Chapter 1
Sherry was busy with her Saturday housecleaning. It was summer and she was dressed in penny loafers, short shorts, and a loose t-shirt. She was comfortable as she negotiated the upstairs hallway and entered her son's bedroom.
Philip, or Phil as she called him, was her pride and joy, and understanding his role as the man of the house, he kept his room as tidy as he could to give his mom a break from picking up after him.
As she moved the cleaner across the rug, she bent down to pick up a sheet of paper peeking our from under the bed. She stopped in shock, and turned off the vacuum cleaner. Sitting on the bed she stared at the full size photo of herself. She couldn't believe it. She was standing provocatively with her hands behind her head, one knee demurely in front of the other, her long legs accentuated by high heels. Beyond that she was looking at a completely nude picture of herself, complete with erect nipples, and a very prominent mound accentuated by some abundant pubic hair, and distinctly red.
The caption simply said, "This year's Winner. TMFM."
While the picture was a very good likeness, and was very flattering, she was confused by the fact that she had never ever posed for anything like this, yet here it was. Jim, her husband loved to take sexy pictures of her, but she didn't recall this one, and she had all the pictures he had ever taken safely put away.
She studied the picture again. There were minor inconsistencies that she started to notice. She didn't have that much pubic hair, and her nipples were actually a little more prominent than the picture, but beyond that it was reasonably accurate.
Sherry prided herself on her appearance and worked out on a regular basis to keep herself in shape. As she looked at the picture she wondered what it meant by, this year's winner. What did TMFM mean? And she wondered how, or if, she was going to talk to Phil about it. She had never pried into his belongings, and didn't want him to know she found it, but she knew she couldn't let it drop.
She carefully put the picture back under the bed and finished her cleaning.
The housework done, she showered and changed into another pair of shorts and a blouse that flattered her figure.
Sherry was a woman who could make almost any garment look great. 40 years old, she still turned heads, and was aware that she was still very attractive to men. After the death of her husband in Iraq, she and Philip had made a good life for themselves. He had really been a rock after the death of his father, and while she thought she really knew him, her discovery made her realize that she didn't know him as well as she thought.
One of her first thoughts had been, "How many pictures like that are there around?" and "Who might have one?"
She was never going to find out if she didn't come up with a way to get Phil to tell her. It would require a great deal of tact, and she still hadn't come up with the answer to her dilemma. Sometimes the direct approach was the only way. She decided that was what she would do.
Phil was a recently graduated high school senior, and on Saturday could be found at Jenkins Lumber, where he had a summer part time job. While he had a few dates, there had never been a steady girl, as he took his part very seriously about helping and supporting his mom, and never finding anyone that he enjoyed being with more than his mother. They had become very close and were even best friends in many ways. For his part he thought she was more beautiful than any girl, or woman, he knew. For Sherry, he was the light of her life and she was dreading the fact that he would be off to the university in September. Easing their financial burden, Phil had earned a basketball scholarship which would completely cover his education. She had gone to all of his games and enjoyed his graceful way of moving around the court. He was a beautiful boy with a perfectly handsome body. An all star, all state point guard, at six three, he wasn't the tallest athlete on the team, but he was very athletic, very fast, and a deadly shooter. He had had several scholarship offers, but had chosen State so he could be closer to home.
After Jim's passing, Sherry had gone to the community college and got an associate degree in paralegal work, and she had no trouble finding a job. That had been five years ago, and while not getting rich, she managed to stay financially comfortable making a good home for Phil and herself. Phil had worked since he was a freshman and turned his paychecks over to Sherry, while in turn she made sure he had an allowance that kept him independent. He never asked for anything from her beyond that.
Chapter Two
As Phil drove home from the lumber yard, his thoughts, as usual were about his mom. He was looking forward to going off to college, but he knew he would miss her and their life together. Not only that, he was in love with her, far beyond a boy's love for his mother. He knew that her casual attitude about her dress around the house was innocent, but she had no idea how much she turned him on when she wandered around in various stages of undress. If only she wasn't so gorgeous. There were many nights when he fantasized about her as he masturbated in the quietness of his room. He had been looking for his birth certificate one day while Sherry was at work, and he knew she kept some family papers in her closet. He pulled down a heavy box and opened it up to find two quite large photo albums he had never seen before. Sitting on her bed he turned back the leather cover and discovered he was looking at some very provocative photos of his mother. She was obviously into it, smiling and enjoying herself. As he turned the pages he discovered that his mom and dad had quite a sex life. While there were no actual shots of them together, it was obvious to anyone that his mother loved posing for his dad, and as he turned the pages he saw how she and his dad had become very good at capturing her on film. She had a beautiful body. There were lots of frontal shots, cheesecake shots, and lots of nude poses. Pictures of her saucily parting her legs as she reclined on couches, rugs, her bed and even once on the kitchen island.
Terry spent an hour or more looking at the photos, and when he was putting them carefully back where he had found them, he knew he would never think about his mother quite the same again. He had seen a woman in those photos who had desires, a woman who had a great sex life, and a woman who knew how to please her husband as well as herself. Mostly he was struck by her beauty. Her lovely face was framed by lovely, long red hair that fell softly down her back and to her breasts, she had a perfectly proportioned body, with firm breasts, prominent erect nipples, a softly protruding mound, accentuated by a full vulva, with lovely labial lips guarding her vagina, and capped with an erect, shining clitoris revealing that she was very aroused by the photo sessions. Standing, her long shapely legs accented the round fullness of her bottom in many pictures that Jim had taken of his wife from behind.
Phil was shaken by his new knowledge. He quickly went to his own room and relieved his sudden desire for his mom.
Whenever he had the chance he would get those albums and look at them, and he never tired of looking at Sherry with new eyes. She wasn't his mother in those pictures, she was a very desirable, sexy woman whom he wanted to do all sorts of things to.
So he was tortured by the daily closeness to his mother, who could be seen, but never touched. He knew every picture in the two albums, and had even scanned his favorites, which gave him motivation to risk doing more. Sometimes he would hug her and hold her close a little longer than he should have, but she never seemed to give it a second thought, even when his hand would brush her bottom, or 'accidentally' touch her breast. Now in a few weeks he would be off to school, and another life, and he really wasn't ready for it.
"Hi Mom, I'm home."
Phil cheerfully called as he came in the house. Hearing no response, he wandered around until he saw her in the back yard. She was bending over clipping a rose bush. Her shorts were riding up her bottom showing the panties beneath, and her shorts were digging into her crotch emphasizing the separation of her labia. Much of her bottom was exposed to his hungry eyes. She stood and became aware of him as she turned to face him.
Smiling she said, "Oh, I didn't hear you come in darling, let me get you a glass of lemonade."
Phil plopped down into a chaise and waited for his mom to come back out on the porch. Handing him a glass she sat down opposite him and pulled her knees up as she sipped her drink. He tried to keep his eyes off the sight of her shorts tight between her legs displaying her crotch and making that lovely oval between her thighs. He could see the edge of her panties as her shorts were too brief to fully cover her, he even thought he saw a shadow of pubic hair, at the edge of her panty leg, but managed to tear his eyes away and look at her face. He was erect and tried to hide it by putting his ankle on his opposite leg.
"You OK Phil?" she asked. "You were somewhere else for a minute weren't you?"
"Oh I was just thinking about work, and glad it's Saturday."
"There is something I desperately need to talk to you about darling, and it isn't easy for me to bring this up."
