Ronald was twenty seven, he was packing up his things to move out. He'd lived with his mother for so long and he'd finally been able to afford to move. Not that he hadn't enjoyed living at home. His mother was a sweet thing, she cooked and cleaned plus worked a full time job to raise him. He'd been here too long and was ready to move on.
Clearing out his closet had been a long day yesterday, so today he was focusing on packing up his dresser and the stuff around his room. Opening a middle drawer, he pulled out most of the things. When he reached in to grab the rest, he saw a small pink silk thong. Picking it up, he felt the smooth material between his fingers. He pressed it against his nose and breathed in, her scent still clung to the fabric.
After all the years he'd known her, after all the things she'd done for him, what she taught him was the best memory. He'd spent every Friday through Sunday in her bed. Wrapped in the sheets, naked next to her. She was older, but so much more mature and knowledgeable than he had been. He cherished those moments, he even fantasized about them.
Taking a break, he sat back on his bed. He pulled his sweats down revealing his hard cock. It had grown as the sight of that thong. He wrapped the cool silk around his hard member. Stroking up and down, feeling her against him. His mind spun out of control and as he remembered their first time. The night his own mother had taken his virginity.
It had been Friday evening, he'd turned eighteen two weeks before. Her work schedule had been crazy and they hadn't celebrated. He arrived home from football practice around seven. She was waiting, wearing a cotton sundress and sandals. Her hair was curled and bounced around her shoulders. He'd thought to himself that she looked like a college student, not the mother of an almost college student.
He'd been sweaty, but she'd bounded over and hugged him. "Ronnie baby, We're going out to celebrate your birthday. My little boy is finally a great big man!"
Her breath had smelled of wine and she was giggly. He knew it meant she had been drinking. He hurried to shower and change before leaving.
They went to a restaurant about an hour away so he could get the famous ribs he loved so much. During dinner, his mother had drunk an entire bottle of wine and could barely walk as they left. She stumbled and gripped his arm. He drove them home, but she wanted to stop to walk on the beach about half way home. He'd protested, but she'd insisted that if he wanted his birthday gift, he'd oblige.
The parking lot was deserted when they'd pulled in. His mother had gotten out of the car first, kicking off her sandals and pulling her dress off. She wore a tiny string bikini that barely covered anything. His mouth dropped open, she was almost naked in front of him. She'd never been like that before.
As she walked toward the beach, she called to him, "Come on Ronnie baby! I want to give you your birthday present!!"
He followed her to a spot down the beach to a secluded area where someone had left a bonfire burning. His mom tossed on a few more pieces of wood, causing the fire to grow. He sat near it, not sure how she was warm when she was wearing nothing.
