It was June and the weather was warm and sunny. Jill loved this time of year. She was a second-grade elementary school teacher and there was nothing she loved more than summer vacation and the improved weather after a long winter. This year, like most, Jill would spend a couple of weeks at her parent's house. It was a three day drive from where she lived on the east coast to their house in the Midwest. This year, however, she spent some of her tax refund and bought a plane ticket. Jill's ex husband used to make the drive with her and she didn't miss his company a bit. This year was more exciting because at the last minute Henry, her only son and youngest child, decided he would come with her. Fortunately, they were able to secure another plane ticket at the last minute. Henry had been living with his father for more than a year so it was nice for Jill to be able to spend this time with him.
Jill's parents were in their 70's. They were still independent, they had their own house, and they could still drive; but, their age was catching up with them. Jill called them when the plane landed and they were already at the airport waiting. Jill walked off the plane in front of Henry, who was carrying both of their carry-ons. Jill scanned the room and let out a squeal.
"Mom, Dad! It's so good to see you guys!" She ran towards them as soon as she spotted them in the crowd and they exchanged hugs.
"Jill, you look fabulous!" Her mother cooed reaching to feel her bobbed blond cut. "Your hair is shorter...have you lost weight?" she asked and her father stood beaming.
Jill was wearing jeans that hugged her figure tight and flared out at the bottom with a small red blouse that flattered her full bust. She had lost almost ten pounds and wanted to lose a few more. She had always been curvaceous but a year ago she was bordering on plump. "Thanks, mom," Jill flashed the girlish dimpled smile she still had at 47.
"And what have we here?" Jill's mother looked at her grandson. "My what a handsome young boy. You must be six feet tall. How old are you now Henry?"
"He's eighteen," Jill cut in with a wink at her son.
Henry smiled at them, happy to see them but not too crazy about the attention, "Hi Grandma, Grandpa, it's great to see you guys.
They found their checked bags while grandpa brought the car to the pickup area. They loaded their suitcases in the trunk of the big Buick. Jill and Henry piled into the backseat and no one stopped talking for the next twenty minutes it took to arrive at the little old farm house.
"You each have your own room upstairs and your bathroom is down the hall," grandma led them inside and beckoned up the stairs. "We don't go up the stairs very often anymore, I would hate to break a hip, so things might be a little dusty," she warned.
"Don't worry mom, we'll be just fine." Jill led the way up the stairs with Henry right behind her carrying two of their suitcases."
They had a fabulous home-cooked ham dinner and were very tired so Jill and her son didn't waste much time getting ready for bed. It didn't take long for Jill to fall into a deep sleep.
The next thing Jill was aware of was that she had to pee, very bad! She opened her eyes and heard a gushing sound. She wasn't sure what the sound was until there was a flash of lighting in the window and crack of thunder shook the house rattling the old single-paned glass windows. Jill had forgotten what a good mid-western rain storm sounded like. She got up and tip-toed to the bathroom, her thin creamy silk nightgown that went to mid thigh swished against her legs with each step.
On the way back to her room Jill stopped in front of Henry's door that was ajar. ~I wonder if Henry can sleep through all this,~ she thought and pushed the door open. "Henry?" Jill whispered in a course low voice.
"Mom, you can't sleep either?" Henry lifted his head.
Jill stepped in the room and lighting flashed through the window illuminating her for an instant like a photograph. The image burned into Henry's mind. Her blond hair looked silvery in the light, her pouty lips looked ashen. The lighting penetrated his mother's thin gown rendering it virtually transparent. Her braless bare breasts under it were full and hanged a little lower than he guessed they might have twenty years ago. Her areolas were high and both nipples silhouetted by the flash. Her figure narrowed at the waist and widened generously at her hips. Henry could see her little pooch of belly with navel. He couldn't tell if she was wearing anything lower.
"I used to be scared of the thunder," Jill sat down on the side of the bed stared out the window. "Mind if I stay in here for a little bit?"
"Uh...sure mom that's ok."
Jill threw back the thin blanket that was over Henry and lay down beside him. Henry was on his back wearing just a dark pair of boxer shorts. Jill kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed. The air was thick with the heavy smell of summer rain and they lay there silently on their backs a few inches apart. Each flash of lighting spotlighted Jill's breasts through her gown that covered them like a second skin. Henry turned on his side toward his mother, soaking in the display. He reached his hand and set it on her stomach. The silk was no barrier and he could feel her electric warmth. Henry's finger gently ran circles around and inside her navel. With his finger in her navel he worked his pinky down a few inches, then a few more, until he felt a tiny scratch of her short feminine hair. Jill squirmed and Henry knew she was wearing nothing under the gown. He felt his penis stiffen inches from his mother. Her eyes were closed and hi slid his hand upward until it rested against the lower edge of her far breast. He lifted his knee across her waist and rested it on her. He could feel her pelvic bone press his leg. His erect penis rested against her hip and they both slept.
