Hayden wasn't sure it was her. The woman walking toward him in the crowded airport arrival lounge didn't look like the mother he remembered, or the one in the few pictures he'd kept hidden from his father over the years. The woman working her way through the crowd was looking straight at him as if she knew him, so thought it had to be her. But he must have changed as much as she did in the past ten years. Either way, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was tall and blonde with a carefully pampered look that included what had to be a surgically enhanced pair of DD cup tits that were heaving as she walked, nearly falling out of the daringly low-cut dress she was wearing. The dress was indecently short, showing off smooth, slender legs. Her skin was evenly tanned and flawless, and she looked younger than the forty-two year old woman he was expecting to meet.
It couldn't have been Hayden's mother. She looked like an actress walking across a stage to accept a porn star award, except that she looked calm and measured her strides with easy grace. The eighteen year old started hoping it wasn't her. Then he wouldn't feel weird about getting a hard on for a woman who turned out to be his own mother because this woman looked to be a fully self-assured sex goddess.
Suddenly she was standing right in front of him, and he could barely make eye contact with her with those spectacular tits so well displayed.
"Hayden? My god, you're so grown up now," she said with a subtle smile.
"Mom?"
She looked a little awkward when he called her that, but he noticed she blushed a little bit too.
Hayden's father had passed away suddenly a few months before, and he wanted to live with his real mother instead of his stepmother. Cheryl had moved to the west coast and had just gone through her third divorce. Her second and third husbands had both been wealthy, and she was now very well off financially. Hayden's memories of her were very hazy, and since his father strictly limited any contact with her over the years it was almost like meeting a complete stranger. Except she was the hottest looking blonde MILF he'd ever met in person. He even started to wonder if he was meeting the right woman.
"I'm so glad you're here," she said a little bit formally.
She seemed totally self-assured. It was like she didn't even know that half her body was falling out of a dress that made her look like a stripper between shows. Hayden figured his mother must dress that way so often it didn't even faze her anymore. It was just normal for her. And it was much more normal for LA than back in Wilmington where he grew up.
"Yeah, uh, thanks for letting me come," he told her.
She smiled again, just as subtle as the last one. "Well, I'm your mother. Where else would you go?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "I guess."
He started to wonder if he should have stayed with his stepmother, but then Cheryl just told him to follow her to the car. She turned and led the way toward the parking garage while Hayden walked beside her pulling his luggage along. It wasn't hard to keep up with her. She walked at a medium pace, with easy, confident strides, even in heels that looked like they had four inch spikes.
Mother or not, it was pretty much impossible not to keep checking out her smooth, evenly tanned legs as well those barely contained, world class tits that were just as evenly tanned and didn't show a hint of tan line anywhere. They didn't say anything on the way to the car, and Hayden was pretty sure his mother was well aware of the way he kept peeking at her body parts. He was curious about this woman who was his mother and who she was. But he'd also never seen a woman like her at all.
Hayden caught plenty of people looking at his mom on the way to the car, but not gawking in disbelief the way they would've back home. He was trying not to gawk, but he didn't think he was doing a very good job.
She led him to a brand new, black SUV with tinted windows. He put his luggage in the back and Cheryl drove to her house. They barely talked during the ride. It felt a little weird to Hayden. He wanted to get to know his mother but he didn't know where to start. Maybe she was just feeling the same way. It took a lot longer than he expected, but he was surprised to see the lavish, modern home on the hillside where it seemed like you could look out and see the entire world. Hayden liked the place immediately. He wasn't surprised when she led him inside and everything was bright and open, with large windows and more rooms than he could count right away. The furniture was sparse and all of it looked brand new, and it looked like nothing was out of place anywhere.
Cheryl led Hayden up a wide flight of stairs where there was a spacious living room almost as big as the one downstairs, and then a short hallway where there were two bedrooms and the biggest bathroom he'd ever seen. His mother opened the door to one of the bedrooms and told him it was his. It was much larger than he was used to. His mother stood in the doorway and calmly watched him check out his new room. It was a fabulous room, but nothing he'd seen since he got off the plane could compare to his mother's perfectly pampered and generously displayed body.
"It's really nice here," he said, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm glad you like it." There was that subtle smile again. "I hope you'll feel at home. After all, this is your home now and I'm your mother. It can be like a new life for both of us."
"Sure," Hayden agreed, already wondering what it was going to be like living with her.
A silent moment or two passed before Cheryl said anything more.
"Hayden, did your father say things about me? Things that weren't very nice?"
Hayden looked at her and felt himself blush. His father had said a lot of things about his mother, always using them as an excuse to keep the two of them from communicating. He knew his mother was already reading the look on his face. It was too late to think of a polite lie.
"What kinds of things did he say?" his mother asked calmly.
"I don't think I should repeat them."
"It's okay," she reassured him. "It's just us here talking. Mother and son, the way we've never had the chance. You can't tell me anything I haven't heard before, and besides, I want us to be able to talk to each other about anything. Once you get to know me you'll realize you can."
Hayden stalled, thinking. But then he finally told his mother what she wanted to know.
"He called you some pretty bad names," he said cautiously. His mother snickered briefly.
"I'll be he did. Such as?"
Hayden didn't want to say, but Cheryl pushed to hear more.
