Family Bucket List

The crowd is applauding. All eyes are on the stage. My mother and sister are taking a bow. They are both naked except for a garter on their legs stuffed with greenbacks. The closing lines of the song Private Dancer are fading. They squat, spread their legs and pick up cash from the floor, which results in more cash on the floor. They look at me with big smiles on their faces. I smile back and make a big checkmark in the air. Their amateur night strip is a hit.

It all started with my sister's bucket list. Well actually I guess it really started with my trip home from college for the summer.

I drove all night to get there. Instinctively I went to our house, well it used to be our house, the place where I grew up. It looks the same but tears roll down my face as I realize I'll never be inside again. After the divorce Mom sold it. She couldn't stand to live in the place where many of Dad's indiscretions had occurred. Slowly I drive away. After a short distance I pulled into the apartment complex that is Mom's residence while they're building her new house.

I climb a flight of stairs and knock on the door. I hear scurrying inside. The door opens and Mom rushes into my arms. We haven't been together since spring break. We hug each other tightly for the longest. Mom backs up wipes some tears away and leads me into her apartment.

She's holding my hand tightly as she says. "It's so good to see you. Welcome to my humble abode."

I pull her close and hug her, say, "I love you."

She says, "I know. I love you too."

She backs away still holding my hand. I look her over from head to toe, she is beautiful but looks tired, a little pale.

I ask. "Are you OK? You look worn out."

"I'm fine. I haven't been sleeping well. I'm still a little in shock about this whole mess. But now that you're here I feel better. And when Donna gets here, I'll be even better. I've really missed you guys."

Letting loose of my hand she asks, "Are you hungry? I fixed some biscuits and gravy and the sausage that you like."

"That sounds great mom. I miss your cooking."

"Well let me show you around first, laughing, that won't' take long."

We walk to the small kitchen and dining area. It smells like home. Next, she shows me her room and bath. Next the guest bath and the bedrooms for Donna and me.

She says, "The guest bath only has a small tub, so you'll use mine, it has a nice walk-in shower."

Back in the kitchen she pours a couple of cups of coffee and fixes me a plate. As she's scurrying around she gets on tip toes reaching for a plate in a cabinet. Her calves bulge nicely. And the dress tightens on her buttocks. I'm startled at myself for staring, I've lived with her my whole life but never took note of her legs and butt before.

After breakfast we take our coffee into the living room. She sits on the sofa and pulls me down beside her.

She scoots close to me and says, "I'm so glad you're here."

She rubs and pats my leg. I rub the back of her hand. Her skin is warm and smooth. Her house dress rides up exposing her knees. I'm surprised and a little embarrassed that I'm looking.

She lays her head on my shoulder and puts her feet on the coffee table. The dress rides up a little more. Now I'm staring at her bare feet and legs. How could I not have noticed what great legs she has? And why am I noticing now?

We talk a little bit about the divorce, but she quickly changes the subject to her new house.

She says, "They finished the roof and are working on the inside. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes, I'd love to."

"Let me change and we'll go scope it out."

"I'll get my stuff out of the car while you're changing."

I stowed my stuff in the bedroom and was unpacking when she came in. She was wearing a halter top and shorts. There were those long legs again.

We drove to the construction site. There were workmen everywhere. She puts her arm through mine and walks me around the outside, describing in detail all the features. She excitedly talked about the landscaping that was planned. We walked on the semi-finished deck and patio and looked at the hole where the swimming pool would be.

Inside they were hanging sheet rock and finishing some wiring. She described the future kitchen and all the appliances she'd ordered. We walked through each room as she eagerly talked about the colors and furniture she has coming.

In the living room a worker had just hung a small chandelier in the entry.

He started to take away the ladder, Mom said, "Wait can I do something first?"

He reset the ladder. Mom climbed up and adjusted the light.

Said to the worker, "Can you fix it so it hangs this way?"

I was looking up and could see the little creases at the bottom of her butt cheeks. It was obvious the worker was looking at the same thing.

I said, "Mom you need to come back down."

She twisted the fixture a little bit more the let loose and backed down. The worker climbed up and made the adjustment.

Mom said, "That's perfect thank you."

She put her arm around my waist and asked, "What do you think?"

"Looks perfect Mom. I think you'll be happy here."

I put my hand on her shoulder. As my hand touched her bare skin, I flinched a little. It was as if I'd touched a hot wire. It felt so good.

We walked back through every room a couple of times before we left.

In the car Mom gazed at the house and said with a sigh, "I can't wait to move in. It'll be my house, our house, and be a fresh start."

"I'm so happy for you." but my eyes were focused on how her thighs slightly spread against the car seat.

She suggested we go to lunch but I deferred. "Thanks, but I drove all night to get here I'd like to take a little nap. And I'm still full of the great breakfast you fixed."

It didn't take long to go to sleep. I woke up to the aroma of fried chicken. I walked to the kitchen. She was cleaning some utensils at the sink. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.

"My you're a little frisky."

She laughed and asked if I slept well.

"Yeah I really needed that. Anything I can do to help?"

"You can set the table. Dinner will be ready soon."

Crispy fried chicken, potatoes n gravy and green beans were one of my favorites growing up.

After we cleared away the dishes, she shooed me into the living room said, "I'll join you shortly."

I was on the sofa and again she chose to sit right next to me, our legs touching. She told me that Donna had called while I was sleeping. Donna was in the wedding party of one of her sorority sisters. Mom said she was excited about the bachelorette party tomorrow night and had decided to fly home instead of driving after the wedding. We chatted about school. She was proud that I was now a senior.

"I can't believe that you're a senior and my little girl is a junior in college. Seems like only yesterday you were starting first grade."

I asked her if she had been doing anything fun.

She replied, "Not really I've just been trying to keep busy."

"Have you been to the club?"

"No there are too many memories there."

"Well, why don't you join a different one? Meet new friends. Find some tennis partners."

I'm just not interested right now. Maybe later."

"Mom you've always had a nice tan, you're looking kinda pale why don't you get some sun? I saw the pool when I drove in, it looks nice."

"I know but I just not interested."

"Well while I'm here we're going to spend some time at the pool, no argument, Ok?

"We'll see."

We watched the wheel, she never missed it, then she selected a movie. During the opening credits I made some popcorn. I brought the bowl and with my hand underneath placed it on her leg. The back of my hand resting on her thigh. We shared the corn. The movie was engaging so we didn't say much.

After I placed the empty bowl on the coffee table, I put my hand back on her thigh with my fingers touching the inside. She placed her hand on top of mine. Casually I rubbed her thigh and ended with my little finger part way under her shorts. I kept waiting for a reaction from her but she apparently was intent on the movie. By the end of the movie, I had part of my hand inside her shorts, not at her crotch but close.

As the final credits rolled, she picked up my hand, kissed it and laid it in my lap said, "That was fun but its time for me to go to bed."

She stood up, yawned and stretched. Her stretch tightened her tank top across her boobs. I stood, gave her a hug pressing my chest against hers.

I watched her walk to her room, hips nicely swaying, watched a bit of the news then headed for bed.

I laid there awhile thinking about her lack of reaction to my hand on her leg. I attributed it to her need to physically connect with someone close to her. Whatever, I enjoyed it.

The next morning, I got up before her and made coffee. I was sitting on the sofa waiting for the coffee to cool a bit when she came in. She was wearing a short nightgown that was almost transparent. I could see her nipples poking the fabric. She opened the blinds and looked outside. With the light behind her I could see her naked profile.

When she turned, she looked at me and said, "Oh I didn't know you were up."

I said, "Good morning Mom."

She covered her chest with her arms, said "Morning."

Turned and hurried down the hall.

She was wearing a loosely tied robe when she came back. She filled a cup then walked over to where I was sitting. The robe didn't hide her long legs.

She said, "Thanks for making coffee."

She asked if I had slept ok. I gave her a thumbs up.

She said, "I'm going get a quick shower and then see about some breakfast."

She tousled my hair and turned and walked to her room. The bottom of her butt cheeks peeking under the robe.

Shortly I headed for the guest bath to take a whiz.

As I passed her door it was standing open. The bathroom door was slightly ajar. I could hear the water running. I stood staring at the bathroom door imagining what she looked like in the shower. She had laid out clothes on the bed. I quietly crept to the bed, picked up her bra, a 36-b cup. I read her shorts and blouse size and her panties. The water shut off. I moved to the hallway.

I couldn't breathe as I positioned myself to barely see the clothes on the bed.

I was expecting to see my nude mother walk to that spot. As I quietly stared the door closed. Oh my god had she seen me? I was mortified that I had been caught trying to spy on my naked mother. I quickly went to my room and threw myself on the bed.

I was lying there when she knocked on the door and said, "Ok the shower is all yours."

I thought she sounded normal. Maybe she didn't know I was standing out there. I gathered up my clothes and slowly opened the door. The coast was clear. In her room I saw her clothes still on the bed, I hit the bathroom and closed the door. The room smelled wonderful, a little steamy but smelled great. I went to the clothes hamper and opened it. There were her panties lying right on top, I walked back to the door assured it was locked then returned to the hamper.

I stared at the panties then picked them up and rubbed them on my nose. My heart skipped a beat or two as I inhaled her scent. I stood there with her panties for a minute or two then dropped them back and closed the lid. I kept her scent in my head as I brushed my teeth and shaved. I showered with a hard-on.

When I returned to the kitchen, she was standing at the counter whisking eggs. A towel wrapped around her obviously wet hair wearing the short robe. I knew she had nothing underneath.

I wrapped my hands around her and as I kissed her neck said, "My you smell wonderful."

bent my leg so that my knee touched the back of her leg.

She said, "It must be the soap. Now if you ever want these eggs, you'll have to let go of me."

I backed off but kept my eyes on the back of her legs.

She said, "Pour us another cup and sit down. I'll be right there."

Shortly she laid plates on the table with scrumptious omelets, bacon and toast.

I took a bite and said, "Mom you are one fine cook."

As she bent forward to take a bite the towel unwrapped. She tossed the towel on the counter, shook her head and said, "I must get a haircut. I can't stand all this hair."

"I like your long hair, it looks great."

"Thanks but I'm going to make an appointment as soon as I've eaten. I want it short and easy to manage."

Her robe was loose at the top. I could see her decolletage. I studied the freckles on her shoulders and chest as I ate.

We ate in silence. The minute she finished, she reached for her phone and called her hairdresser. I cleared the table as she talked.

She laid the phone down and said, "Great she can get me in this morning. Do you want to just hang out here and we can meet for lunch after I'm through?"

"How about if I go with you. I know you like to shop maybe we can do some shopping together."

"Good idea. I haven't really been shopping since, oh you know."

"Well then, it's settled. We'll just shop till we drop. Make a day of it. It'll be fun."

At the salon I sat and pretended to look at a magazine while she was washed, dried, trimmed and shaped. I was envious of the stylists' hands in Mom's hair.

After she was properly coiffed, she said. "Let's get a pedicure and have our nails done."

I said, "I'm good with the pedi but I'll just watch the manicure."

When she sat for the manicure, I moved to a closer chair. I watched intently wishing it was me working on Mom's pretty hands. We sat next to each other for our pedicures.

Mom was wearing black slacks with the legs rolled up above her knees. Her bare legs and feet exposed it was like I was seeing her nude. I envied the young lady working on her feet and massaging her calves. I was hard the whole time.

I wondered what was wrong with me. This is my mother but everything about her was erotic to me. Her hair, hands, feet, any bare skin was making me crazy.

I know I had a pedicure because I could feel someone working on me, but I couldn't tell you what they looked like because my focus was totally on Mom's feet and legs. I so wanted to be the one applying the polish to her cute little toes.

I was a wreck by the time we left. Mom gave me directions to her favorite store. There she hooked up with her fav saleslady and started looking at dresses. I wandered around looking at stuff.

I walked past the intimate section then turned around. I described what I wanted to see and the sizes that I had memorized from my snooping earlier. Soon the clerk was holding a black peignoir and shorty negligee. I saw the tags, I oohed and ahed but passed on buying them. It was enough just imagining Mom wearing them. I did buy a black polka dot bikini which damn near maxed out my credit card.

I found mom heading for the dressing rooms. She had an armful of clothes as did the sales lady.

She asked me, "What's in the box?"

I just said, "A surprise."

I sat outside as she tried on her selections. Each time she came out she would twirl and ask me if I liked it. I liked everything as long as she was wearing it.

After an hour or so she made some decisions and purchased several boxes full.

She wore a new little white sundress and sandals as we headed for the car. We loaded the swag in the back. She had a big smile on her face as she got in the car. The little dress rode up exposing a lot of leg. I thought it was a great purchase.

She gave me directions to her favorite restaurant. On the way she described every purchase she had made in detail. It made me happy to see her smiling.

She said, "Thanks for taking me shopping. I had a great time and it was fun seeing your reactions to everything. I think you like your momma."

The restaurant was a little chic. The wait staff knew her and treated her like a queen. She smiled all through lunch. We enjoyed a couple of glasses of nice prosecco.

After lunch as we walked to the car, I said, "When we get home let's go to the pool. It's a beautiful day and it'll be fun, and I bought you a surprise."

She said, "Open the back I want to see my surprise."

She popped the box open. "Oh, I love it. It's just my size but I don't think I have the body for it."

I said, "Mom you have a great body. Just try it on. I want to at least see you in it. If you don't like it you can wear something else."

She said, "OK I'll put it on, but I have to do something first."

In the car she dialed a number. "Hey Sue. Yeah it's me. Good to hear your voice too. Listen I know I haven't been in for a while, but I need a wax. Can you fit me in? Great I'll see you in a few."

Mom says, "Turn right out of the parking lot then right at the next light. If I'm going to wear this, I need to get rid of some hair. I'm going to get a wax. You can just drop me off, I'll text when I'm ready. There's a coffee shop around the corner you can hang out at."

I parked but just sat in the car outside the salon. I kept visualizing her bare crotch in there. It didn't take her as long as I expected. I got her text and picked her up.

I said, "That was quick. Did it hurt?"

"It stings like heck but I have some cream that kind of numbs it. If you keep up with it, waxing's not that bad. I shouldn't have waited this long but what's done is done."

We carried in the bags and I got changed and was waiting in the living room when she came out. She looked fabulous. The black against her pale skin looked amazing.

"What do you think?"

Using my best Billy Crystal voice I said. "Mom, you look mahvelous, just mahvelous darling."

She laughed and slowly twirled.

She pointed to the area just above the bottom and the inside of her thighs said, "I'm a little pink here and here. Oh well I'll live. let me get a cover and well go."

She handed me a bottle of lotion and we headed out.

There was no one at the pool. The water was clear and warm. She dipped her toe in the water and swirled it a bit then sat down. Did a few quick kicks then slid in. I joined her and swam underwater to where she was. There was a little camel toe action at the bikini bottom. I stood up shaking water.

I asked if her wax job was stinging?

She said, "No the cream is working. The water feels good."

She swam and floated around for a while then climbed out. Dried off with a towel.

Holding up the lotion said, "Come on you can do my back."

She laid down. I knelt on my knees and squeezed some lotion on her back and began spreading it. I couldn't keep my eyes off her butt. I spent a lot of time lathering every inch of her. I so wanted to lick all of her.

She stretched, said, "The sun feels good. I'm glad you talked me into this."

I needed to cool off so I jumped into the pool and splashed around for a while before pulling a chaise next to her and stretching out. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I think the paleness of her skin was somehow erotic. Oh, who am I kidding? Everything about her was erotic. I was highly aroused to say the least.

After awhile she rolled onto her back.

I asked, "Do you want me to do your front?"

"I can do it but if you want to go ahead."

I wrapped a towel around my waist hoping to hide my erection. My hands were shaking as I lubed her. I couldn't tell if her eyes were open under the sunglasses.

I had covered every bare inch of her at least two or three times when she laughed and said, "I think you've got it all."

I laid next to her studying her skin. I loved the way the bikini straps lightly bit into her skin.

After a while she turned back on her stomach. I immediately jumped up and started rubbing lotion on her.

I finished her legs and rump, as I started on her back she said, "I think you forgot your towel."

There was a pyramid in my shorts. I started for my towel but thought what the hell she'd already seen it.