"Mom, I'll be ready in 20 minutes."
"OK, but don't be late if you want your favorite dish nice and warm!"
Unfortunately I wasn't able to finish my computer work in the next 15 minutes.
I sighed and closed my laptop. I'll finalize it later.
I put on a clean shirt and went to the kitchen.
Mom was with her back to me, putting the final touches on the dessert.
I came behind her and hugged her waist, "Mom, I am already 25 years old and you treat me like a baby!"
"Honey, you ARE my baby boy and I love you. You helped me many times filling necessary documents, fixing the sink, taking the garbage out, driving me after the accident... Why can't I spoil you once in a blue moon with your favorite meal?"
"Because it takes a lot of effort and time..."
"So what?! Do I look like I am in a hurry to go somewhere? Your father goes 3 evenings a week to the health club to exercise, while I do mine in the mornings, so later in the day I am free. And it is especially nice to have my son to myself for a change..."
"Mom, I love you too and you know it. I am married now, so I have less time to spend with you..."
"I know darling, I do not blame you, but I miss you a lot. Your mother is a complainer, so don't take it seriously..."
I turned mom around and kissed her forehead lovingly, "I had a discussion with Doris last night. She mentioned that she wanted to join a dancing course 2 evenings a week.
She knows how much I hate dancing, so she said that I didn't have to join. Two of her coworkers will also be there with her. I was relieved. What it means is that now I may have more time to annoy you..."
Mom's million dollar smile always brightened my day. It was now on full display.
"Baby... Sorry Mike, I keep forgetting that you hate it when I do not address you as an adult. If you have more time to spend with your old mother... I'll be happy!"
"Mom, stop exaggerating! You are in the prime of your life and look much better than 95% of much younger women!"
Whining, "So some women are prettier than me. I'll have to fix it as soon as possible.
Do you think that the best way to do it is by going to yoga? A lot of make up? Plastic surgery?..."
I laughed, "In my opinion you are the prettiest woman in the world! If you want to improve on ANYTHING, you can easily do it by wearing different clothes. Mom, we can talk about it later. Let's eat before all of your culinary efforts turn into a burned mishmash."
"Yes, let's eat, but you owe me an explanation about your nasty remark concerning my clothes!"
The slow cooked orange chicken was delicious. The brown rice and small pickled cucumbers on the side made it perfect!
"Mom, I'd say that the meal was worth 9.3 on the Michelin scale."
"What was missing to make it 10?"
"A dessert! ANY dessert that has chocolate in it!..."
"You are so impatient! If you look in the fridge, a chocolate pudding is waiting there just for you. In the second drawer you'll find a fresh chocolate cake. And if you pay more attention to the shelf on your right, you can see a variety of Leonidas pralines!..."
"Mom, I apologize... You deserve 10.3 out of 10... Can I make it up to you by offering my advice about your clothes?"
"I see that you are in the mood to criticize your mother today. Wait here, I am going to bring my wooden spoon and beat you up!"
I hugged my mother and kissed her cheek, "Mom, you are young and attractive. But it seems to me that you dress up to COVER yourself instead of using nicer clothes and being proud of how you look!"
"Mike, I am married now. What do you expect me to wear outside? A bikini?..."
"Woman, you'd look fantastic in a bikini, but my intention was different. Keep your formal 'old-lady-suits' in the closet and begin wearing them when you turn 70. Start having on nice dresses, skirts and tighter blouses. Are you ashamed of your body?..."
"Oh boy! I am 46 now. Your suggestion is that I dress up like a 20 something..."
"Mom, since I hardly see dad around lately, I'll have to take over. Your 46 birthday is 3 weeks from now. I plan to buy you several items and force you to wear them when you are with me. You will have them on when we go to a restaurant, to a movie or just stroll around! And you better say 'yes', or I am not visiting you anymore. I can just call you on the phone or zoom with you like other people my age do with their moms..."
Whining, "This is my son, who pretends to love me... blackmails me... I used to think that MY BIRTHDAY was supposed to be MY day!..."
"Mom, take it or leave it!"
"...I'll take it, but don't be surprised if one day I'll hit you hard!..."
"I know... And I am scared already."
I kissed her cheek one more time, "Mom, thanks again for slaving to make my favorite food. I'll see you again Wednesday."
I went home and finished preparing the slides for my talk.
Doris, my wife, wasn't home.
I relaxed in front of my TV. There wasn't any program that interested me, so I started reminiscing about my life...
My dad, Chris, was 48 years old, 6'2", 210lbs. He was an excellent wide receiver in college, where he met my mom, Vivian. She was a 5'3" beauty on the cheerleading team. They married 27 years ago and had me, their only child, 2 years later.
Dad started as a construction worker and at present he is a team leader.
Mom became a librarian and these days she works part time in the local library.
I inherited my father's body (I am 6'1", 200lbs), but I am less rough-mannered.
I guess mentally I am 'a softy', more like my mother...
Three years ago I married my sweetheart, Doris, and we live 7 blocks from my parents.
Doris's parents moved to Oklahoma years ago and we meet once a year on a holiday.
We used to visit my parents more often before, but lately Doris and I became busier, so all 4 of us meet about once a month for dinner.
Doris is a high school teacher.
I just got promoted to a system analyst in a company that works closely with Microsoft.
Doris and I have comfortable life. We've decided to wait before bringing children to the world. Our salaries are reasonable and every now and then we take time to travel.
Among the two of us, Doris is the more adventurous one, whether it's the clothes she chooses to wear, a more strenuous hike or bungy jumping on a trip, or... in sex.
As I mentioned before, unlike my rough-demeanor father and extrovert adventurous wife, my personality closely resembled my mother's. Both of us were always somewhat emotional, but more introvert and less boisterous or aggressive.
Dad was much of the time busier outside the house, so we hardly connected. Mom tried to fill the gap by being there for me every time I needed somebody. Mom never hit me or shouted at me, even on occasions that I screwed up ( Like when I went to my neighbor's house and picked peaches without permission... or when my football left a dent on her car...).
I guess I loved mom since birth.
My feelings toward her changed when my hormones started affecting my brain.
On my 18th birthday I came home early and stayed in my room with my door open.
Mom was in the bathroom and was not aware of me being home.
I saw her coming out of the shower naked with a towel wrapped around her hair.
With my mouth agape I watched her strolling slowly toward her bedroom, singing a famous Madonna tune.
She didn't have any make up on... and looked very amazing!
Her full naked tits were proudly protruding forward, displaying dark pink nipples.
Her tummy was flat. The mound had very little hair.
On her back side the ass cheeks were round and sexy, ending up with a perfect waistline and down with shapely legs.
I was mesmerized.
Only when mom was about to enter her bedroom she noticed me.
Her first reaction was to remove the towel from her hair and cover her chest and pubic area, "Mike, I didn't know you were at home... Sorry to walk naked like this..."
I was still speechless and it took me a long time to recover.
Then embarrassingly I mumbled, "Mom, it's not your fault. I should have verified that no one was in the bathroom..."
"Well son, if you are still shocked after seeing an old body in the nude... What can I say, I am no longer a teenager..."
"Mom, you are better looking than any teenager and I love you."
However, since that day I began thinking of mom differently.
She was no longer my loving mother, but a VERY SEXY loving mother.
If she knew how many deviant fantasies I had in my head that involved her, she'd probably kick me out of the house...
As a total freak I checked her drawers, touched her 34C soft bras and sniffed her colorful panties. While embarrassing to admit it, I used some of her soiled items during masturbations too...
I kept it a secret from everybody, but in my wildest imagination, mom would one day be mine...
I met Doris in my 11th grade. I was attracted to her from first sight. She was 5'2", 115lbs...
You guessed right - She looked a lot like mom, although her hair was longer.
On our wedding night some guests confused mom and Doris to be sisters!
Dad was joking too, "Vivian, your young sister looks fantastic. Should I have married her instead?" I recall mom blushing and Doris laughing her ass off...
The next weekend I took mom shopping.
She protested, but I insisted.
Beforehand I checked on-line women clothing stores near us and led her to one of them.
Inside the store she went by herself in one direction and I moved the opposite way. We agreed to meet 15 minutes later.
After 20 minutes I saw her. She was holding 2 items. A gray long skirt and a blue loose blouse.
"Mom, what you chose will look nice on you in 20-30 years. In the meantime, I want you to try these."
She stared at my selection - 2 skirts and 2 blouses.
She blurted, "Mike, you know that I love you and want you to be proud of me, but the things you picked are for younger girls..."
"Mom, I don't need to tell you that chronological age has nothing to do with appearance. You are gorgeous and have nothing to hide. Don't flaunt your assets, but I do not see a reason to hide anything either! Please try them and we'll see how they look on you."
She gave up and went to measure a beige skirt with a light blue, somewhat tight blouse.
She came out of the fitting room and gazed at me.
I was in awe! She looked amazing. All of a sudden her nice legs were breathing fresh air and her ample breasts were noticeable!
"Mike, I think that the blouse is too small."
I brought her a similar blouse that was one size bigger. This one was more loose on her chest and in my opinion too big, but it was a good beginning, so I didn't argue.