This is going to be a long running story not someone and done so if you enjoy a longer story and in-depth character change, as opposed to just a quick short story then this is for you.
This story will span out over many chapters, not all will be filled with gratuitous sex, some are just for character building and to advance the plot. So if you're looking for nothing but a quick read to get off this may not be for you.
More characters will be introduced as the story progresses and as with the names of the mom and son in this story their names will be changed. The moms name is Kathy, and the sons name is Garrett.
It was winter in our small town, we lived near the coast so that meant that the air was crisp and clean. The lake that our house was built on was frozen over now, and the snowy pine trees were weighted down by all the snow and ice.
My mother and I lived in the house just the two of us, my father left a long time ago and hasn't returned since. My mom never quite moved on she's had some small relationships here and there, but nothing serious, I was much the same only having a few girlfriends in high school, and only a couple dates after graduating. My mom and I preferred the company of one another as opposed to that of others.
I worked in the gas station along the local highway, it was decent work and the pay was good, no one really passed through though except the occasional traveler or family headed north for a vacation. My mom worked at the clinic in town as a nurse, she loved her job, she had a thing for caring for others. Most people would say that we had a unique relationship and I might agree if I was someone else. At the age of twenty-two I still lived with her in the house I grew up in. I had no intentions of leaving the town, nor moving out of the house in any hurry, and my mom was content to have me, she said that she wishes I'd never leave. She was a good person to live with on top of all that, she gave me my privacy and was always there when I needed her.
My mom was a wonderful woman, she could have left me just like my father but instead she decided to raise me and give up the young life she could have had. She gave birth to me when she was eighteen, and she gave up going out and begin wild like her friends, instead she settled into her little home on the lake and raised me by herself while living off a nurses wages. She certainly had to fight back a lot of men in her time, she is one of the more attractive women in the town. Now at the age of forty she still had the look of only being in her twenties, shes about average height, and has long silky chestnut colored hair. Her breasts are 34DD and she has a waist size of 24, I only know her measurements because I've bought her clothes before.
It was snowing heavily so the roads were mostly shutdown and most of the places in town were either closed or had only one or two people working so luckily mom and I had no work for the next few days depending on the weather. The beauty of living in a small town is how cheap everything is, our house was amazing and very affordable, it was huge so we weren't going to feel cooped up if we were stuck here for a few days. Mom had her painting that she liked to do, and she had an entire room for it. I had plenty of reading to do if I got bored and all of the movies I could want, don't worry we have internet too were not that backwoods.
Mom started off the day by sitting in the sun room that was her studio, painting and listening to music. I spent most of the morning out chopping firewood for the fireplace, or relaxing in the living room. Mom and I were very comfortable around one another, a possible side affect of being each others only constants for the majority of our lives. She would often walk around the house in her silk robes, or in a tank-top and shorts during the summer. she also like wearing only her scrubs when she got off work. Being around a mature woman for my entire life I naturally became mature as well at a very young age, and became okay with seeing her nipping through a robe or her scrubs. She was also in the same sense okay with seeing me shirtless or wearing only boxers. This was seen by some as a weird but to me it was a perfect way to coexist. This was the way that most of our free days went but this particular spree of days was very different, our relationship would start taking drastically different changes.
I had always had a slight attraction to my mom, it makes sense though she's the only woman that has had a real impact on my life. She taught me the birds and the bees, she explained how to kiss and helped me to be prepared for all my dates, not to mention she was always there for me whenever I needed her. She was also a very attractive woman to have always around me and often less dressed than you'd expect her to be. I never dared to tell her for fear of ruining what we had, or her feeling like she needed to act different around me. I also never told any of my friends for fear of them giving me flack about it or disowning me for my taboo thoughts. My thoughts were never dirty in nature, I just had an attraction to her, a feeling of love and tenderness, not of wanting to take her or to try and rape or harm her in anyway.
Later on in the day she walked out into the kitchen, her robe was very loosely tied together. She was bent over at the fridge and showing a full view of her unclothed crotch. I tried not to look but the way that our house was set up and where I was sitting in the living room there was a direct line of sight through out the living room, kitchen, dining room, and the storage room. My eyes couldn't look away I tried to gather my senses, to be respectful and not stare but an innate feeling kept my eyes transfixed. She stood up causing her robe to cover back over her crotch, I looked away quickly. She opened up a drink and came to sit in the living room. She sat at the opposite end of the couch from me, and her breasts jiggled slightly as she rested back.
"How are you darling?" she asked
"I'm alright, and you?" I responded
"Splendid, my paintings are coming along great," she said
"That's good to hear," I stated
I glanced over at her out of the corner of my eye, she was stunning, the way the light coming through the window crested and shimmered on her beautiful skin was breathtaking, she was like an angel sent down from above. I wasn't normally this careless with my affections, I was good at keeping my head on straight and focusing on something else rather than being the guy that stares. Maybe after being in the house for the past few days, and possibly more to come was giving me a little bit of cabin fever.
"Well I'd better get back to it," she said as she got up off the couch and took a sip from her drink.
"Alright, have fun," I said while trying to look enthralled in the television.
"By the way, you've got something right there," she said with a smirk while pointing down at my crotch. I raised my hands and looked down to see a semi hard erection pressing against my boxers. By the time I looked up to acknowledge her she was closing the door to her studio. I was truly embarrassed, she seemed very calm with it though maybe she didn't know it was likely due to her display in the kitchen. I had never really been in her studio much, she always closed the door to it and asked that she be left to work unless it was an emergency. Maybe I should tell her, she surely would want me to be honest with her. I got up off the couch and walked over to her studio and as I opened the door I saw a sight that stopped me dead in my tracks. My mother in all her beauty was standing before her easel, but not in the way I had expected, she was fully nude and her robe was rested over stool nearby, for a mere moment she didn't notice me and I saw her from the side, her ass in full view one finely sculpted hip slightly lower than the other and her arms crossed as she examined her painting, her breasts were turned away from me but I got a side view of them and they were astonishing. She quickly turned to me at the door, but she didn't cover up instead she looked at me dead on showing her light bush, her full breasts, and her nipples. I tried my hardest to speak, but I couldn't formulate a coherent sentence, never before had I been this stumped.
"Can I help you dear?" she asked politely
"I... uh, um I just... was wanting to explain that... that thing out there," I answered pointing to the living room.
"You don't have to explain," she said as she sat down her brush and sat on her stool. She threw one leg up over the other to cover up her crotch slightly.
"I know... but it's... just, embarrassing," I said trying to divert my eyes away form her private areas. I really wanted to look, but I felt disrespectful every time they came into view.
"It's okay dear, are you alright? You seem like you're frightened by me,"
"I... well...you're naked,"