Hello, my name is Brad, I was an apartment dweller until management decided to sell the property, so I had to move back home with mom, but she was glad to have me back. Pops died a while ago, he was never in good health and I guess his body was just plum worn out.
Back in my twenties, I started to look at Mom through the eyes of a man, not just her son, I started to see her as Gail, a good looking woman, rather than Mom. Yeah I fancied her and her good looks and we did some pretty neat things together like going to musicals, plays and movies, and we always went out to dinner together. Mom had started to notice my interest inin her and she liked the attention I gave her back then.
Now sixteen years later I am back at mom's and she is looking hotter than ever, and I have even more of an interest in being intimate with her. I loved her as a mother but now my thoughts of her are more of an attraction to an older, very good looking woman and not just my mother.
She stands 5' 10" with long flowing black hair with touches of grey, 44D bosoms, with shapely hips and a soft lusciously curved ass. She looks great for her 57 years and I could be very happy being with her.
Most of the time Mom dresses very business-like, a nice skirt and blouse with low pumps in black patent and her glasses on a chain. Ah, but when she dresses in a black skirt, white blouse with a ruffled V neck and spectator style heels, which are black patent at the toes and heels and white leather between, I start to want to be more than just her son.
Being in her mid-fifties mom wears glasses for reading, the half-glasses style in silver or gold in either the half-moon or half-square style and they always hang from a well made beaded neck chain. Along with charcoal sketching, Beading is one of Mom's hobbies.
Mom knew I borrowed her glasses from time to time when the print was a bit too small for me to read, but I did not know she knew that I did more than just read with her glasses. Seeing mom wearing her half-glasses with a V-necked blouse and mid-thigh skirt was a real turn on for me. I would start getting hard just looking at her with her glasses on. I had no idea she knew what was going on with her son and her glasses and that she had no trouble with her thirty-six-year-old son having a fetish for her various pairs of half-glasses.
I work as a stock-broker and lately it was getting to be a real drag, I lost two damn good commissions and someone was looking to have my head on the chopping block. I knew I would never sell them stock again. My boss tried to explain, but his words fell on deaf ears. These things happen but lately it seemed to be a lot more often than usual and some of the big bosses were not pleased with my work.
When I got home, mom saw I was upset and asked me what was wrong. I told her about the lost commissions and how some of the higher-ups wanted my ass in a vise, my head too.
Mom comes to me looking hot with a beaker of Harveys Bristol Creme. I like that she has her half-glasses partway down her nose and how the light from the tiffany lamp is seen in them and the beaded neck chain softly moving on her neck as she walks towards me.
"Here sweetie, maybe this will help you feel better. I think you are burned out at work. Even a few months ago I noticed you were happier a while ago. getting burned out at work. Even a few months ago I noticed you were Tell me, why did you give up the idea of being a motorcycle wrencher? I know you thought about it last year and I'm wondering why you gave it up?"
"I don't know. I just thought that making money was more important. But now I'd rather work on locomotives or lay track for the railroad than work as a broker. I just want to enjoy life and ride my Harley. Speaking of which, I was thinking of getting another one."
"Not one of those rice burner crotch rockets I hope?"
Mom's referring to those Japanese bikes where the rider is slouched over the gas tank behind the handlebars as they scream down the road, so loud as to make one's ears bleed.
"No Mom, not a crotch rocket. A Harley Sportster, I saw one a few days ago. Its an XL 1200 that looks like it rolled off the 'Happy Days' set. No fiberglass cowlings and no shrouds, just all motorcycle."
"So, if you bought a new bike, could I ride with you?"
"You mean you'd, want, to ride with me?"
"Well yes, I mean if you'd like me to."
"Mom, I would love for you to ride with me, that's a great idea."
My mind went from 1st gear to 5th in two seconds flat trying to figure out how this could possibly get us in the sack.
"I would like that very much Brad, and I think we could get a lot closer out on the road, taking road trips, riding all day, then stopping for a great meal and getting a nice room for the night."
She did not say rooms, did she?
"I'd like that too, Mom."
"Oh Brad, we can have a great time riding together. I could be your 'Biker Momma,' no one needs to know that I am really your mother, all they need to know is that your riding with a hot looking older woman."
"Well yeah Mom, besides a lot of bikers like an older woman anyway."
"Yeah, when we're out on the road you can use your maiden name and I'll just call you Gail."
"Good idea."
"Now Brad, I know that you have been looking at me in a sexual way and frankly I like that. Do you know how much it means to an older woman when a guy twenty years younger has an interest in her, that he wants her? It makes her feel young again, and quite frankly a little horny. So I am looking forward to spending some quality time together on you and your bike."
Hmmm, did she just say what I think she said, or was that a simple slip of the tongue?
Mom left to go play Bingo with her friends and I was at the house doing a lot of thinking. Damn I feel good. Mom knows I want her and she loves the idea, and she wants to be my biker momma, that is so hot.
The next day I go back to the Harley dealership and the bike is still there. Since I have a motorcycle endorsement I'm able to take her out for a ride. The price is fair as it is an oldie and the engine is in pretty good condition. I took her out and a salesman went with me. He got pissed that I rolled on the throttle and blew past him at a good hundred miles an hour but I was going to know what that bike could do before I bought it. The salesman cooled off when I plunked down some cash. I bought some goggles and gloves and a half helmet and got the same for mom. Then I hit the road back to the house.
Mom was not home when I pulled into the driveway. She had gone to the store as we are low on groceries. But when she got home she was so excited about the bike, she wanted to go for a ride right then. Well of course I helped her get the food into the fridge and cupboards first.
"Okay Gail, I know a nice place we can go for a ride."
"Ooh, using my first name already, eh? Well I guess I better get into the Biker Momma role, huh?"
So she put on the helmet, goggles, and gloves I bought her, then got on the bike behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist as we rolled out of the driveway, up the street to Ninth and headed north on Route 275 up through Tampa and I loved the way it felt as she held on to me, with her arms around me and her large lovely breasts pressed into my back.
I figured I would gas up and head south over the Sunshine Skyway bridge back up to St. Petersburg, a ride that would be a hundred miles or more.
It was dusk when we pulled into the Olive Garden on Route 19 in Pinellas Park. Mom was as giddy as a schoolgirl on her first date. She totally loved the ride and I totally loved being with her.
"So you're taking your Biker Momma to dinner?"
"I sure am. I want to show off my new babe."
We had a cozy spot in a booth in the back corner and talked about the ride, mom loved it, and I could see the happiness and excitement that sparkled in her eyes.
