business meeting. Then I remembered I had already made plans to go out Saturday night. So I asked her if she wouldn't mind going out Saturday with myself and some of my friends. She kinda chuckled, "well if you're going to let your old mother have fun with your friends, I better bring my party clothes."
I woke up to the doorbell ringing. I looked over at the clock; it was 6:30 a.m. Completely groggy, I thought who the hell could that be so early in the morning. It was Saturday, but I didn't think my mother would arrive so early. So I hurried up and threw some pants on and went to the door. I opened the door and there was my mother.
"What took you so long Matt," she said. I thought she was going to start in on me, just like every time I came home late in high school. But, then a smile broke on her face, "guess you had a long night.
I was relieved, and told her I worked fairly late and then had a few drinks with the guys, so I didn't get that much sleep.
As she walked in I noticed she looked a little different.
She noticed me looking at her, and said, "do you like the new hair," with a smile and a slight twirl. At least you noticed, your father didn't even notice.
She was a brunette who usually wore her hair up, but it was down now and flowing over her shoulders and down the top of her back. It wasn't just the hair. She had a coconut tan and her body looked like she had been working out a lot. She always had a nice tan and worked out, but nothing like this. Good thing she had long jeans and a non-revealing shirt on, or my morning wood would have came back when she hugged me.
Just a little bit about my mother, Monica. She got married and had me when she was 19. My mother and father were high school sweethearts, and my father was the only man she had ever been with. At 38 she still had a great body, but you would never think it because she always dressed conservatively. The only time she kinda showed her body off was sunbathing at our swimming pool. Even though she only wore a one-piece suit, it still showed her curves. The best I could guess, she was about 5'7", 120 pounds (all in the right areas), and had 34d's. I often caught myself at her by the pool, but always blocked it out of my mind, she was my mother.
I grew up that proverbial small town, white picket fence life. So when I went off to college it was a little bit of a culture shock. I was now in the second year of college studying to become an architect. I went to school full time and worked full time at a restaurant as a cook. I had just moved into my first apartment. Money was tight, Especially since Curt, my friend that I worked with, had reneged on sharing the apartment with me. So I was having to pay it all by myself.
I gave my mother a quick tour of the apartment, then she smacked me on the butt and said, "you better get cleaned up so we can get your bed and do a little shopping." So I went to take a shower and get ready while my mother did a little cleaning in the kitchen for me.
We got into my truck and drove up the road to a furniture store. I quickly found a bed that would do,
but my mom said, "let's test out how sturdy it's built architect boy. She proceeded to hop on the bed and a couple other beds like a teenage girl. Then she found one she felt was the best. We got the bed and an end table, and took it back to the apartment and set it up.
It was 11a.m. Mom said, "good, that didn't take to long, let's go get some lunch, then go to the mall."
We had a quick lunch in the mall court and then split up to do some shopping. She gave me 400 dollars to get some electronics and said she would meet me back at the center of the mall around 5p.m. So I went around and found a good tv and stereo system right of the bat. So I had some time to kill and just walked around the mall. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone that looked like my mother walking into the Victoria's Secret. It was probably just my imagination, so I didn't give it a second thought.
At 5:20 my mother comes walking up to the center of the mall with a few bags in her hands and a smile, like every other woman that just got done shopping. I looked down at the bags, one from Abercrombie, and one from Sears. "So I guess you got me some clothing."
"No, I got you some bed sheets, and got myself some clothing for tonight." "I've got to fit in," she laughed, holding up the Abercrombie bag.
As she held up the bag, I also saw a small pink bag from Victoria's Secret. But I figured that was for dad. I picked up my tv and stereo and we drove up the road to have dinner.
Once we got back to the apartment we unloaded every thing. I got cleaned up for the evening so my mother could have the bathroom while I set up the tv and stereo. We were to meet some of my friends at a sports bar at 9:00. It seemed like my mom was in the bathroom forever. I went back into the bedroom to admire my new bed and saw the bags my mom had got at the mall. I took the bed sheets out of the Sears bag and put them on my bed. Then I looked over and saw the other bags. Out of curiosity I went over to see what was in the bags. I leaned over and peered into both bags, they where both empty. I was a bit surprised that the Victoria's Secret bag was empty, but I saw a receipt in the bottom. I pulled it out, looked at it, and it said the following: "blue dusk chantilly lace thong" and "blue dusk chantilly lace uplift bra."
9:00 rolled around and mom was still in the bathroom. I yelled back, "mom, are you just about ready."
She answered back in a quiet nervous voice, "just about."
Finally, I heard the bathroom door creak, and out came my mother. I couldn't believe my eyes, my jaw just dropped. My mother was drop dead gorgeous. I had never seen her dressed like this. A full grown hotie, in very revealing clothing. I looked her up from bottom to top. Light blue high heels up to here beautifully shaped calves, to her tan muscular thighs, her shapely yet firm butt covered by a textured white mini skirt, her tight tummy showing just slightly under a baby blue silk camisole that plunged just enough to show her ample cleavage. I finally got up to her face which had an ornery grin on her full glistening lips and deep brown eyes that were just piercing through me. I was speechless!
"So, how do I look?" as she twirled around.
All I could muster was you look go....goo....gooood! But she looked better than good, she was damn hot! Every warm-blodded male at the bar would be willing to give an arm just for a little sniff of her honey pot.
As we drove to the bar my cell phone rang, It was Curt wondering where the heck I was at. I told him I'll be there in 10 minutes, and I've got my mo......
My mom stopped me, "just tell him I'm your friend Monica, it will be less uncomfortable that way."
