I had spent most of my adult life living out on my own. At 39 years old, and never married, I had an exceptionally good job that afforded me with about anything I wanted. I had a nice house, a good dependable truck, to get me around, an old hot rod, that my late father helped me to build, and a small off-road camper, to hit those secluded camping areas in the mountains. Yes, I was really enjoying life without anything or anyone to tie me down.
That was until my parent's house burned down, and my father dying because of it. He and mom only had an old, outdated insurance policy that barely covered enough for his funeral and to have what was left of the house razed and the property cleaned off. So, being their only child, it was my duty to provide for my mother and have her come live with me.
The house that I lived in, provided more than enough room for mom and me, with four bedrooms, three of which had its own attached bathroom and the fourth bedroom had been turned into my home office, where I worked out of, most of the time.
Now at 58, mom had always kept herself in great shape, being an avid walker and regular yoga class attendee, so she really had no health issues other than the emotional pitfall she went through after losing my dad, but she managed to recover quickly, thanks in most part to her best friend, Miriam. Miriam. who was just a year younger than mom, was also a widow, losing her husband in a car accident, about a year before she met mom.
The two of them had met at yoga class and now, were inseparable as they did everything together, from shopping, their aforementioned yoga classes, dinners, and now taking tennis lessons at the local country club.
I had grown to really appreciate Miriam being around a good bit. She really made my mom happy and, something that I had not thought of until recently, was an incredibly attractive woman for her age. Her dark wavy shoulder length hair, streaked with silver, framed her smooth skinned face, that just had a few wrinkles here and there.
I wondered if she had had plastic surgery, but mom said that she had not, or at least Miriam had never mentioned it. I had seen her in a two-piece bathing suit on several occasions, recently, as her and mom liked to use my hot tub out on the back patio.
Miriam was tall and thin, around 5'8", smallish breasts that still had some firmness to them, clearly evident in the halter type dresses that she had a fondness for wearing in the summer months. She and her late husband never had children, so her tummy remained as flat as ever, with some nice muscle tone to it, but her most pleasing feature, to me, was her sexy long legs.
I had complimented her on several occasions, about how attractive she was, in the most respectful way possible, so not to make her think I was perving on her or anything like that, well as I said, until recently. Now the thought of seeing her naked, was really beginning to creep in and fill those naughty places in my head.
Miriam would smile and say stuff like, "Oh, you are just the sweetest man, Stephen. Be careful now, a lonely old woman my age could easily fall for your charming ways." Then she would giggle and tell mom how I was being a flirt. I wondered if she felt that way or was just being nice.
Now, I had been with many women in my life, coming close to getting serious with a few of them, only to be let down in some manner, whether it was them cheating on me or just wanting to rush things along too quickly. I had come to the realization, that I was going to be a bachelor for the rest of my life.
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It was near the end of July, and Miriam had been out of town for about a week, for the funeral service of one of her cousins. Mom asked me if I would make some tenderloin on the grill for a little welcome back dinner, on Friday, in honor of Miriam's return, and of course I said yes.
Friday came and mom came out, dressed in a tennis polo and matching shorts, into the kitchen, where I was drinking a cup of coffee and checking morning emails. She smiled her usual morning joyfulness, went over, and poured herself a cup of coffee in her carry out thermos and said, "Good morning, Stephen. Miriam will be here shortly to pick me up for tennis lessons. You don't mind that she comes back here to shower and spend the day, do you?"
I looked at her and shook my head, saying, "Why on earth would I mind her showering here? She is practically family now and I honestly don't know why she still knocks on the door? Besides, it will give me chance to see her in her sexy tennis outfit."
Mom's mouth opened in mocked shock, then said with a grin, "Now you just better behave yourself, or you might give that poor woman a heart condition."
Then I said under my breath, but loud enough that she heard it, "I'd like to give her something alright."
"Stephen! Stop being bad," she laughed, playfully smacked me on the shoulder then added, "I never knew you were the type to swoon over older women."
"Mom, you and Miriam are NOT old. I may have thought like that when I was a teenager, but not now. Women my age are not my type anymore. They are either married with a ton of kids, or divorced, looking like they belong in a barnyard."
"Oh my gosh, Stephen, I didn't think you were shallow person."
"I'm not being shallow, besides have you seen a lot of the women my age around here? Tell me I'm wrong, because you know I have never fussed about any of my girlfriends having some extra padding on them, but come on, so many of the single or divorced women are morbidly obese. I'm not into having to separate layers of fat, just to find her naughty bits."
Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head, looked at her phone, then said with a laugh, "Okay, I can see this conversation is going south. All right, sweetie, Miriam's here, so I'll see you later."
Mom leaned down to where I was sitting and gave me a kiss on the cheek and finished, "Cougar chaser."
I about spit out the coffee I had just drank in shock at where she could have heard that, and said after her, "Mom! Now who's being bad?"
She let out a giggle and headed out the side door.
No, not a cougar chaser, but hot for Miriam.
About three hours later, mom and Miriam came in the door, just as I was dozing off in the lazy boy after a two-hour conference call. I looked at them with sleepy eyes, as they came in chattering like two hens.
Mom said as soon as she walked in the door, "I am hitting the shower. Miriam, you can use the bathroom in the spare bedroom if you like and there are towels in the hallway linen closet."
Miriam smiled and nodded, waving mom off to her room, then as mom disappeared behind her door, Miriam said with a smile, "Hi Stephen, sorry for waking you up. Your mom and I had fun today, however, it did get rather warm after a couple of hours, so I am going to go shower now, too."
