My father passed away about four years ago. Shortly after that I helped Mom sell the house and buy into a nice 'active senior' project with lots of activities and social events. This helped her get over the loss and stay active socially and physically. She had a one-bedroom apartment with a living room, full kitchen and one and a half bathrooms. She's in pretty good shape and considerably younger than my dad was. I was born when she was nineteen, followed by a brother and two sisters. My siblings moved around the country, and I live closest to Mom, so I was able to visit her often, usually on Saturdays. About a year after moving to her new place Mom was much happier and was enjoying life again. She even went on some dates with other residents, but nothing ever got too serious, at least to my knowledge.
One Saturday when I visited, Mom and I went out to lunch for her birthday at a nice restaurant overlooking the water. It was a beautiful day and we were enjoying the sunshine, the view and the restaurant. We had ordered a bottle of wine with lunch which got Mom reminiscing. After lunch we walked down the boardwalk and each had an "alcohol infused ice cream sundae" which actually had a bit of a kick on top of the wine. I decided it was time to carefully drive Mom back to her apartment before I headed home.
When we got back to the apartment, Mom wanted to show me some old pictures we had talked about at lunch, so I went in with her even though I really wanted to hit the road. Her apartment has a small balcony off the living room and the sun was shining, so I headed out there with the old photo album while Mom went into the kitchen to get us some drinks. She returned several minutes later with what I thought were two glasses of ice tea, that is until I took my first sip. They were actually Long Island ice teas, and pretty strong ones at that. I politely objected saying, "Mom, I have an hour's drive home, I really shouldn't be drinking this."
She looked suddenly dejected and said, "I was hoping you would stay for dinner. I was going to make your favorite -- spaghetti with veggie sauce, and I bought some nice garlic bread to go with it."
How could I refuse? I hadn't stayed more than a few hours on each recent visit, and I really didn't need to run home to my empty apartment. "That sounds great Mom, I'll stay for dinner." With that, her face lit up and she sat next to me as we clinked our glasses and each took a big sip of our drinks.
We had lots of fun for the next few hours, sitting in the sun, laughing about old times and the pictures we were looking at. Some of the pictures of Dad brought some tears of sadness but mostly fond memories for each of us. By now we were each on our second Long Island Ice Teas and Mom started sharing some of her more intimate memories with Dad. She was telling me how horny they both were and loved having "adventurous" sex together. She said their best sex was when they were on vacations together and could new things with each other.
We were sitting side-by-side on a settee, the only seat on the balcony, along with a coffee table in front of us. We had been close together all afternoon, casually touching each other and laughing as we enjoyed the pictures and conversation. We were both getting a little tipsy from the drinks and I noticed that Mom was getting more touchy, rubbing my arm or leg, or laying her head against me.
As the sun started getting lower in the late afternoon, we moved inside to the kitchen and Mom started preparing dinner while I sat close by so we could continue our chatting. By this time we really didn't need any more alcohol, we were both pretty tipsy, but Mom opened a bottle of red wind to go with our meal and poured each of us a glass. She told me to set two places at the small cafe table in the living room and she would bring in the plates. I brought in the garlic bread and wine and sat down. A minute later she came in carrying my plate of pasta, smothered in red sauce. Just as she approached me, she stumbled forward and the entire plate of pasta and sauce slid off the plate onto my lap!
Mom immediately regained her balance but was left holding an empty plate. She shrieked and said, "Oh god, don't move! That will stain the carpet if it spills off your lap."
She ran to the kitchen to grab some towels and spread them around my chair while I tried to hold the mess together on my lap. She instantly became my mom in charge and told me to stay right where I was and hold everything on my lap as she moved the table away from me. We both knew if I stood up the carpet would be ruined.
Once she had access to my lap the said, "Let me pick up as much as I can, and then we'll have to carefully remove your clothes and get them in the wash."
She wiped down my arms as best she could and unbuttoned my shirt and carefully slipped it off my arms and took it to the kitchen sink. I still couldn't move because the pasta sauce had soaked through my clothes and ran down inside my shirt and my pants. She came back, moved my hands out of the way and told me not to move, she would do it. I knew she meant business.
She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. We could now see that the sauce had completely soaked through and puddled in my crotch on my boxer shorts. It took several minutes for us to get my pants off without spilling anything and I was now down to my soaking wet boxers.
I said, "Mom, I think I can get up and walk to the kitchen now."
"You just sit there, young man!" she yelled, reminding me of a childhood reprimand, to which I had to laugh but also obeyed.
"Lift your ass while I slide a clean towel under you and pull your boxers off. And don't move until I tell you!"
She was in command mode now and I wasn't going to argue. I obeyed and was soon sitting completely naked in front of Mom, something I hadn't done since I was six or seven years old. She took my boxers into the kitchen and returned with a clean, damp towel to wipe me down. She wouldn't give me the towel and insisted on doing it herself.
She started by cleaning my chest and arms, had me lean forward so she could wash my back, and then started working her way down my stomach. She went to the kitchen to rinse the towel and when she came back, instead of finishing cleaning me up, she poured more wine in our glasses and handed me mine while she took a long sip of her own. She stood there staring at me completely naked in the chair as a smile spread across her face. Soon she was laughing hysterically, finally seeing the comedy of our situation.
When she caught her breath she said, "Wow, you're not the little boy I remember!" as she knelt down in front of me. Mom was apparently enjoying this and I had had enough to drink by this time so I didn't really care that I was naked, after all, she is my mother.
She started where she had left off, cleaning my stomach and working her way down to my crotch. When she got to my cock, she lifted it with one hand and wrapped the towel around it to wipe off the pasta sauce. She placed my cock on my stomach and held it there with one hand as she wiped my legs and the moved toward my balls. Maybe it was just from the drinking, but the smile on her face told me she was really enjoying this.
She went to the kitchen to rinse the towel one more time and when she returned, she knelt down again and told me to stand up so she could get what ran down my backside. I stood up in front of her and turned around. She started above my waist and worked her way down over my ass before sliding the towel between my legs, forcing me to spread my legs. She wiped up the crack of my ass as if I was her little boy.
Finally satisfied, she stood up and took another sip of her wine. This is when she noticed that her own clothes were a mess also. She told me to wait right there while she went into her bedroom, undressed and put on a pretty cotton robe that was about mid-thigh length. She came back holding a laundry basket with her dirty clothes in it, stopped to pick up the towels from the floor, then went into the kitchen to gather the rest of the towels and my clothes.
When she came out of the kitchen with the laundry and some detergent, she said, "I'm going down the hall to the laundry room to wash these, I'll be right back. Don't sit down until I come back, I'll put a towel on a chair for you."
When she came back, I was obediently standing there, completely naked, with the two wine glasses in my hands. As I handed hers to her, I said, "Looks like we're not eating dinner so I found some cheese to go with the garlic bread and wine."
She grabbed another clean towel and laid it out on a chair in the living room for me to sit on. I asked if she didn't have something I could cover up with but she replied, "No, I'd rather keep looking at you naked. I haven't seen a cock like that since your father died and I want to enjoy it."
"Wow Mom, are you sure this isn't a little too weird?" I asked. But by this time, with all we had to drink today, I didn't really care that I was sitting in front of my mom, with my cock out on display. And she was obviously enjoying it.
Another hour or so passed with us getting more comfortable with me being naked. We continued to snack and drink and we were getting a little bit giddy when Mom asked me if I had ever played truth or dare. I told her I had once with some buddies and we had gotten carried away because we were drinking and it got a little bit crazy. She wanted to know the details so I told her we how we all ended up naked and had a circle jerk to see who could cum the most. I couldn't believe I was telling my mother this.
She was laughing so much it got me laughing along with her. That's when I noticed that her robe had slipped open quite a bit. I mentioned it to her and she looked down at herself. She could see that the robe had slipped open to expose her front all the way down to her belly button, but not exposing her nipples... yet. She looked up at me and asked, "How do I look for an old lady?"
I said, with all honesty, "You look great Mom. Why aren't there men asking you out all the time?"
"I've been on a few dates since I've been here, but I just haven't found anyone I feel like developing a deep relationship with yet. I'm not giving up but I'm not in any hurry either. But I will admit that I do get horny and would like a man to take care of that from time to time," she shared with a bit of a blush.
