I watched as my mother scrubbed the kitchen sink, her blonde hair falling over her face like a cascading waterfall. She was wearing the thin cotton robe that she always had on in the house; after my father's death a few years ago, she did not take much trouble with her appearance. She sensed my eyes on her.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, Mom," I said and left the room, only too aware of the beginnings of an erection. I couldn't help myself. Having just turned 18, my hormones were raging and of all the women I had met, my mother was still the most attractive to me. I had walked into her having a shower a week or so ago, and although I hastily left after a mumbled apology, the memory of her large slightly pendulous breasts, her thick smooth thighs, the slightest hint of a belly, and the promise of her wet cunt left me aroused and confused. I hadn't really seen her as a sexual object until then, but having seen her in this light once, it seemed I could never see her as an asexual person again.
Later that evening I finished a game of basketball and came back home sweating and tired.
"Mom!" I shouted.
"In here, honey," she said from the kitchen. She seemed to spend all her time there even though I knew she had a lot of interested men calling her often to ask her out. To all of them she would politely refuse, giving them the excuse of having too much to do around the house.
She was drying her hands when I came in, and to my surprise she was wearing a dress.
"Hi, Aunt Jeannie called. Sam and she are coming over to spend the weekend, on their way to Florida," she said. " This is the only nice dress I have. It's last year's and I've put on some weight since then, since your father died." Her eyes misted over as she became a little teary.
"Mom you look wonderful, " I said and gave her a hug. We held the embrace for a few seconds and suddenly I had a hard-on. She might have sensed that because she pushed me away and said, " Well, we have a lot of work to do before they get here, " and with that she left the kitchen. I watched her walk out of the room. Her buttocks were full against the tight fabric of the dress, and because she had put on a few pounds since she bought it and her breasts were large, stretching the thin fabric in front.
That night, after Aunt Jeannie and cousin Sam had gone to bed, tired after their long drive, I helped her dry the dishes. I yawned as I handed her a plate.
"Why don't you go and sleep, I'll finish up here," she said touching my cheek lightly. I a am a few inches taller than her and I could see the shadow of her breasts, her cleavage seemed inviting and soft in the soft light.
"Yeah Mom, but I can't sleep until you finish up because the noise will keep me awake, " I said pointing at the couch in the living room.
"Don't be silly, just because Aunt Jeannie and Sam are using your room doesn't mean you have to sleep on the couch, we can sleep on my bed, " She said.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. To sleep next to her when even the sight of her breasts or ass drove me crazy was something incredible.
