"Mom, I'm going out." His mother walked from the kitchen into the living room where he had been on the phone with some of his friends making plans for tonight.
There she is in all her glory he thought to himself. She began to speak to him but he paid no attention to her words only looked upon his mother's body with the lust a son shouldn't have for his mother.
Her tight miniskirt showed her perfectly rounded ass off nicely, her shirt barely keeping in her C cup breasts and stopping at midriff so the skin of her flat tummy showed completely. His mother didn't look as old as she was, didn't dress or act like it either.
She stood 5'6" tall, wore her brown hair long and straight, her green eyes were always wide open with curiosity and excitement. She was constantly bubbly, never sad or worried on the outside and the way she dressed was enough to turn any man or woman back around to watch her walk down the street. She would make sure that all of her womanly attributes were defined well in whatever she was in the mood to wear.
He couldn't take it anymore and got up and left, leaving his mom walking and talking after him. He shut the door on her and walked out to his car, maybe a night out with the guys would get his mind off of her.
At the club he sat back in one of the darkened booths and watched as his friends hit on every single woman who walked by them. Some would luck out getting to go and dance with one of the ladies. He sat back quietly observing, drinking beer as if it were water.
He was by no means unattractive, just not very sociable. He stood 5'10" tall, weighed around 205 lbs. and worked out every single day of the week to keep himself fit. He wore his thick brown hair a little long but always brushed back from his face. He had a rounded almost boyish face topped with crystal blue eyes, and an always-ready smile made women flock to him when he wanted to be noticed. But tonight all he wanted was to be lost in the crowd.
He still hadn't gotten his Mother off his mind and the drunker he got the more he thought about her. By the end of the night images of him fucking her wouldn't leave his head and he became more pissed off the more they haunted him.
After the club closed his friends invited him out to eat but he declined, he wanted to go home and pass out. He was surprised that he even made it into his driveway without killing himself or some unsuspecting person on the road.