"Tim? You'll probably think this is insane..." Mom said as she unlocked the door to the room adjoining ours.
I went in to look, it was beautifully clean. Other than that it was my bedroom from when I was five. I remembered running through the door at having had a bad dream and diving between my parents as I looked around. Far from thinking her crazy I thought her a devoted mother who had known her son would come home deep within herself. I said so as I looked.
"You did too, just a lot bigger." She said as we stood holding each other.
"I don't think those toys are suitable for me now..." I said looking at boxes of Lego and a toy train.
I remembered something and went to the door at the corridor. Beside the light switch was another. A two button contactor I hit the down and a huge plastic model B1 bomber descended from the ceiling. I smiled as I remembered the electrician swearing about the job because I was telling him where to put the winch. The model was one our family business made, the first one off the extrusion line that passed quality checks. Grandad and I had spent hours putting it together and it had been too big to stand in my bedroom.
"I remember the argument about the hoist." I said lost in the memory.
"Your father, the electrician, you, your grandad... I laughed so much that day!" mom said with a huge smile.
"The electrician taught me a lot of new words that had you washing my mouth with soap."
"Boy you learned them! But I notice that you still don't use them when I'm around... I should have known! You never said a swear word when you spoke to me on our video calls! You would swear like; well a sailor at the crew, speed boats, the harbor master, practically everything and everybody but you never said a swear word to me." Mom beamed at me with pride.
"I didn't want the soap again!" I said holding her again.
"Tim, will you clean this out please? It's in the past now."
"Mothers! "Clean your room Timothy! If there is anything on the floor when I come in there! So help me!" Yes mom, can I keep the plane?" I imitated from memory.
Mom laughed at that, her eyes shining at the fondness of my recollection.
"Not in here, you might frighten our baby." Mom said.
"I'll hang it in the garage. But that hoist is stuck there."
"Just don't let me see everything go Tim. I'll cry my eyes out."
"Ok. Can we have a Christmas tree mom, please?'
She smiled at that. She hadn't put a tree up in years and needed to buy one. She did tell me where the decorations were in the garage. She asked if I would clear the dungeon out too while she went shopping. With that decided we got the day going. I hired a trailer and took a collection to the dump that had the people working there looking at me strangely. I explained that mom was clearing house and they laughed about that. The plane and the Lego and the other toys went to the garage in boxes and in four hours the two rooms were clear. I found the decorations and sorted them out. The lights were beyond rescue and I sent mom a message about that.
I was looking around the property when mom got home. There was a boat house, way too small for my cruiser but nice for a ski boat or a speedboat or a large dingy. The lights inside worked, the mesh gate worked, although the tool boxes were empty, and crane did not work. I was checking the diesel for the heating when mom hooted on the way down the driveway.
I helped her get her shopping inside while I told her about what I had done. That I could see uses for the boat house was a relief to her because she had no idea what to do with it and was being quoted the earth to have it broken down. We set the Christmas tree up not a living tree, we owned a company that made plastic ones, and decorated it.
"I never realized that I missed this Tim." Mom said as we looked at the lights after supper.
"We never really had a Christmas tree in the Azores, the ships all had and we would just visit the vessel in port on Christmas day. It's not the same, this is personal." I said.
"So what would you like for Christmas?"
"A lot and you'll laugh mom."
"Try me." she said with a smile.
"A doll's house. It's the last thing I asked Santa for."
"Your father freaked about that! Why?" Mom said not laughing; she was smiling though and trying to keep from laughing.
"Well, you were so busy on Christmas day; every day actually. And I thought it was because you had no toys. I thought that if I had a doll's house and dolls we could play together for once because you were a girl. It's stupid I know but it sticks in my mind at Christmas."
She nearly killed me! Guys, you think your girl is turned on by a car or a bike? Wait until she turns herself on, I'll tell you guys another way do it later. Women don't have a binary switch, they are not turned on or off, they're analog turned on is a sliding scale and they give us about level three on that scale, maybe level five. Mom cranked herself up all the way to level ten and then added an amplifier that would make rock and roll bands jealous.
She tackled me off the couch and then had me out of my clothes faster than a stripper can whip her clothes off for ten thousand dollars. She just didn't stop and just would not let me rest after cumming in her twice and her having; jeez I lost count of how many orgasms she had. I was lying on my back exhausted and she wanted more. So she dived at her shopping bag and got a long steel pin out. I was powerless as she pushed it into my urethra and jumped on my dick again. My treacherous dick got the message that slacking on this job was not an option. Feeling this pin in my dick was amazing! I had feeling inside and outside my dick as mom rode me; letting rip with yells as she went into one very long orgasm.
Soon the pin became a pain as I started needing to cum again. Mom was having none of that powder puff complaining from me and just kept on going after a few slaps to shut me up. I gritted my teeth and weathered it until mom slipped off me after collapsing from another orgasm. I managed to carefully get the pin out before mom woke up and just took off again by climbing back on the saddle of my hips. Even now I can't look at a urethral sound without whimpering.
She ran out of energy just before daybreak. The Christmas tree was wrecked with decorations lying all over the place. I had a burn from the heater. She couldn't close her legs and lay smiling at me when she regained consciousness again. I was shivering, not sure if I was afraid or exhausted or cold, I just remember having a look down to see if I still had a dick. With that comfortingly still the case I rolled over and hugged my mom with her manic smile.
"Are you ok mom?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"Fantastic. Good boy, you did wonderfully." She whispered.
"Can you close your legs?"
