The "Mom and I" series was taken from my other group of stories listed under Shoeslayer.
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Mom decided to have a Christmas party at her home and of course all family was invited. She called me up to ask if I could come and put up some outside lights, and I told her I could and would be over a bit later. I had to wonder if there was going to be a surprise for me or not. But mom was as good as her word. She said she would have a few surprises but did not say when she would have them.
I got to her place around three and she walked over to me wearing her glasses and gave me a nice tight hug. I could feel her bosoms pressing against me. She had the two upper buttons of her white ruffled blouse undone, giving me a nice peak at her ample breasts.
Mom told me where she wanted the lights and in an hour or so her place was nicely decorated. I went back into her home.
"Did you have a nice time with my bra and half-glasses when you got home that night?"
"Yes mom, that was so loving of you."
"Is my bra nice and stiff, like your socks after you wear them a week or two?"
"Stiffer mom, that bra is so filled it walks on its own."
"Do me a favor and clean these for me?" She asked as she handed me her glasses.
I did so and they sparkled as Flannel does a fine with glasses. I gave them back to her. I had a couple of pics I thought mom would like to see. I was wearing a black skirt with a white ruffled blouse and black patent three inch heels along with ear rings and a string of small pearls. The other pic was the same, heels and skirt but a navy blue top with white lace.
"Close your eyes mom."
"So you have a surprise for me, do you?"
I put the pics in front of her and said," Open."
She did and saw at once the picture of her son. Mom was giving her half-glasses a good work out as she looked for a few minutes not saying a word but when she spoke, she said,
"You dress like your mom, skirt and blouse. I like that."
"I think it is so nice you take pride in your other side, what name do you go by?"
"Ramona." I told her.
"Sounds like a good Italian name, Is that why you picked it?"
"I like that it sounds Italian and Bob Dylan does a good song about a woman called Ramona."
I was very pleased mom liked the pics and that she knew I took my other side quite seriously.
"John you have changed so much in ways, I remember dad talking about the way you dressed for work, He expected red cross packages to be dropped from the sky as it appeared you were one of the guys from Hogans's Heroe's, at least now you take great pride in your appearance."
"John, would you come over here sometime dressed up?"
