On this particular Saturday at the beginning of May, Sherry left her house earlier than usual to make the two hour drive to Eric's apartment. The weather report had said it was going to be unseasonably warm, which translated to hot and sticky for the Florida university town where her only son was now living. She wanted to get there before the more intense heat of the noon hour took hold.
This was her son's second year, but his first living in his own apartment. Except for holidays when Eric went back home to stay with her, Sherry had driven to see him every weekend since the start of the school year. Since Eric's father had walked out on them three years ago, she and her son had grown extremely close. Without Eric's love and support, Sherry didn't know how she would've gotten through such a painful ordeal. In losing a husband, she discovered there was an exceptional man in her son and that made it all worthwhile. By now, she barely ever thought about her ex and the pain he caused.
She knew having his mother stay at his first college apartment every weekend probably wasn't what he expected when there were always parties and sexy young coeds to flirt with. Eric never uttered one word of complaint, though. He always made his mother feel like he was happy to see her and wouldn't dream of spending his weekends with anyone else.
Sherry realized Eric had to understand how pathetically lonely she would've felt being home alone on the weekends. She sometimes thought she should try being a better mother and stop leaning on her son too much, but he was the only man in the family now, their tiny family of two. Every time she thought about dating again, the logic of it made sense but her heart wasn't in it. Her ex tossing her aside for someone younger had left her with a deep-seated aversion to men her age. She'd had plenty of offers, even before ending up single again, but she always turned them down.
At thirty-nine, Sherry was still young, but looked even younger. She'd always taken good care of herself and with her long, chestnut brown hair she was still as beautiful as she was twenty years ago. She wasn't as thin as she used to be, but her weight was far from being out of control. If anything, the extra thickness in her ass and thighs was appealing to a lot of men, even if she was always trying to lose a little weight. In the end, though, it seemed like all the men around her age eventually went for someone younger. She wasn't about to go through that all over again.
Her tits were bigger and fuller than they were twenty years ago, too, filling her double D cup bras practically to overflowing. It was hard not to feel proud of them. The woman's bust was not only big and prominent, but her orbs were beautifully shaped with just the right amount of hang and swivel. She'd even caught her son looking at them more times than she could count, and it always made her smile. It probably would've felt weird to most women, but she liked knowing her son noticed her curves. A simple glance from him was enough to make her prominent nipples swell and dent whatever outfit she was wearing.
Yet more often than not Sherry's tits were also a problem. If she didn't dress to hide them as much as possible, she only got that much more unwanted attention from exactly the type of men she wanted to avoid. Sometimes it was even friends of her ex that would hit on her, which always left her feeling icky. The only times she felt like she could relax about how she dressed were when she was home alone or on the weekends at Eric's. If she decided she felt like lounging around in a tank top without a bra, her son was the only one who saw her.
Whenever she caught Eric sneaking looks at her legs or tits when he thought she didn't know, she wrote it off as being a nineteen year old's natural curiosity. It wasn't like her own son would actually look at her sexually. And on the few occasions they went out to a restaurant or movie where his friends from campus might show up, she'd caught some of them checking her out, too. She liked knowing she could still turn a young guy's head, but she didn't try to fool herself into thinking they'd actually see her as being as sexy as their college aged girlfriends. Yet nothing made her smile the same way as when she caught Eric checking her out. It was his opinion that mattered the most.
She knew it wasn't exactly normal to like the way her son looked at her so much, especially since she probably thought about it way more than he did. But Eric was such a special boy. He wasn't even a boy anymore. He was at the ripening brink of young manhood, and he'd been so good to her ever since the break-up. Above and beyond any average son, he was already more of a man than his father ever dreamed of being. And the fact that he was so handsome and well-built only made her that much prouder. Eric was indeed something special, and at least half the reason she never dated anyone was because she didn't want to miss out on their weekends together. He was much better company than any other man she knew.
With the forecast being what it was, Sherry decided to wear the new shorts she got a few days ago. They were stretch denim, so she didn't mind how tight they were, but she wasn't totally comfortable with the way they let the very bottom curves of her ass cheeks show. Yet it seemed that was the only style available. She'd tried on larger sizes that didn't reveal her ass so much, but they were too loose at the waist and she'd never feel comfortable in those. She certainly wasn't fat, but her ass was bigger than it used to be. Too big to be wearing shorts like the ones she had on every day. She could never wear them anyplace except at home or Eric's, or of course in the car. No one could see her ass hanging out of them while she was driving.
Besides, it wouldn't hurt to let her son enjoy a look at his mother's ass and legs. It would give her an extra thrill late that night when she fingered herself while he was asleep. It was a wicked little secret for a mother to keep, but she kept it hidden and didn't see how she was doing any harm. Besides, by now she was already addicted to the orgasms she was having in her most private moments.
Also because of the heat expected this weekend, Sherry decided to forego wearing a bra and put on a light blue tank top for the ride. A bra in this heat would've been torture. Even so, the voluptuous brunette enjoyed the freedom of going braless. Despite a few disadvantages, she liked having big tits. She loved feeling the way they moved freely under her clothes at times like this when she was bold enough to go braless. Her nipples were highly sensitive, like they were sexual organs in and of themselves. And since she'd been masturbating more than ever the past three years, she loved the extra stimulation she could give herself playing with her hefty orbs and their throbbing nubs.
As the divorced mother drove closer and closer to her son's apartment, she giggled when she thought of the look he'd get on his face when he saw his busty mommy in a tank top and no bra. It wasn't the type of thing a normal mother should encourage, but no one ever made her feel beautiful the way Eric could without even trying.
By the time she reached her son's building and parked the car, Sherry was excited to see her handsome son. She felt hot and sexy in her new outfit despite her misgivings about buying it, and she found herself hoping his eyes would go wide at the sight of her. It always felt good to get away from home and spend time with her man, but today she was in a rare mood. Maybe it had something to do with the way she was dressed, but it seemed as if her pussy had been tingling every mile of the way to get there.
She got her weekend luggage out from the trunk of her car and felt like she was floating up in the elevator to Eric's floor. She probably should have texted him to let him know she was early, but she didn't think he would mind. Eric was always happy to see his loving, pretty mama.
She let herself into the apartment with the key he had insisted she keep. It was around ten-thirty and the small yet comfortable place looked quiet and empty. Eric was probably just sleeping late, she surmised. She usually arrived around noon and he was always waiting to welcome her with his handsome smile and a long, tight, booby crushing hug. The bedroom door was closed, though, so Sherry assumed he was still in bed. She decided to let him keep sleeping. They could wait until later to put fresh sheets on his bed for her. He always insisted his mother take the bedroom while he slept on the couch. She wouldn't have minded the couch herself, but letting him pamper her in little ways like that made them both feel good.
Meanwhile, Sherry discovered a sink full of cups and dishes. She set her things down near the couch and crossed the open floor area into the kitchen, then started to wash what was in the sink. She probably should have chided him more about cleaning up his kitchen, but she enjoyed doing these little, domestic things for him. Since he'd left for school, she was surprised by how much she missed picking up after him: washing his dishes, picking his laundry up off the floor and washing that for him, too.
She might've been a hot looking, voluptuous MILF packed into an outfit that would've looked at home on a porn star, but she was still the doting mother of a college boy. Sherry was about halfway through the dishes when she heard a young, female voice from behind her.
"Oh, um, hey. You must be Eric's mom. I recognize you from your picture."
Sherry shut off the water and turned, grabbing a dish towel to dry her hands at the same time. There was a girl about her son's age standing there in a T shirt she recognized as his. The girl was clearly naked underneath. She had large, freely wobbling tits underneath while the bottom of the shirt barely came past the level of her pussy. The girl's hair was long and the same, rich shade of brown as Sherry's. It was almost like looking at a younger version of herself. Sherry was caught off-guard and didn't know what to say.
"I'm Leeann," the girl said, smiling. "Eric thought you were coming later. I was supposed to skedaddle before you got here. He was very clear about that," she giggled.
It took a moment for Sherry to find her voice. She tried to set aside any questions as to why her son would have just spent the night with a girl who looked so much like his mother she could've been her younger sister.
"Oh, uhh, that's alright," said Sherry. "I like meeting my son's ... friends."
Leann smirked, but then Sherry felt the younger girl's curious gaze. She wasn't sure if it was because she was also noticing the resemblance between them or if she was just surprised by Sherry's outfit. She wouldn't see very many mothers going to visit their sons at school dressed the way Sherry was. Then again, precious few of them probably had Sherry's impressive looks and body.
Meanwhile, Sherry was full of questions she knew she shouldn't ask, like was she seeing Eric regularly or was this just a casual hookup? Maybe she was a friend with benefits, but Sherry didn't want to come off sounding like a nosy, overprotective mother. Even worse, she didn't want to risk sounding like a jealous girlfriend.
"It's nice to meet you," the younger girl said graciously, even if she was looking intensely at the older woman. Yet she had a sweet smile. "I guess I better get ready to go, though."
"Oh, don't rush off just because of me." Sherry was curious about the girl, but it also felt a little weird running into someone else at her son's apartment. So far, they only ran into his university friends on the few occasions they would go out. For Sherry, her son's apartment had become like a private sanctuary for their weekly time together. Now it was almost like it was being invaded by a sweet coed who looked entirely too much like Sherry for comfort.
Leann seemed nice enough on the surface, but it was impossible to forget the pretty coed had just spent the night in her son's bed. Sherry was ashamed to realize that the brewing emotion in the pit of her stomach was jealousy, but she was doing her best to keep it from showing. Judging from the smirk on the younger woman's face she probably wasn't doing a very good job. She also had the look of a girl who'd been happily fucked, and Sherry felt herself clench.
"Thanks," Leann said. "But I have to work the lunch rush at my job today."
A working college girl, Sherry thought. Instead of finding that to be a point in the girl's favor, it only made Eric's mother feel more jealous for some, weird reason. The jealousy was weird enough all on its own.
"How nice. Where do you work?" the mother asked.
"Hooters," Leeann replied without skipping a beat.
Sherry saw a brief flash in her mind of the girl in her Hooter's uniform, with her impossibly rounded ass packed into those tiny shorts. Shorts that were almost as skimpy as the ones Sherry was wearing.
"Besides," the younger woman added, "Eric's really protective of his weekends, so I know he doesn't want me hanging around any longer than I have to. Now I can see why."
Sherry caught a devious twinkle in the coed's eye. It was almost lewd, considering her thinly veiled suggestion. Yet the scantily clad divorcee couldn't stop the heated blush from betraying her.
"My son and I are just ... well, we're very close. Since my divorce, he's been very ... helpful ... supportive. He's a very special young man."
