Chris looked out the window of the plane as it circled around the medium-sized midwestern city that he called home. He took a deep breath and enjoyed thinking about absolutely nothing. He was not the type that generally took much time just to do nothing. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he was so beat, and longed to have nothing on his mind for a few days. Fortunately, thats all there was to do at home.
For his whole life Chris had moved from one goal to the next, tackling every obstacle with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of energy. He worked hard in high school to get into a good college, and he worked hard in college to get into a good law school. And after three years of law school, he studied hard to pass the bar. His hard work had been rewarded. He had a great job lined up in New York. Fortunately, he had almost two months off before he was scheduled to start working. He was glad. Unlike many other law students, who took the opportunity to go visit exotic places, Chris was in no mood for adventure. He was perfectly content to go home and worry about nothing except baseball and reading some good fiction.
Chris got off the plane and walked down the corridor to meet his mother, Sandy. As he picked her out of the crowd he was filled with warm feelings. Her smiling face showed that she was also quite looking forward to seeing her only son. Chris noticed that Sandy was wearing a white tanktop tshirt, tucked into black shorts shorts. Chris was well aware that his mother was a very attractive woman. She was about five and a half feet tall and she had strawberry blonde hair. She also had fairly large breasts, which he sometimes imagined would be slightly more than a handful. She also kept herself in great shape. As a result, she had always been able to wear summer clothes to great effect. Even pushing 50 years of age, she had a flat tummy and her legs looked like she was in her 20s.
Chris embraced his mother, feeling her soft breasts crush against his chest through her bra. She pecked him briefly on the lips and took his hand as they walked to the baggage. They chatted easily, and Chris could feel the tension accumulated over the summer of intense studying start to slip away in the presence of his mother. He felt nothing but comfortable with her, and he was certainly glad to be home.
They drove home with the windows down, letting the air cool them instead of using the AC. It was about 80 degrees and sunny - a beautiful day in late July. Chris took in the familiar sights as they drove along. In addition to the parks and schools, Chris' attention was drawn to his mother's cleavage. His eyes were initially drawn by the glint of the simple gold cross that his mother always wore. It settled nicely just where the clefts of her breasts began to rise. His eyes followed the inviting lines to take in the three inches of exposed flesh. He appreciated the way they shook slightly, with the bouncing of the car. He tried to be careful not to stare too much, but he was out of practice and his mind was not sharp. Her eyes caught his as he drew them away from her chest. He caught the beginnings of the smile on her lips as she refocused her eyes on the road. Chris chided himself silently and tried to keep his eyes off of his gorgeous mother. But he couldn't help himself and with one last peek at her chest he thought he saw her nipples beginning to poke through her bra and tshirt. He started to harden at the thought of it.
When they got home, his mother opened the door to their big, empty house. His sister still lived in the city, but she attended college and lived apart from his parents. Chris' figured his father was still at work, unable to enjoy the wonderful summer weather.
"Why don't you take your stuff upstairs and get relaxed. I'm gonna start on dinner," Sandy suggested.
Nodding in appreciation, Chris hauled his bags up the stairs. Reaching his childhood room, he lay down on the bed and let the happy thoughts associated with home spill through his head. He loved it here, what with the big midwestern rooms and large yard of their corner suburban lot. He let some of the good memories of his childhood wash over him. Strangely, he found himself thinking about his mother. He recalled an image of her wearing a white bikini at the beach, and how he had watched a bead of sweat trickle from her collarbone down into the depths of her cleavage. Or the time he was burying her in the sand and he was able to make out the outline of her vagina lips through her bikini bottoms. Or how she looked with her breasts bouncing in her sports bra as she jogged around the block.
Chris quickly opened his eyes and adjusted his hard cock so it didn't show. Where were these thoughts coming from? He had nothing but respect for his mother, and he had always appreciated her beauty in what he thought was a platonic way. Why did he have these memories of her pussy lips or her bouncing breasts now? He didn't remember thinking about her in a sexy way when he first observed these images. But there was no doubt he was thinking of her in a sexy way right now. Maybe I'm just stressed and happy to be home, he thought. He also noted that he hadn't had an orgasm in quite a while, and he hadn't gotten laid in even more than a while. The stress of passing the bar had put getting some action on the back burner. All that saved up sexual energy must just be coming out now that I'm done, and my mom was the first woman I saw, he told himself.
But a part of Chris' mind told him that his rationalizations were just that. His balls were tingling and the tip of his cock was extremely sensitive. He brushed his hand over his penis and felt it respond. He considered having a jerk, but he decided against it. He enjoyed the feeling of sexual energy, but even more than that, he liked how exciting he found these newfound thoughts about his mother. Part of his mind told him that he shouldn't be thinking about her body. But a much deeper part of him was thrilled by the new and taboo subject matter.
Without thinking too much more, Chris jumped up off the bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. He found his mom at the sink, peeling carrots for a salad. Her butt wiggled as she made the effort to scrape the carrots clean. As she whipped around to greet him, Chris quickly moved his eyes away from her butt and he smiled at her somewhat awkwardly. He had never had to think so much about not oggling his mother. But as he moved to meet her gaze, a feeling of ecstacy swept through his body - she looked absolutely gorgeous. The rich, muted light of the summer evening streamed through the window behind her highlighting her beautiful features and reddish-gold hair in a way that melted Chris' insides. The moment seemed to resist the movement of time. Chris was overwhelmed by the feelings he held for this woman, feelings that he had always held deep inside, but which were now pouring through the barriers of his consciousness.
"How about a beer?" Sandy asked, breaking through the transcendent moment and bringing Chris back to reality.
Realizing that he was standing with his mouth agape, Chris moved to compose himself.
"Sure mom. I'd love a beer," Sam said, noticing that his mother had a glass of wine going. He didn't remember her drinking very much, and thought that this must be a new habit.
As Sandy bent down to grab a bottle from the lowest shelf in the fridge, Chris did not miss the opportunity to watch her shorts ride up into the crack of her butt, exposing her long and firm thighs all the way to their nexus. Chris' cock was at full attention. His whole body seemed to be infused with sexual energy, coursing outwards from his cock. Never in his life had he felt so alive with sexual energy. Unfortunately, he didn't have anywhere to release his sexual frenzy for the next couple of months. But if his subconscious were speaking, it would say that there was only one object for his growing passion, and she stood only feet away from him.
Chris sat back and chatted lightly with Sandy as she continued to prepare dinner. He filled her in on his life and she listened with interest as she continued to prepare dinner. The beer felt good, and he loved hanging out with his mom. The growing realization of his mom's sexuality added to the pleasantness of his surroundings. Each movement she made in the kitchen brought new sexual thoughts into Chris' mind. She was preparing hamburgers to cook on their patio grill, and Chris was admiring her legs as they tensed while she formed the patties.
Just then, the phone rang and Chris moved to answer it. It was his father, Rob. Chris was glad to hear his voice, but he was not as upset as he might have been at his father's news that he would be staying late at the office. After catching up some, Chris left his dad to his work and hung up the phone.
Sandy, having heard one side of the conversation said "I'm sorry your father can't make it home tonight. At least Diane will be here so your homecoming isn't just you and me." Chris didn't think homecoming alone with his mother sounded bad at all, but he was looking forward to seeing his sister.
Chris then went outside and started up the grill. He was glad his parents kept a charcoal grill instead of a gas one. He liked the ritual of getting it started and the smell of the coals, not to mention the taste of good outdoor barbecue food. He used an electric starter and piled the coals around it so they would begin to brun. Then he went back inside and found his mom sitting at the table. She had refilled her wine glass, and he decided to get another beer. He suggested that they go outside and enjoy the evening while the grill heated up.
Sandy and Chris sat down in the chaises longues on their patio and appreciated the gorgeous evening weather. There were few bugs, it was a perfect temperature and the neighborhood was alive with the sounds of kids playing and adults gathering in their yards.
"BethAnn looks like she's pregnant again" said Sandy, nodding across the street at a woman who was watching as three young children were racing around on skateboards.
"What is that number four for her?"
"Yah, and she's not even Catholic like we are" said his mom. Chris had never considered his parents views on birth control. They were hardly strictly religious, although they did attend Church every week.
"Hah - I bet you and dad would've had more than two if you were strict Catholics!" Chris replied.
"Just what are you suggesting young man? That your pious old mother would commit a sin such as using birth control?" she asked, taking mock offense. Just the idea of his mother talking about sex had Chris rock hard. His body pulsed with sexual energy. He wanted to keep on the subject of sex.
Chris turned to look at her and joked, "I have no doubt you are as pure as the Virgin Mary, dear sweet mother." Her legs were drawn up against her, holding a pose that showed the back of her legs all the way up to the start of her butt. He pretended not to look.
"No way man - the Virgin Mary missed out on the fun part." Chris couldn't believe they were directly talking about sex. They had never done so before. He wanted his mother to show him her fun parts, and in only half a day that desire had come to consume him.
