After spending 2 years in Australia studying the unique animals of the continent at the University of Sidney, I returned home to Chicago. It felt weird: I got used to the foreign accent and began adopting it myself. Hearing 'American' again was nice but I needed to get used to it. The mentality, culture, clothes - they were all so different...
The good news: I didn't have to worry about neighbors barging in uninvited, meals, or laundry. I returned home to my loving mother who was happy to accommodate all my needs.
Mom looked great, as usual. She didn't change much in the 2 years I haven't seen her, except that now she cut her hair shorter. When I left, her hair reached the middle of her back and now it was wavy and shoulder length.
I remembered my friends complaining about their mothers' appearance and attitude, and being jealous of Mom. She was pretty, had a great body, and was extremely nice.
Before leaving for Australia, I had 2 girlfriends with whom I had sex. Both girls were my age, had good figures, and were attractive. However, occasionally, when we had intercourse, I fantasized about doing it with Mom. When I masturbated, Mom was the subject of my imaginary partner 90% of the time. If you'd consider me a pervert, you'd be right. I was ashamed of it and never admitted it to anybody. Until now.
Dad was hardly at home. He owned a clothing factory and was doing extremely well financially, but he barely had time for Mom or me.
...
The first evening after my arrival, Dad was away, and I ate dinner with Mom. I ogled her face and body. She noticed and grinned, "Honey, it's good to know that men still notice me at my age. With Dad out of the house so much, I keep forgetting I am a woman who used to be attractive in my youth."
I gazed at her, "Mom, I don't understand what you mean. You are still one of the most attractive ladies I've ever seen."
She smiled, "I didn't expect to hear anything less from my son. I know you love me, and your feelings cloud your eyes and brain. But thank you anyway."
"Mom, your... 25th birthday is a week from now. What would you like me to buy for you?"
"Honey, it reminds me. Dad and I haven't had a vacation together in 3 years. He asked me the same question, and I told him I wished to travel with him to Paris for a week. He hesitated, but in the end, he agreed. He asked me to take care of the arrangements, so I bought flight tickets, a nice luxurious hotel downtown, and tickets to good shows. Would you like to join us? It will be fun."
"Mother, you and Dad should go and feel young again. You do not need a third wheel. While you're gone, I'll start looking for an apartment. I e-mailed zoos in the area and got encouraging responses from 2 of them, asking me to come for an interview. One even offered me the job of running the marsupial section. Hopefully, by the time you guys return, I'll know better where I stand."
"OK, honey. But if you change your mind, let me know."
Mom looked very cheerful during the evening. It might have been partly because I was back after years away, but I had a hunch that Dad's agreeing to travel with her to Paris was also an important factor.
In the next few days, I met some old friends, watched a lot of TV, and had my first interview. I was very nervous and didn't remember much about what we talked about. However, after 40 minutes, Mr. Thompson stood up, extended his arm to me, and announced, "Allen, congratulations. You impressed me with your knowledge and enthusiasm. I'll let you run the marsupial area in our zoo. The job is for one year on a trial basis. If I see that you are as good as you sound, the job is yours for 5 years with a raise. When can you start?"
I was stunned. I mumbled, "If it's OK with you, I'd like 2 weeks to settle down before starting."
He chuckled, "Take your time. We haven't had a qualified person for 3 months since the former guy went back to Melbourne."
I was elated and told Mom. She was happy for me, and we celebrated with a glass of Champagne. Later, the same evening, a friend of Mom asked her for help preparing a big party. Mom left and I sat in front of the TV to watch an English soccer game.
About 15 minutes into the game, I heard the front door open. I asked, "Mom, what kind of help she needed if it had taken such a short time?"
Dad answered, "Allen, it's me. I finished early and decided to show my face at home..."
I laughed, "You just missed Mom. She went to help Rachel and will probably be back late."
He glanced at me for a long time and then blurted, "I would have loved to spend the evening with both of you. But there was also a subject I wanted to discuss with YOU without your mother hearing it. You see, I don't think I can go with Mom to Paris..."
"Dad, you promised Mom, and she was so happy that you two would spend quality time together! It's her birthday. Please, reconsider."
Dad seemed reluctant to talk but eventually said, "Son, all my life, I was afraid of flying. I thought that with time, I'd overcome it, but the other night, I dreamt I was on the plane to Europe and began relentless vomiting. It's too late now to change the flight to a boat. I thought you'd like to take my place and accompany Mom."
"Dad, Paris ranks among my favorite places to travel to, but Mom deserves to have YOU with her. You owe it to her. You promised!"
"I know, and I feel bad about it, but suffering for many hours on both flights is something I dread."
"She already bought plane tickets, booked a hotel, and even reserved some shows and restaurants."
"Look, money is a non-issue. Switch my flight ticket from my name to yours, and if the airline insists on charging the full price, I'll accept. I feel sad to disappoint Mom, but she hasn't seen you in years, and going together will still be enjoyable."
"Dad, you will have to tell Mom about your decision and apologize. She will be so upset, she might cancel it altogether."
"Go online and switch my name to yours, whatever the price be. I'll talk to Mom when she's back."
I was able to change Dad's name on the ticket to mine after adding half the ticket price. I felt terrible about the whole idea and was concerned of Mom's reaction.
At 10:30 pm, I went to sleep. I woke up an hour later, hearing shouts and cries. I knew immediately that the quarrel was about Dad's refusal to travel to Europe. I couldn't hear everything said and decided to stay in my room. Eventually, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up at 8:30 and went to the kitchen. Dad was gone. Mom wore a robe, and her eyes were reddish. It was obvious she cried earlier.
I hugged her, "I am sorry Dad could not make it. I know I am not an ideal replacement, but I promise to do everything I can to make your birthday trip as fun as possible."
I saw tears in her eyes, "Allen, it's not your fault. Thank you for being gracious and agreeing to spend your precious time with an oldie rather than your own age."
"Mom, I love you, and I am happy to do it with you. And please, stop mentioning the age difference. You look fantastic and much younger than your biological age."
She kissed my cheek, "You are the best son ever!"
In the days until our flight, I saw Dad only once for a brief moment. He must have felt terrible about not fulfilling his promise and elected to hide from Mom's fury.
...
Our flight to Paris was a redeye and lasted 8 hours. Mom slept most of the time while I watched several movies and dozed for the last 2 hours. When we landed, I woke up and saw Mom looking refreshed and smiley. After going through security and customs, we called an Uber, and 35 minutes later, we arrived at our hotel.
La Maison Favart was a boutique hotel in the center of the city. It had a good reputation and excellent reviews. We were lucky that our room was ready for us. I told Mom that we were fortunate. She winked at me and whispered, "The receptionist was more fortunate - I tipped him handsomely to end up lucky... Your father bailed out on me, and I have no intention of sparing his money in Paris!"
Our deluxe room was gorgeous. Everything was elegant and screamed nobility and richness. I have never seen such a beautiful room. The bathroom was fit for a king - One had to see it to understand what I felt.
There was only one problem: The spacious room had a single king size bed and no second bed. Mom didn't say anything, and I stayed silent, too. We rested for half an hour and then decided to stroll around. It was a sunny day, and the temperature was around 70 degrees. Did I mention perfect weather?...
We looked at the map of Paris and noticed that our hotel was smack in the middle of all the attractions. We walked toward the Opera House and Galleries Lafayette. We passed many small restaurants and colorful shops but elected to continue strolling rather than go inside.
Mom's mood had improved dramatically in the fresh air. She took my hand in hers, and we wandered around, trying to absorb the beauty of the small streets. At one point, we stopped near a creperie and ate French crepes. Mom took crepe Suzette and I chose a sweeter one with banana and strawberry inside. We shared them and liked both. We also drank a glass of Pinot Noir. Fantastic. No wonder French cuisine is famous all over the world...
We continued walking until dusk. The dim lights made the streets look very romantic. I hugged Mom's shoulder, and we strolled for another 1/2 hour in the Tuileries Garden, watching the multiple statues.
Toward 8 pm, Mom had enough. She was tired. My adrenaline kept me going, but it was time to return to our hotel.
Mom declared she was going to shower. When she was in the bathroom, I arranged the bed covers, wondering if Mom realized we'd spend the night in the same bed. I watched CNN until Mom came out, wearing a long, nice robe. Then it was my turn.
By the time I was done, our room was dark, and Mom was under the covers on one side of the bed. I had only my boxers on. I entered the other side, turned my back to her, and was ready to sleep. The jetlag and the soft mattress kept me awake for about an hour. I stayed on my back, hoping not to wake Mom.
Just before I fell asleep, Mom stood up and went to the bathroom. She wore a transparent babydoll and her body was easily seen in the dark room due to the light in the bathroom. God, her body was amazing! Her C cup tits stood proudly forward, with the dark nipples pointing slightly upward. Her shapely legs glided rather than walked, and her bubbly butt cheeks... My prick started hardening. She was in the bathroom for less than 10 minutes, but during that time, my organ was already at full mast thinking about her terrific body. I dreamt about her body infinite times before but now was the first time I actually saw it. It was even more voluptuous than I envisioned in my fantasies.
Mom wasn't aware I was awake. She lay in bed for a moment, and then she began weeping. I waited for her to stop for a couple of minutes but her cry turned louder.
