If I have posted correctly, this is my entry into the 2017 Literotica Halloween contest. This is also the first time I have been in a writing competition. Please enjoy and vote.
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I guess the way to start this narrative is to introduce myself. My name is Hector and I am a nineteen year old first year student at a college about a two hour drive from home. The car I drove, a current year Ford Mustang was a high school graduation gift from my parents.
Fortunately, my family was well off meaning I had never experienced financial woes at any time in my life. My dad was a big shot lawyer who had seldom been home when I was growing up. Dad had dedicated his life to attaining wealth through his career. Alexandros, usually addressed as Alex, was a large, formerly well built man of Greek heritage. Over the years, Dad had morphed into a fat slob and a drunk.
My mom, Angelika, also of Greek heritage, could have been the exact antithesis of my father. Mom was devoted to our extended family, myself, and our home. Although pushing forty years of age, she had maintained her figure. Family photos from Mom's youth showed a hot young woman with big boobs, long blondish hair to her waist, a flat tummy, and legs that went on forever.
Mom was five eight and despite having given birth to me at the age of nineteen had maintained her figure with only a few pounds added and pouching her tummy. Her boobs, 36C's I knew from snooping, seemed firm yet and gravity defying.
Mom's legs were long and muscular. Her favorite footwear for formal occasions were four inch stilettoes while she favored tight, form fitting dresses and skirts for all occasions. She turned her nose up at pants and jeans. Of course, with her long legs on display, she wore stockings almost every day.
Although over the years I had seen Mom in various stages of undress, I never really paid any attention to her in a sexual way. My female attractions were the girls I went to school with, never having any issues finding a girlfriend. It was only in high school while chatting with some buddies after class had been dismissed for the day, that I began to see Mom as a sexually attractive creature.
One of my guys pointed to a hot blonde walking across the parking lot in our general direction.
"That is one hot momma!" he said pointing her out.
"That woman defines MILF," said another.
"Holy fuck, guys, that's my mom!"
Everyone looked at each other in varying levels of embarrassment before scuttling away. Walking as if she were on a model's runway, Mum came up to me. My eyes opened by the guys, I had to agree with their characterization of her as a MILF.
From that afternoon onward, I sought out opportunities to check out my MILF. It didn't matter if she were in bathing suits or skirts and dresses, I looked at her as a woman and not a mom in the most surreptitious manner I could. Whenever she was out and I was home alone, I would also find my nose in her lingerie drawer. Literally. The perfume she wore adhered to her clean laundry. Her natural perfume, or musk, adhered to her used lingerie in the clothes hamper.
My last summer home before college seemed to find me in a perpetual state of blue balls. It was the hottest summer in recorded history of our area meaning much time was spent in the pool.
A coincidence, no doubt, but with my close friends and their girlfriends visiting almost daily, the girls seem to find themselves in a constant competition to see who had the skimpiest bathing suit, the sexiest body in that bikini, and the most outrageous behaviour in their bikinis.
Mum came out to see what the commotion was all about on one of our earliest days, to catch the girls doing sexy dances and flashing us from their stage on the diving board. Most of the guys preferred the girls flashing one eyes, baring their pussies for a moment, but I was always a tits and ass man.
Busted! Also wearing a bikini, Mom stood at the far end of the pool watching the goings on. The group noticed her almost immediately and called out loud hellos. Of course, the level of raunchiness on the diving board dropped off. I wasn't sure if she had seen the flashings from her angle. Maybe we weren't busted.
After smiling and waving at the group, Mom turned around and returned to the house, signaling me to follow her. I guess she had seen our shenanigans after all.
She was waiting for me in the kitchen. She wasn't smiling.
"Hec, you can't let those girls do that," she said.
"But, Mom, they were just dancing."
"They were not just dancing, Hector. They were also flashing you boys. I don't want that happening in my house."
"But, Mom."
My mother interrupted me.
"No, but moms," she said in a tone indicating she was close to being angry. "I won't have it, young man!"
Conceding defeat, I replied, "Yes, Mom."
"I think you should send your friends home now."
Mom turned and walked away, leaving me with no possible response except to stare at her wriggling ass. As mentioned, I am a tits and ass man. My mother had both and my recent revelation of Mom as a sexy woman meant I always admired her in a bikini.
Just as she was about to leave the room, she turned suddenly, catching me admiring her ass.
"Send them home now, Hector," she demanded.
Lifting my eyes to meet her gaze, I saw a twinkle in her eye and a smile, almost, on her face.
"Yes, Mom, right now."
My friends were obviously disappointed to learn that our afternoon fun had been called to a close. They were all muttering unkind things as they gathered up their things and departed.
I was angry with my mother that she had embarrassed me by sending my friends away. I was also embarrassed that she had caught us in our mild sexual flirting. And, I was more embarrassed that she had caught me staring at her firm and taut ass.
Finding myself standing alone at poolside, I decided to clean the pool. I really only had two chores around the house. Keep my room clean and keep the pool clean in between the weekly visits from the pool guy.
Not much time passed before Mom returned to poolside. To my surprise, in addition to her book and tube of sun screen, Mom was also carrying a glass of wine. She really wasn't much of a drinker, a reaction to my father's overindulgence, I suppose. And, our wine glasses were huge. Dad sized, I guess. From personal experience, I knew you could pour a lot of wine into one glass. Enough to make me tipsy anyway.
Assuming Mom would still be angry with me, I applied myself to cleaning the pool very energetically. Of course, I stole glances at my mother laying on the chaise whenever I could. I even moved around the pool to find the best views of Mom's breasts.
Unfortunately, being focused on Mom's boobs, I tripped over the hose of the pool vacuum. Needless to say, I fell into the water. When climbing out, I was sure some of Mom's laughter was at my expense. My trunks were plastered to my body and my Mom inspired chubby was on display.
I left the poolside area as quickly as possible taking refuge in my room. Later that day, having dried off, I was laying on my bed, only wearing briefs, texting my buddies and listening to music with my headset on.
Catching a flash out of the corner of my eye, I turned to see my mother standing in the doorway. I don't know how long she had been standing there. Her gaze seemed to be lower than my eyes. Was she checking me out? Wondering if that was even possible seemed to breathe life into my dick as it began to grow some more.
Mom wanted to apologise for her behaviour earlier and her chasing my friends away. I apologised to her for disrespecting her by allowing my friends to act that way. My mother walked to the side of my bed and told me she wanted a hug.
I sat up at the side of the bed and before I could stand up, Mom closed the distance between us, pulling me tight against her in that hug. My arms went around her as well.
Mom was still wearing her bikini from earlier that day. And, due to the height difference between us, my head was against Mom's 36C's. She had her arms around me pulling me as tightly as possible against them. My arms were around her waist, hugging her as tightly.
I don't know where I got the nerve to do it but I turned my head so that my lips were against one of her breasts. She jumped a little in response to the shock, I guess, and suddenly her ass was in my hands. Naturally enough, I squeezed her butt cheeks.
Mom allowed that to continue for a minute or three before pushing away from me. She gave me a loving pat on my cheek before turning away and leaving the room. My eyes were glued to her olive skinned ass realizing there was more wriggle than usual. When she stopped in the doorway, my eyes lifted to see her smiling at me and blowing a kiss. I was sure she checked my package before our eyes met.
I wish I could say that in the following days and weeks before summer ended, I saw my mother in various stages of undress. The only wrapped in a towel coming out of the bathroom and such. But, that wasn't the case. We lived in a large house. There was a master en suite and I even had a bathroom of my own. So no clad only in a towel events occurred.
Occasionally Mom would lay outside in the sun. I always did my best to be around the pool on those occasions, waiting patiently to be invited to put lotion on her back or whatever. Never happened.
My father decided we would have a combination end of summer slash going away party for me at our house on the Labour Day weekend. He invited colleagues and clients while I invited my buddies and girlfriends. Being distracted this summer, I had a girlfriend of my own but it wasn't serious. Still, she was there as well.
The party was a success. Alcohol flowed and even we teenagers were able to snag a cocktail or three here and there. At one point, my girlfriend, who had snuck a drink, and I were behind the poolhouse making out.
I don't know why but Mom came looking for me and discovered us with our tongues deep in the other's mouth and my hands all over her ass. She gave us an 'ahem' before turning and walking away. I might have continued with our encounter but my girlfriend, very embarrassed, decided she needed to go home.
By the time, the party attendees, of all ages, were making their exits, my father had quite a load on. Mom had to help him upstairs to their bedroom. Without any prompting, I decided to start cleaning up the mess. Mom was pretty surprised to find me hard at work when she returned.
Looking around, she decided I had done enough for that night.
"Hec, will you turn on the hot tub, please? I want a relaxing soak."
