Part I β The Fantasy that started it all.
It was a Friday like any other. Sitting in my car with the windows rolled down, I could feel the cool breeze blowing in as it was something I had been looking forward to all week long. With the music blaring, and I singing as loudly as I could, I was thankful that the work week had finally come to a close. I looked down at the clock; the blue lights illuminated upon the face of the radio and showed that it was nearly 5 in the afternoon. Two whole days where I didn't have to worry about reports or emails, didn't have to worry about deadlines or projects, but simply relaxation and rest and possibly a bit of recreation.
Earlier that day, I had gotten a text message on my cell from my Mother in Law, Nancy. She had asked if I could drive her to work, which had become a daily event, but was nice that she still asked. I didn't mind driving her to work, since it wasn't that far away, and in doing my part in being the good Son in Law, it made me feel good that I could help out someone in need.
Especially for her, since she had helped out in her own way from time to time. In fact, it was good seeing her as often as we did, for it fueled the crush that had developed that I had for her.
It had been a few years back, but something that I couldn't place my finger upon triggered it all, and now I took every opportunity to spend as much time with her as I could. I had even taken to sending her flirtatious texts from time to time, and choosing my words carefully as to give her the possible thoughts of something more, but always kept things quite innocent, as to not be too direct, or overly forward.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I flipped open my phone, scrolled through the names in my contact list and found the entry for 'Mom Cell'. I hit the call button and listened to it ring as I turned down the radio to a more respectable level.
"Hello?" I heard her answer. Her voice had always been a source of arousal for me with it being so deep and sultry. Even in the simple greeting that she spoke into the phone, I found myself growing with excitement.
"Hey Mom, it's me. I am outside waiting on you," I let her know, unlocking the doors to the car with a flick of the finger upon the button.
"Okay, I will be right out," She said as she hung up. I closed my cell phone, placing it back in the holster upon my belt and then looked at myself in the rear view mirror, wondering if she ever thought about me the way that I have thought about her.
After a few minutes, the front door opened and she walked out wearing a white shirt and black jeans, which in my own opinion, complimented her ass quite nicely. Nancy was a woman of 47, but looked extremely stunning when she wanted to, and today was no exception. Her wavy brown hair laid against her shoulders, a look that I found to be quite flattering for her, and as she walked toward the car, I watched it blowing in the wind and gently brushing across her face. She smiled as she approached, and then upon opening the door, and seating herself inside, she beamed at me and buckled her seat belt. The aroma of her perfume quickly filled the car, stimulating my sense of smell with an intoxicating pleasure.
As I began to drive away, she started to talk about her day, how after running a few errands earlier, she only arrived home moments before it was time for her to leave yet again for work. She detailed how she was running from room to room, gather her clothes, jumping into the shower and then bolting back out the door. I laughed and listened to her rant, trying to remain focused on the road, but without her knowing, stole glances at her very well endowed chest. In fact, upon her mentioning the fact that she had taken a shower, the image of her standing in the stream of water, covered with soap over her glimmering naked body was one that I found quite enticing and hard to remove from my thoughts.
There were occasions that I would toss about compliments, telling her how great she looked in jeans, or how she could tease all the guys by unbuttoning her shirt a bit more than it was, which always got a good chuckle from her. She was always up for a compliment, and being that it may be that she didn't get all that many, mine were always welcome.
"You're looking pretty hot tonight Mom," I said, doing my best not to stare at her chest, which was practically busting through the buttons of her white button down shirt.
"Well thank you, not a bad job for someone that was running around crazy at the last minute," She replied back smiling.
"Well you did quite an exceptional job at it, if I may say so," I offered and smiled back at her.
"My only problem is, I can't tell whether or not my bra can be seen through my shirt," She said as she looked down and started to laugh, pulling at her shirt, obviously attempting to see if it was transparent in the fact that her bra could be seen through it.
This was not an uncommon comment from her. Upon her saying it, I took a glance over, pretending that it had been my first and saw that she was wearing a bright red bra that could be clearly see right through her white shirt. In fact, I could clearly see every little detail of her bra, with the light lace trim and the cut of the cup, it certainly revealed more than she probably would have liked.
"Well, you can a little. Decided on a red one today, huh?" I asked, giggling a bit.
"Well damn, I couldn't see in the light in the bathroom. Not much I can do about it now, though I will probably get flirted with a bit more than usual tonight because of it," She replied.
Now, ever since she had mentioned it, I was finding it hard to take my eyes off of her chest, and the red bra that lay beneath her shirt. It was quite visible, and not only that, but the tightness of her shirt plastered against the curvature of her breasts, made it that that much more difficult to pry my eyes away.
"Well if I get stares like that, I suppose my tips tonight will be pretty damn good," She said laughing, noticing how concentrated I was looking at her chest at every chance I got. "It is a shame that I won't have you to wait on tonight."
"Oh. I am sorry, I didn't mean to stare Mom," I said as I blushed crimson and turned my attention back to the road, dreading the fact that she had caught my gaze and noticed that I was looking her up.
"Don't be, it is flattering, and not too many men take the time to look anymore," She confessed.