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It was Sunday night and it was my usual night off. I had plans to spend the evening with Gina, my on again and off again girlfriend. She had phoned and called it off and I wasn't sure if she had called off the evening or our whole relationship. Over the past several months we had tried talking things over but it never quite seemed to fix things between us. It appeared we were in the final chapter of a dying relationship. Or had it actually ended? I pondered on that as I hung up the phone. It did not matter.
At the age of twenty-five things were going pretty well for me. I had a rough go at it for while though. My dad died in a plane crash when I was only fourteen. Mom and I were emotionally devastated. I became quite rebellious. Mom wisely invested the money from the insurance settlement. Fortunately, she had been able to achieve some security and she actually put a decent chunk of the settlement away for me. So when I got out of the army, two years ago, I was able to make a good down payment on a nice small house. Mom lived a few blocks away. The army really settled me down. I now worked two jobs that I loved. I owned a small landscaping business and played bass for a really hot local band. My life was full and I was also thankful for the good friends and family I had.
Sure I felt bad about Gina. That night something in me had snapped. It was like I was tired of the disappointments. Sure I was going to miss Gina. She was hot and she was older than me, which made it more exciting. She was thirty- four, interestingly a mere nine years younger than mom and nine years older than me. I knew however, it was time to move on.
I had always been attracted to older women. As I got older and more independent, I got bolder and more unabashed with my preferences for older women. In fact a couple of weeks ago my mom kidded me that if my current tendency continued she'd have to start setting me up with some of her own friends. I came back at her and named a couple of her friends who I thought were particularly hot. Mom looked really hurt but I assumed she was kidding. I told her that too bad she a steady boyfriend or else I might be interested. I was only half kidding. Mom chuckled and told me to watch my self as she flicked me with a dishtowel.
Mom was a hottie. She was in excellent shape and had beautiful features. She was medium height and had straight auburn hair. Her body was that prefect balance of firm and curvy. And yes along with my love for women who are older than me I have had some fantasies about my mom. They were however just that, fantasies. I had a great relationship with mom. She had stuck with me and extended her support as I melted down with rage and delinquency after dad died. For about eighteen months I was a feral child until I spent about four months in juvenile hall for fighting in school, I had injured my opponent. I had been on probation until I joined the army. Now I tried to be as supportive and loving as I can to her.
It's funny how things sometimes happened. I had just gotten off the phone with Gina. I had not even contemplated what to do with the dinner for two that I was preparing. Instead I and ran through a quick inventory of the good, the bad and the ugly in my life. I found no ugly and concluded things were mostly good when the doorbell rang. Mom stood there choking back the tears and looked like she was struggling with some bad and perhaps even some ugly.
"Sorry I came by unannounced. I ...I just needed someone to talk to. If it's not a good time I can come back later." She was visibly upset.
"Mom please, come in. It's always a good time for you. What happened?" I hadn't seen her so upset since she had agonized over my adolescent shenanigans.
She walked into my home and no sooner had the door closed behind her she burst out into tears. Instinctively, I hugged her pulling her close to me wrapping my arms around her. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
"I'm so embarrassed and ashamed," She cried desperately trying to regain her composure, "I just called it off with Bill."
Bill was mom's boyfriend. Usually he was a nice enough guy to her but I had found him to be somewhat pompous and full of him self.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't realize that he meant so much to you." I really didn't. I had always figured their relationship was a bit more casual than serious, "What did he do?"
"Oh Jack...It's not like our relationship was that serious. It's just that he said some really mean things to me." I was still hugging her and she looked up at with her tear filled blue eyes.
"That asshole!" I was pissed, "What did he say?"
"Jack please calm down first and I'll tell you what happened."
"Ok I'll be calm if that will help you."
"Alright, he told me that he didn't find me attractive any longer. That I was getting fat and my ass was too big. I work out regularly and watch what I eat. Why...why did he say these things." She buried her face in my chest again and sobbed. Peering over her shoulder I automatically looked down at my mom's backside. There was nothing big about her shapely round bottom. Her jeans were tight and she looked quite attractive.
"Mom there's nothing wrong about the way you look. And Bill really has no room to talk with his big gut and folds. I think that was just a lame excuse. That spineless idiot was just looking for an out. Trust me you look great."
"I know you're right Jack. I usually am confident about my looks. But I guess it just hit me hard and shook my self esteem."
Slowly she was feeling better. Her tears subsided. I assured her again that Bill was wrong and she had nothing to be worried about as far as her looks and personality go.
"Oh Jack thank you for being here. You've all I've got now. You know just how to make your mom feel better."
"Why don't you stay for dinner? You're in no shape to be spending time alone this evening." The dilemma of what to do with my semi-prepared dinner for two was solved.
She broke our embrace. She regained her composure. She expressed concern that she was imposing and I assured her she wasn't. I poured us some wine while we prepared dinner and ultimately sat down for a nice meal. Mostly we talked about our failed relationships and how we really are better off without them.
We cleaned up the dishes and put them away, as we chatted and sipped our wine. I was at the sink finishing things up. She stepped behind me and gave my shoulders a squeeze.
"Thank you for a wonderful dinner son. I'm sorry to hear about you and Gina." She said softly, "I'm sure you'll find someone else that will suit you better."
"Yeah I know I will mom. But sometimes playing the game and getting to the point of comfort with someone is frustrating. I'm not worried about being able to find someone else and neither should you. Remember you are one hot lady and way cool as well."
"Jack you say the nicest things."
"I meant every word," I smiled at her playfully and teased, "Now do you think any of your girl friends might be interested in me."
"Ha, Ha," she said sarcastically, " I don't think they could handle you."
I really wanted to ask her, partly as a joke, if she'd be interested. I mean she really did look hot. But instead I decided to change the topic.
"Hey lets go out to the hot tub and finish the rest the wine while we soak. The night is still young and I'm having a wonderful time."
"I'm having a great time too. I don't have a suit here but if you'll loan me large tee shirt to wear it will do."
So we headed off to the hot tub. The night air was perfect with just a hint of coolness. We sipped our wine and chatted casually. The tee shirt that she wore clung to her and accentuated her full bosom. I could see the outline of her full medium sized breasts. Maybe it was my imagination but her tits looked as if they bobbing in the bubbly water. I tried hard not to be obvious about my staring.
While I struggled to maintain my composure and to keep my eyes in their sockets, my old dog Timber decided to make an appearance. Timber was about ten years old and had been part of the family since he was a pup. Mom really loved him. He ambled over to her with a slightly arthritic gait. Mom turned her back me and bent over the side of the tub to give Timber some attention. She was on her knees in the tub and her ass was completely out of the water. She wore the skimpiest G-string. Her ass was round and firm. Her hips were shapely and curved into her toned thighs. She looked so sexy.
I had an instant raging hard on that strained against my swimming trunks. A million thoughts raced through my mind at once. Maybe it was the G-string or maybe it was the wine, but that instant, I saw mom as a complex sexual creature. It was like a barrier broke inside me. She was no longer just a distant sexual fantasy one among many. Rather, she became a possibility, a desire. I imagined her needs, her preferences and saw myself fulfilling them in so many delicious ways. I wanted to touch her and show her how sexy she really was.
I started to reach for her. I got scared and felt guilty. It was like reality fought back and intruded into my thinking. She was my mother and she would never go for it. I withdrew my hand and shook my head with guilt as I looked away. It was at that instance that she looked back at me. She hastily pulled the tee shirt over her backside.
"Oh Jack...Not you too!" She stormed out of the tub and ran into the house.
My gut turned into a bottomless pit that seemed to swallow my racing heart. I quickly ran after her and grabbed a towel on the way to cover my still raging cock. I called after her. But she didn't seem to hear me.
By the time I caught up to her. She had taken the tee shirt off. She covered her self with a towel and threw the shirt at me. It hit me in the chest and fell to the floor.
"Mom..." I started, not knowing what to say. I knew she had caught me looking. But hell, a guy sometimes just can't help it. "Look we can talk about this. Can't we?"
"There's nothing to talk about. Now where the fuck are my clothes."
"Mom please..." I felt like I was losing her.
"Don't give me any more of your bullshit. You sure know how to sweet talk someone. But it's only words. I saw the look on your face. You think I'm fat don't you? You and Bill are just the same...Bah... I hate men." She frantically dried herself as she looked away.
"Mom, the look on my face wasn't about you being fat, because you're not. I looked away because I was having thoughts a son shouldn't have about his mom. I was embarrassed." I tried not to sound feeble but I was ashamed. I hated to see her hurt.
"Bullshit," She was angry, "You can't prove that."
"Mom you've got to listen...I...I ..."
