It was a cold but very bright day in the quiet residential neighbourhood where Rob's mother Janine lived. He hadn't been back home all term since his first year of university had started, including the reading week, which Rob felt quite guilty about due to the divorce finally getting resolved at that time.
As Rob's family home broke into view due to him passing the final corner, he hoped everything was okay with her. His parents tactically paid more mortgage per month than they were supposed to, which meant that after his father moved out, his mother was able to negotiate a new minimum rate that was manageable for her. Rob could only hope that she was also managing emotionally as it must have been difficult for her being alone in the house.
As Rob approached the front door he stopped and rubbed his hands together. "Okay, here goes!" All warm and mentally prepared, he gave his signature "shave and a haircut" knock. A few seconds of silence passed. Rob knew she must have been in because the car was there. He thought he heard a quick run across the top landing, perhaps for his mother to go from her bedroom to the bathroom. A few more seconds passed and the definite sound of someone running down the stairs with tremendous energy occurred.
As his mother hastily opened the door inwards, he couldn't help but notice how different she looked compared to how she did when he set off at the end of summer. Her clothes were more colourful and flattering than before, showing off her toned figure. Despite the fact it was winter she was wearing a light blue sleeveless shift dress that had a V-line which showed off much more cleavage than what she used to allow. Her hair was also longer and cut in elegant layers that framed her face perfectly and she had died it blonde.
Janine flashed her son a broad smile as he looked at her, completely taken aback by this drastic change in her appearance. Rob wanted to say his classic "hey mum, what's up?" line but was still stunned speechless.
"Robert, it's so good to see you!" Janine exclaimed, jumping forward like a giddy school girl and pulling her son into a warm embrace.
As his mother held him tightly and shook him a little from side to side, Rob couldn't help but notice her breasts pressing against his chest through the relatively thin cotton of her dress. They felt so soft that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it. It was surprisingly erotic, like someone had flipped a switch in his brain and turned on all of his senses at once.
With these heightened senses, Rob could feel the heat radiating off her body and smell the subtle scent of her perfume that was a mix of rose and vanilla, not to mention the pheromones coming off her sleek, shiny hair.
Janine drew back from him, looking into his eyes with a playful smile. "What do you think about this?" she almost squeaked, raising her arms and turning around so he could admire her whole body. When she faced him again she put her arms behind her head, posing briefly before slowly lowering them. It was very obvious she had used hair removal cream to make her armpits as smooth as possible and the more she swayed her hips, the delicate swooshing of her breasts were very enticing in that dress.
Although most likely non-deliberate, Janine was causing her own son to get an erection.
"You look great mum!" Rob finally mustered up, trying his best to hide any arousal. "Hey, I have an idea. How about I take my bag up to my room and then we can have a cup of tea and catch up?"
Janine tilted her head and held her hands behind her back. "Whatever you like sweetie." She then skipped to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Rob used this opportunity to quickly rush upstairs to his room.
As Rob quietly but quickly closed the door behind him and dropped his bag to the floor he took a deep breath or two. "Holy crap, what was all that about!?" He thought to himself. "I didn't actually expect her to be all mopey and depressed but she feels like a completely different person." He then checked his cock, which had started to deflate.
Rob started pacing quietly up and down his small bedroom, hoping the time it would take for the kettle to boil would be enough to calm him down completely. It might have helped if he could get the image of his mother posing for him out of his head but it was difficult to do so. "I've never had sexual feelings for her before. If I was drunk on a night out and didn't recognise her..." He suddenly imagined himself dancing with his mother in a grimy nightclub, putting his hand down the front of her underwear as she grinded her arse against his cock. "No, what am I doing!?" Rob tried to think about something else.
"Tea's getting cold!" Janine shouted up the stairs. Rob sighed. That was faster than he was expecting.
The two spent the afternoon catching up with each other over tea and biscuits. Rob tactically let his mother pick her sitting position first, the big couch, and then took his place on the smaller couch across the living room. A bit of distance would help right about now and Janine thankfully didn't force him to sit next to her.
As Rob drank his tea and told his mum everything that had happened so far at Uni with his coursework, he couldn't help but notice his mother's open posture as she sat across from him, listening intently as if he was the most interesting person in the world. He remembered that back when she was with his father, Janine tended to sit with her legs together and arms more or less by her side. Now she had one arm casually draped over the back of the sofa and one of her legs was crossed over the other, leaving a nice gap for him to stare up her dress if he wanted to.
Matters were worse than that through as Rob's peripheral vision picked up something bright red inside the void of the dress and he really wanted to find out if that red belonged to regular knickers or something more slutty. Janine was fiercely maintaining eye contact the entire time, so it was very difficult for him to satisfy his curiosity over what underwear his mother was wearing without giving anything away.
All of a sudden, in what seemed to be an attempt to readjust her dress that may have ridden up, without breaking eye contact with her son, she uncrossed her legs to pull her dress down a little. This finally caused Rob to lose his focus and steal a peak up his mother's dress. What he saw was the thinnest excuse for a thong he had ever seen. So much so that he ended up looking for a whole two seconds, an eternity in this kind of situation.
Aside from her clit and hole, he had basically seen his mum's pussy, that's how thin the thong was. Rob could also tell that Janine had used hair removal cream on it, which caused him to salivate. He hated licking girls out if they had even the slightest bit of hair or stubble down there but when it was perfectly smooth, he became a devouring machine.
Rob looked back up at his mum's eyes but unfortunately hadn't shook the mental image of licking her pussy. Whatever expression he had causes Janine's to change. He eyes lowered a little and she smirked. It was almost as if she was enjoying toying with him like this.
If Rob was going to recover from this he'd have to change the atmosphere. "So how's everything been since the divorce?" He put his tea on the table, finally breaking eye contact with her. "Haven't been too sad have you?"
"What would give you that idea?" Janine replied, still in her playful voice. Not even abruptly bringing up the divorce could make her flinch. Even if it was her own son, Janine seemed to take pride in flaunting her confidence and sexuality. "Ever since your father and I broke up, I've been having a lot more fun. We kind of settled into this boring lifestyle where we just worked and saved money but as a result were wasting our best years." Janine finally broke eye contact to pick her cup of tea of the table and take a sip. "I've had a lot of making up to myself to do so I've been going out quite a lot."
Rob definitely understood what that meant. He definitely didn't want to say THAT out loud though. "Well, you definitely feel like a different person now." Rob said, looking her up and down unintentionally. "More of a free spirit I guess?"
"I could say the same about you!" Janine countered, now looking him up and down from across the room.
"Nah." Rob dismissed. "I haven't really changed at all."
"You definitely have." Janine put her tea down and sat forward, getting a proper look at her son but causing her deep cleavage to be right in her sons eyeline. "You're a lot more confident now, I can tell just by the way you sit and talk now. I bet the girls can't keep away from you at university!"
Did she just bite her lip? Rob could have sworn that's what he saw but maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Nervously, Rob scratched the top of his head. "I've done alright I guess. It's not so hard when nobody knows who you are so you can just rely on your looks and whatever the hell you reinvent yourself into."
Rob took another sip from his tea and Janine chose that moment to ask "So have you actually had sex yet?"
Rob coughed manically, spitting tea out everywhere. He could hear her laughing as he did. "Jesus mum! You can't ask me that!" He tried to look at her with an angry expression, like it wasn't okay what she just said but that look of pure joy in her smile, her deep blue eyes and that amazing cleavage was making it difficult so he decided to be honest. "Okay fine, three times."
"Wow not bad for three months." She spoke proudly. "I don't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I want to make sure your needs are being looked after." She walked up towards him and then continued downwards the kitchen, but not before lightly touching her son on the shoulder. "I never understood how you were still a virgin at the age of 18. Someone at your school should have taken you." Rob had no response. The feeling of his mother now lightly caressing his shoulder was making it difficult to focus on anything other than his cock approaching rock hard status. "Heck, if I was one of the teachers..."
Rob stood up faster than he'd ever stood up in his life. "Okay that'll do." Rob awkwardly shuffled around Janine, making sure he had nothing between him and the door.
"What!?" Janine looked at him with her her shoulders shrugged as if she hadn't done anything wrong.
"Nothing. It's not you, it's me." Rob wondered why on earth he just said that. Janine looked equally confused. "You know what. I think I might go to bed." Janine frowned at this. "I know I just got here but, you know, long train journeys make me sleepy plus the tea and all the biscuits. We can talk more tomorrow, good night."
Rob managed to somehow get away with a quick escape from the living room without another word from his mother. As he made it back into his bedroom he was finally able to let go a big breath of relief from all the sexual energy building up inside him. Rob had a feeling from the way she posed for him when he first arrived that his mother was going through some sort of liberation. She said something about going out more so she was definitely having regular sex with guys? Also what took her so long to answer the door? There was a good chance she was masturbating. Great! Now he was thinking about his own mum shoving a dildo inside her pussy.
