It was a hot summer day, my twin brother Aaron and I had just gotten home from our freshman year of college for break and were exhausted from the travels.
We were at different schools and it had been since Christmas that we'd seen each other. We planned to meet mom at home after she got through with her day shift at a cafe our family owned.
We sat outside with our luggage chatting about grades and the toughest classes waiting until a little after 5:30 when she finally pulled up into the drive.
She parked the car and shut it off in what seemed one swift motion. She opened the door and her bare legs and high-heels came visible first. Everything after that was almost in slow motion. She stood and I noticed that she was wearing a tight black mini-skirt and an even tighter white tank-top that was tucked in. Her pink lace bra was visible through the top and the cleavage of her 40 D sized fake boobs was glistening with sweat. She waved her giddy, valley girl wave at us and turned to reach inside the car for her purse and blouse. Her tight thighs pressed together as she bent in the car. I couldn't stop looking.
Our mother birthed us when she was just 17. My brother and I were both 19 now making her a young 36 years of age. Our father left us at a young age and she shacked up with a few suitors along the way, primarily getting what she wanted out of the deal and leaving them on their own. We both can recall her even hooking with a few girls sometimes. Our grandparents were well off. My grandfather a retired Army General and my grandmother was part CEO of some California law firm in the 80's. They had a strong love for their only daughter and grandchildren. No matter how promiscuous she was, they never shied away.