I want to thank my friend Don helping with editing. Everyone in the story are over eighteen.
This is just another story from my own thoughts for entertainment only. If you're not into incest stories then you are in the wrong place and need to move on. To all others I hope you enjoy.
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'Finally, Friday. Party time for two whole days.' I thought to myself as I drove home from work. 'Jim will be home for the weekend so I don't have to sit with mom to keep her company. Although I don't have to anyway.' I turn into the driveway to see mom's car is in its usual spot. With Jim being home in one hour I park behind mom's car so Jim can have his usual parking spot when he's home for the weekend. I park in his spot during the week while he is at work.
Jim is my stepdad and he seems to be a pretty cool guy. He works all week in a town called Lindsay in the middle of Oklahoma just south of Oklahoma City. He works for a large oil company there. Instead of driving for one and one-half hours to and from work, he rents a studio apartment that is cheaper than staying in a hotel for one night.
Mom stays home all week washing the work clothes that Jim brings home. She makes sure he has them clean for next week and when he brings this week's home, she will wash them for the next week. Mom also cleans the house and fixes meals for Jim to take back with him so he doesn't have to cook when he gets off work each day. He can just warm it up. Mom does everything she can to make things easy for him every evening when he gets off work. She goes out of her way to make life easy for him. Jim does like his pampering from mom. When mom asked how he wanted things done to make it easier for him, he told her and she did it.
Yes, I live at home. I give mom and Jim money every week to help out with the food I eat and I even bring in food, using my own money, for all three of us to eat. The money I give to mom and Jim is to help pay on all of the utility bills including the house phone, dish, and internet. I was raised to not be a freeloader. I leave myself some to put back into savings and just enough to get out of the house on the weekends to give mom and Jim their space together, without me being in their way if they decide to do something out of the bedroom for a change, to keep things interesting for them.
Mom stands five feet two inches. She has managed to keep her weight down along with her belly. She has just a little bit of a belly pooch from having me. Mom has what looks to be C cup size tits. Sometimes they look a bit bigger on her small frame with some T-shirts she wears around the house. When she wears a snug button-up blouse or one of those T-shirts I cannot keep my eyes off of her. The same way when she bends over with her butt towards me. When she isn't in a dress or skirt she usually has on shorts of some kind if it is summertime. In the winter, she may have on either slacks or a pair of jeans. She wears short skirts and dresses in the summer and longer ones in the winter.
I walked into the house to see mom in the kitchen in a dress she wears when she is working around the house. "Hi, mom. I thought you and Jim would be going out tonight since he'll be home for the weekend."
"Hello, son. No... but I wish we were going out. I didn't take anything out of the freezer for tonight because I thought we would be myself. Jim called a few minutes ago telling me we need to talk, so we would be eating here so that we can talk. I could hear a lot of noise in the background that didn't sound like he was at work. I asked him about it and he said that he and some guys from work stopped off at a bar for a drink. I told him he better not stay till he is drunk. He knows I hate it when he is drunk."
"Yeah me too. He's so hateful when he gets drunk." I replied while wiping out my lunchbox with a dishrag. As I turned and put my lunchbox away I went on to ask. "Do you want me to make a quick run to the store to buy some meat of some kind for your supper?"
"No. He will have to eat whatever I happen to come up with since he couldn't call and tell me this morning, we would be eating in. I may just call for a pizza to be delivered. Thank you though. I know you just got off work and want to go clean up before you go out to wherever it is you go to eat on Fridays."
"I was debating on where to go for supper. I usually go with a buddy but he has a hot date with some woman he met this past week. I may just go have pizza now that you mentioned it. It sounds really good. I haven't had any for some time. If you would like, tell me what you want and I'll order it for you and bring it home before I go do anything else."
"Are you sure son? That sounds like a lot of running back and forth to me."
"Mom, you know I will do anything for you. It may be a little running back and forth but not a lot. Write down on a piece of paper what all you want on the pizzas and I will see to it that you get it before it gets cold. Right now I need a shower before I go anywhere."
"Yes sir!" mom said, giving me a salute like I'm some commanding officer in the armed forces.
I got my shower dressed and out the door with the pizza order in my hand. I ordered my pizza and when it was brought to my table, I gave the waitress the pizza order that I got from mom. As I finished eating my pizza mom and Jim's order was ready to go.
It had been over an hour since I got home from work till I pulled into the driveway for the second time this evening. As I'm pulling into the driveway I see mom standing in front of her car and Jim putting his suitcase in the seat of his pickup. He usually waits till Sunday afternoon to put his clean clothes in the pickup, just before he leaves out for the workweek. I also see mom holding her head with one hand and the other arm crossed over, just under her tits, holding her arm and ribcage.
I cautiously slide out of my pickup with the two pizza boxes and walk toward Jim being the shortest route to the house. "Do I dare ask what's up?" I ask as I get close enough.
"I'll let your mom tell it," Jim said, closing the door and walking around to the driver's side.
I stopped next to mom as I heard Jim startup his pickup, and then put it in gear and back out of the driveway. Before Jim is all the way out of the driveway mom leans into me crying. "He's leaving us. He found some other woman and now he's living with her. He has been all this week. He said they met two weeks ago and he's been sleeping with her ever since they met."
"So that is why he told you to fix something here instead of going out to eat?" I was asking even though it sounded like a statement.
"Yes!"
"Let's go inside. You do need to calm down some to try and eat some of your pizza. I'll just stay here with you if you would like. If you would like we can even go out and do something fun for a change. Just the two of us. My treat on whatever you want to do." I held onto mom with one arm and the pizza in the other. Mom had put her arms around me when she laid her head over on me and told me what she just said about Jim leaving us.
I set the pizzas down on the kitchen table as mom sat down in a chair. "How did I not know he was seeing another woman? I always thought I would know if he was cheating on me. So many other women have said they didn't know. I even heard other women say they know and they were right. Your Aunt Clair knew that your Uncle Mark was cheating on her. It just took a little bit of time for her to prove it and she finally did. So why didn't I know Jim was cheating on me?" mom asked for the second time. Mom stood up, walked over to the fridge, opened the door, and looked in for a moment then she shut the door, turned, and said. "What do I owe you for the pizza, Henry?"
"Nothing mom."
"Please don't call me mom tonight. You're more man than he is. I don't feel like I deserve to be called mom so just call me by my name."
"You do deserve to be called mom or mother. You raised me didn't you?"
"Yes but..."
"No, but, about it. The only but there is around here is the sexy butt you have trailing along behind you. It's not too big and not too small. It is just right. Jim is a fool just like dad. There has to be a good man around here someplace that is just right for a sexy woman like you."
"Thank you for the compliment. However, I do not want another man right now, except for you. I'm feeling a little hungry but I also want a stiff drink like a beer. As you know there is no beer in this house or anything else that is stronger for that matter. At times I have wanted a beer but I didn't want it around to tempt Jim with it. I also want to get out of this house for a while. I feel like I'm too grungy to be going out anywhere."
"Go in and take a bath or shower, and put something on that makes you look and feel sexy. When you're done come out here for me to have a look at you. When I say you are as sexy looking as you can be." I then said in a lower voice, "Even though you are already." I then continued on with, "we'll go someplace for you to eat and have whatever kind of food and drink you want. My treat."
Forty minutes later mom came out of her bedroom dressed in a red dress with black flower shadows scattered around the material. The hem on the dress stopped halfway between her knees and hips. It was snug from her waist up to the bottom of her tits. From the waist down the skirt of the dress was free-flowing and would whip up in a wind storm if it isn't held down. Covering her tits were two long gated triangles. At the top of the two triangles are shoestring straps going up and over the shoulders. It was plain to see that she was braless. Her nipples were tenting out in the middle of each triangle.
"Is this too much? I mean is it showing off too much skin?" mom asked me as she stopped in front of me. I stood up from the couch where I was sitting as soon as mom came to a stop.
"Aa-wow! Lord have mercy! Vicky, you look awesome in that dress! Why do you have to be my mom?! You're hot as all get out!"
"Should I wear black nylons, tan nylons, or nude nylons?"
"No nylons. Your legs look amazing just the way they are. Bare. All you need is those black heels put on your feet and we are off to the races." I said walking over to the bench next to the front door where we usually kicked our shoes off when we entered the house. I Picked up mom's black heels and then kneeled down in front of mom and helped her put the shoes on her feet. I stood back up and gave mom another look from her head to her toes. Her heels are open toes with one strap around the back of her ankles. "From the front, you are ready to go my love. How about the backside?"
Mom did a turn for me to see the back of the dress came up even with the snug top in the front leaving her shoulders and almost half of her back bare. The only thing on her back were the two shoestring straps coming down from the shoulders. Even though the skirt part of the dress was free-flowing it still accentuated mom's sexy round butt. "Oh yeaaaa! You are one sexy hot momma! Every man's head will be turning to have a look at you. And if they don't stop and look, they are gay as they come. I may have to hurt every man around you that you don't want to touch you. That is how hot and sexy you are."
"Oh, I'm not all of that. However, I do thank you for the compliment, and that you think I'm all that." I held the door open for mom and then closed and locked the door behind us. Walking out to the driveway, escorting mom on the way, she said. "Let's take my car to save your gas for the workweek."
