Good to Be Home

I was hit by a blast of hot air as I stepped from the plane. The tarmac seemed to be almost audibly baking under the heat of the sun. It was the first time I had set foot in my home state for over a year, but it seemed even longer than that. I had been forced to relocate interstate almost three years ago in order to attend one of the country's most prestigious art schools and while I had enjoyed my time there, I had missed my quiet hometown. What's more, I had missed seeing my mother Elaine who, after my parent's divorce six years ago, still lived in the home I grew up in.

I was so caught up in thoughts of long ago as I made my way through the airport, that for a second I almost didn't recognise her, even though she jumped up and down and called my name. Realisation struck me and I gave a huge smile as I wheeled my luggage towards her as she fanned her face with one hand, struggling to fight back tears. "Mom!" I dropped my things and bent down to lift her onto her toes in a big hug. "Oh David, sweetie I missed you! I'm so glad you're home!" She expressed her joy by wetting my cheek with kisses and I laughed, "I'm glad to be home Mom."

We both took a step back and Mom held me at arms length as she looked me over and beamed. "Honey, you look so good! Did you get taller?"

"Ha, no I don't think so, maybe you've just shrunk!" Mom laughed and I watched her with a smile. She hadn't really shrunk, but there was something different about her. She had let her hair grow long for starters. Growing up it had always been cropped relatively short, just above her shoulders, now it fell loosely over them, resting just above her breasts. I furrowed my brow, "hey, you look different Mom, have you lost weight?"

Mom put her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest, turning from side to side as she smiled proudly. "Never thought you'd see your Mom looking so good, huh? I've lost about 25 pounds since you last saw me!" She did look good, in fact, for a 42 year old she looked pretty amazing. I couldn't help but notice that Mom had also given her wardrobe an overhaul; her older, more conservative look had been ditched for one that better complimented her new body. She stood before me in a simple white T-shirt, the sleeves of which finished high on her arms, the material fitted snugly to her upper body. It was a much lower cut that what I was used to seeing on her and I tried my best not to stare at the ample cleavage which was on display. The top was tight and the material thin enough so that I could see the outline of her bra beneath which cupped and lifted her breasts. I was struck by how large they appeared against her slimmer frame, each breast was more than a good handful, the only measurement I cared to use.

Mom continued to show herself off, turning her back to me so that I could admire her from behind. I glanced down at her ass briefly, she was wearing a pair of plain blue jeans which clung tightly to her buttocks. Her bottom was perfect, it looked like it could have belonged to one of the twenty-something girls from school, but was perhaps slightly fuller and rounder. Her legs were slim and equally as toned. Once again, I fought the urge to stare and made a mental note to get a better look later. "You look amazing Mom! I'm so proud of you!" Mom smiled and gave me another hug, then ran a hand through my hair.

"Come on honey, let's get you home."

The drive home was very quiet, Mom must have figured that I was just tired, but in truth I was too lost in my own thoughts to make conversation. Being back home and seeing Mom had brought rushing back a lot of memories from when I was younger, feelings I thought I had left behind me.

Whether or not it was considered a common and natural aspect of a boy's development I wasn't sure, but for much of my early teens, when I was going through the first phases of puberty, I had been sexually attracted to my mother. I was sure that these feelings had started to emerge the day we had gone to the beach as a family. I could still remember watching Mom as she had removed her shirt and untied her floral sarong, revealing a blue one-piece swimsuit. Although it had been a modest design, I could recall how it had appeared to be little more than a second skin, putting all of her womanly form on display. Although she had been a little heavier back then, her extra weight had only accentuated her curves. It had been quite warm and sunny, but there had been a chilly breeze coming in from the sea and for much of the day the twin points of her erect nipples had been clearly visible as they pushed out at the thin material from beneath. I had spent almost the entire afternoon trying to suppress a raging hard-on and could remember how awkward I had felt when Mom had commented that I was acting strangely. Whenever I had looked at her, I had seen her as sexy woman first and as my mother second, they were feelings that were as confusing as they were arousing, and once the seed had been planted in my mind, over the following days, week, months, years, I couldn't seem to prevent it from growing.

It had not been until my later teens that I had really shown any real interest in girls my own age, although even then I was too shy to approach any of them. I was a good looking guy, or so people told me; a little more than 6 foot with a slim muscular build. A number of girls had shown their interest in the past, but none of them seemed to be the one I was looking for. Maybe I was too fussy, regardless, I had eventually managed to accept that my mother would never be a source of sexual release for me, forcing myself to exclude her from my masturbatory fantasies. Being away from home for most of the last three years had certainly helped.

We pulled into the driveway and Mom helped me to carry my bags inside and up into my old room. Everything was just the way I remembered it, the house even smelled the same. By the time I had finished unpacking it was time for dinner, Mom had ordered pizza and to my surprise suggested that we put on a movie and eat it on the sofa. I laughed in disbelief, "what? Are you serious? I thought eating on the sofa was absolutely forbidden! When I was little you used to carry on like it was paramount to murder!

Mom gave an awkward smile then shrugged, "well I guess I've loosened up a little since then," then putting a hand to my cheek she added with a grin, "besides, it's a special occasion!" I helped her to move the pizzas to the coffee table and we both sat down to eat. "But if you get any stains on my sofa, I'll kill you!"

I put on a funny movie and spent the next couple of hours sprawled in one corner of the sofa. Mom was snuggled against me, her hand on my chest and it warmed my heart to see that she was so glad to have me home. It wasn't long before I noticed that due to the way she was positioned, with her head resting on my shoulder and still wearing the same low cut top, I had an excellent of her wonderful breasts and could see right down her cleavage to the material of her bra. I loved the way her body shook and her breasts jiggled lightly when she laughed, certainly, I was too busy enjoying her company and the stimulating view to pay much attention to the apparently amusing antics of the characters on-screen. Thankfully Mom was too into the movie to notice that a sizable bulge had formed in the front of my shorts. Once the credits began to roll I kissed Mom on the cheek goodnight, thanking her for dinner and made my way to the stairs not entirely awkwardly, managing to hide my erection from her view.

The following day was a scorcher, I awoke with a groan, the sheets unpleasantly damp with my own sweat. What a terrible night. If the heat wasn't bad enough, my mind had refused to let me relax enough to sleep much. I pulled myself out of bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, then slipped on a T-shirt before stumbling groggily downstairs. I could hear Mom humming to herself in the living room and followed the smell of food into the kitchen to the sight of a pancake sizzling on the frying pan. I shuffled over to the cook-top and was using the spatula to check the underside when Mom entered the room. "Oh, good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?" I turned to smile but my expression quickly changed when I saw what she was wearing. A black tank top clung tight to her upper body struggling to contain the bulge of her breasts, displaying a considerable amount of cleavage. A small pair of blue cotton shorts, which may as well have been panties, did nothing to hide the unmistakably female form of her pelvis. Mom had seen my smile disappear "What's wrong sweetie?" I looked away in embarrassment.

"Uh, oh nothing... It's just I'm not used to seeing you dressed like... that... I'm sorry, I was just surprised is all." I shuffled my feet nervously.

"Oh," Mom looked down briefly at what she was wearing and then returned her attention to me. "Well, I guess I'm just embracing my new body, I'm sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable." she said apologetically.

I shook my head and smiled, "no it's ok Mom, you should wear whatever you want, you look amazing. I'm sure I'll get used to it." Mom smiled back and made her way towards me with outstretched arms and I turned to give her a hug.

"Oh!" Something bumped between us as our bodies came together, and in my semi-awake state I somehow failed to realise immediately what it was. Mom stepped back and I followed her gaze downwards to the large erection which had formed a tent in my boxer shorts.

"Oh shit!" I threw my hands over my crotch and tried in vain to rearrange my penis beneath my boxers so that it lay flat against my body. I...I'm sorry Mum. Shit, I didn't realise!" Mum removed her eyes from the bulge in my pants and up at my face which was flushed with embarrassment.

She simply laughed, "oh don't stress, I haven't forgotten how it is with boys, 'morning wood' and all! It's a part of being a man, you have nothing to be embarrassed about! She lent forward to kiss me on the cheek as I stood hunched, my hands still on my crotch. "Go and sit down," she said, pointing to a chair by the kitchen table. "I'll see to breakfast." She flipped the pancake, then turned to add, "and no swearing in my house mister!"

Busied with the task of scoffing pancakes I slowly started to forget my earlier humiliation, but seated opposite Mom as she cooked breakfast, the resulting view meant that my boner refused to disappear. I watched as the cheeks of her perfect bottom squashed slightly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The contrast between her wide hips and her slim waist was captivating and due to the absence of a panty line, I could tell that she was not wearing anything under her tiny blue shorts. We made idle chit chat, Mom asking me about school and telling me about things that had been happening while I was away. I asked about by sister Emily, who I knew had just finished her final year of high school and had travelled interstate to spend some time with Dad. Mom informed me that she would be back home by the end of next week. She had always been a major pain when I was younger, but I was still looking forward to spending time with her again. Mom asked me if I had any plans for the day, when I moaned that it was too hot to do anything, she laughed and agreed and suggested that I spend the day in the pool. "The heating system is broken but in this weather it doesn't really matter."

I thanked Mom for breakfast and had one last perve before going up to my room to change into my bathers. I was a little annoyed to find that I was stuck with a pair of speedos, since I had lent my board shorts to my room-mate and had forgotten to get them back. I briefly looked myself over in the large mirror of my wardrobe. "Not bad," I thought to myself. I had really gotten my ass into gear over the past year and had started attending a gym regularly. I had been fairly slim and toned before, but I had managed to put on some real muscle since and now looked more like a professional swimmer. In a way I had probably changed physically as much as Mom had. The speedos seemed to me to be embarrassingly revealing, it had been a long time since I had worn them and they were probably too small. The black material clung tightly to my package so you could make out the form of my penis which curled neatly over my scrotum. I was a little hesitant to go downstairs wearing them, but I reassured myself that Mom would only be impressed by what she saw. I hoped that she would admire my body the way that I admired hers.

I made my way downstairs and out onto the pattio unseen. The pool was a clear sapphire blue, it looked so inviting. I sprinted to the edge and dived in, the relief from the heat was instant, I suddenly felt wide awake and full of energy. I was swimming laps when I heard the sliding glass door open and looked over to see Mom step out of the house, a towel in one hand clutched to her chest. She made her way over to the pool and smiled at me "How's the water?" she asked as she dropped the towel onto a nearby deck chair.

I failed to answer immediately and could only gawk as she stood before me in just a bright orange string bikini. The small cups of the top covered little more than half of each breast, the sides of the soft fleshy mounds bulging out slightly beyond the material. A small triangle of orange was all that hid the front of her naked pelvis, tied delicately with a bow at each side of her hip. Mom watched me for a moment waiting for a response and when she didn't get one, she laughed. Blushing, I snapped out of my trance, "Uh, yeah the water is uh, great, really nice."

Lifting her hands above her head Mom dove into the water, surfacing with a squeal "Aah, it's cold!" she laughed, "but you're right, it's nice.'

I proceeded to spend the next few minutes showing off, swimming from one side of the pool to the other and around my mother's feet. Under the water I admired her bikini clad bottom which wiggled as she kicked. I swam to the shallow end of the pool and stood, wiping the water from my eyes and running a hand through my wet hair. Just as I had hoped, I could see my mother watching me and immediately thanked myself for bothering to do all of those pull-ups, leg-lifts and squats that I hated so much. Her eyes still on me I pulled myself out of the water and stood on the poolside, stretching in the sun. I was aware that my penis felt partially engorged and it bulged against tightness of my speedos, I hoped that Mom was still looking, I wanted her to see it. I stood there for a second with my hands on my hips and turned my gaze over to Mom as she floated there, watching me silently, a serene expression on her face.

She stopped staring and made her own way to the edge of the pool and I offered her my hand, pulling her out of the water in one swift motion. Mom gave a squeal, perhaps in surprise of my strength and stood looking up at me with a smile, her small hands on my chest. "You've really filled out haven't you" she said admiringly as she slid her hands to my shoulders. "I guess you're not my skinny little boy any more." then with a sigh, she dropped her hands to her side, "Those poor young girls from school must be devastated that they won't be able to see you until next year."

I blushed and gave a nervous laugh and Mom leant forward to kiss me lightly on the cheek, her wet breasts brushing against my chest as she did, sending a shiver through my body. I felt a surge of blood flowing to my crotch. Mom turned and I watched her body sway as she walked over to the grass, laying out her towel before and lowering herself into it. I noticed that her nipples had reacted to the cold water, the small points in the middle of each breast were clearly visible beneath the wet orange material which clung to her chest like a second skin. Mom reached for a bottle of tanning lotion and flipped the cap, squirting a generous amount of lotion into one hand before rubbing them together, then began to apply the oil to her arms, her tits jiggling lightly with the movement. I was suddenly painfully aware that my penis was nearing a full erection, the small speedos now uncomfortably tight. Thinking quickly I grabbed my own towel, using it to conceal my obvious arousal and adjusted my growing cock so that it was in a more comfortable position. Mom continued to apply lotion to her body, squirting it directly onto her chest before smearing it over her skin with her hands. I watched as the soft tissue of her breasts moulded under the pressure of her fingers and admired how her skin glistened. Suddenly I realised that Mom was looking at me and I clutched my towel tightly and I quickly diverted my gaze.

"Dave honey, would you mind rubbing some into my back for me? It's a little hard for me to reach myself." She asked sweetly. I looked back at her and nodded, she smiled and offered me the bottle. Taking it, I squirted some into my hand as Mom turned to lay on her front, resting her head on her arms. I knelt down on the grass beside her and she let out a contented sigh as my fingers touched the tanned flesh of her back and I began to massage lotion into her firm shoulders. I moved myself directly over her so that I was straddling her thighs, giving me even access to both sides. My hands made their way slowly downwards, covering every inch of skin. I could see the bulging of mom's breasts on either side of her body, squashed under her weight, and I took the opportunity to let my hands stray along the edges of her back down to her sides. I bit my lip as my fingertips came into contact with the supple flesh of her breasts and I tried to take in as much of the feeling as possible, being sure not to linger too long so as to arouse suspicion.

By now my cock was fully erect, the small speedos were unable to contain all of it, the head of my penis sticking out a good two inches above the waistband. To my relief Mom was facing the other direction and I could see that her eyes were closed. I did not think she was asleep but she was breathing very slowly. I started to enjoy the feeling of my erection as it lay flat against my abdomen and it twitched as I moved my hands lower on Mom's back. I shuffled backwards a little, transferring my full attention to Mom's perfect ass as I massaged lotion into her lower back. The wet fabric had ridden up between her firm cheeks, leaving much of the bare skin exposed, delving between them towards the small mound of her sex.

Applying more lotion to my hands, I hesitated slightly before placing them on either side of her thighs, moving them in a circular motion so that my fingertips brushed the lower part of her bottom. I was so incredibly turned on and struggled to prevent my hands from sliding beneath the bikini. I felt the muscles in my groin contract and my cock twitch involuntarily and looked down to see a small amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip. Without missing a beat I removed a hand from Mom's upper thigh and scooped the drop of translucent goo from the head of my cock onto my fingertips, before placing my hand back onto mom's bare skin, smearing it onto her left cheek. It gave me such a thrill that my pelvic muscles began to contract once more, releasing a larger amount of pre-cum. I watched with excitement as it slid down my shaft and dripped onto the back of Mom's thigh.

I couldn't take much more of this, I needed to jerk off and soon. I applied one final lot of lotion to my hands, quickly coating the lower parts of Mom's thighs and calves. I put a hand on her shoulder and let her know that I was finished and she thanked me sleepily, still in a deep state of relaxation.

I was about to stand and race inside to relieve myself when my horniness got the better of me and I stuck the thumb of one hand into the front of my speedos, pushing the material down until it sat beneath my balls, completely freeing my throbbing erection. A silently as I could I began to stroke the length of my cock, taking in as much as I could of Mom's womanly figure. I tried to picture myself carefully untying the bows on Mom's bikini bottoms, peeling down the wet fabric, then placing the tip of my cock at the lips of her pussy before allowing my weight to ease me deep inside her.