I got home from work, exhausted as usual. I had graduated from high school a month earlier and found a job at a lumberyard not far from home. The work was very physical but I was getting very toned.
My mom greeted me at the door and asked, "How was your day?"
"It was fine" I answered "but my muscles are aching like you wouldn't believe."
"I'll get you a beer and you can relax while I finish dinner." she said.
"Oh that would be great mom, how was your day?"
"On my feet all day, my legs and feet are so sore but I have to keep working." she replied.
I feel sorry for my mom, she had me when she was eighteen and has no idea who my dad was. She was a pudgy girl as a teen and thought that if she made out with all the boys she would be popular.
When she got pregnant she found that she was not popular at all and all her friends deserted her.
Her parents were not well off but they came up with enough money to buy a single wide in a rundown trailer park on the rough side of town. That is where I grew up and that is where we still live.
After I was born mom got a job at a fast food restaurant. She lived on junk food and her weight kept increasing; now she was 5' 2" and about 240 pounds. With that said she is my mom and I think she is the most beautiful women in the world and I have always fantasized about fucking her.
We had dinner of pasta and sauce, mom opened a bottle of red wine and we both enjoyed our meal. After we had cleaned up the dishes I went to change into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, mom went to her room and put on a sleeveless house dress.
We sat on the couch together to watch TV and have another beer and a couple of shots of rye.
She asked me, "Are you still sore, if you are I can massage your shoulders."
"That would be wonderful." I said.
"Then take off your shirt and I will rub you down." she answered.
Her fingers were like magic, the pain started to subsideand I really started to relax.
"How's that?" she asked.