It feels weird when your mom looks good in a thong. It feels even weirder when you are pulling that thong away from your mother's tan-lined ass-crack and sliding your own hard cock up into her dripping wet pussy. I think I better start at the beginning.
It had been about a year since I had last seen anyone in my family, my neighbourhood or my hometown. I had taken a job in New York that kept me pretty busy throughout the year. My time away from either my office or my apartment was just enough to enjoy an evening at a nightclub or bar with some guys from work or friends. Jaunts to the old family homestead were not really practical for me. Still, my salary was enough to make any 24 year old happy. Even as a lowly legal assistant, I was still making double what I could expect to earn in my hometown and I had no intention of going back.
I had finally earned enough vacation time that I could get out of New York for more than a couple of days. My parents had more than enough contact with me. They had been bragging about the new pool and hot tub they had installed in the backyard, and they wanted me to see it. Dad had called me and said that he was going to be going on a business trip to LA and he invited me home for the weekend. I booked my ticket so my dad and I could be home within a few hours of each other and the three of us could sit down for an old-fashioned home-cooked meal. My folks were anxious to see their only child again. We were never really that sentimental a family but I'd heard from all my other friends in the city what parents can get like once they get home to the empty nest.
It was a pleasant ninety minute flight. I grabbed my luggage and flipped on my cell phone, checking to see how long I had to wait for dad to arrive. Within a few seconds, a text message came up from my dad telling me he's been delayed in LA and wasn't sure if he would be getting back that night, but assured me he'd be back for tomorrow morning. I understood and dragged my suitcase over to where the cabs were lined up. Before long, I was nearing the front of the line and decided to let mom know I was close. Mom picked up with her usually cheery disposition.
"Hi mom!"
"Hi Peter! I'm so sorry I wasn't there to pick you up. Dad's held up, I know. I'm still slaving over a hot stove and all that other crap! Just kidding, homemade dinner is tomorrow. If you're hungry there's pizza on the kitchen table. I'll be in the backyard. Can't wait to show off the new toys!"
I laughed and said goodbye. I had to admit, it was getting close to 7:00 pm and I'd eaten before boarding the flight anyway. I jumped in the cab as an attendant put my suitcase in the trunk. Soon I'd be at home and catching up with mom. I couldn't believe it had been a year since I'd seen her. A brief tinge of guilt hit me then subsided. It wasn't like I lived in the same town anymore. For the first time in my life I was truly independent and coming home was the chance to show what I had really done for myself since I left. I was 25 pounds lighter. I was wearing a suit. My mother had only ever seen me in a t-shirt and jeans. The watch I was wearing cost more than my first car.
"Small town boy makes good" I whispered to myself as I watched the shoulder of the road whip by.
"I"m sorry sir. What was that?" the cab driver said looking into his rear-view.
"Just talking to myself" I replied.
Soon I was lifting my suitcase up onto the porch at the front door. The cabbie backed out of the driveway and scurried off back to the airport as I peeked through the brand new stain-glassed window that had replaced the old brown door with the retro porthole style window. The inside was obscured but I could make out the general outline of the house I had grew up in. Still, there was so much unfamiliar about what awaited me inside. I pushed the door open, and gazed up at a wrought iron chandelier hanging from ceiling.
My jaw opened wider and wider as I closed the door behind me and stepped closer and closer to the kitchen at the end of the corridor. Everything I could remember about the house was different! The stairs were still on the immediate left of the front door, but the carpet was gone. In its place lay dark brown hardwood floor and the rickety old bannister had given way to what looked like mahogany wood railing. I dropped my suitcase next to the stairs and walked into the kitchen, hoping I was in the right house. To my relief, there was a couple of pizza boxes stacked on the kitchen table. I opened the first and saw a Hawaiian pizza with a couple of slices missing. Next to them, there was a half-full bottle of red wine. I knew then I was definitely in my mother's house. Then I looked outside.
The pool was enormous. Dad had emailed me pictures of the hole being dug, but I'd not yet seen the final product. The lawn I had mowed four times a month as a kid was almost completely gone. Interlocking brick, retaining walls, and planters filled with flowers and bushes covered every angle. A diving board the far right end of the pool caught my eye. After a moment, I realized the reason I was staring at it was the fibre-optic lights running underneath it fading from red to blue to green. I then turned my head to the left and saw an in-ground square hot-tub just a few feet from the staircase descending into the shallow end of the pool. And then the biggest surprise of the night (so far) came to me.
Her head was just coming up over the edge of the hot-tub. A hand was holding a goblet with just a sip of red wine left in it. She was blonde. My mother had brown hair. This woman's hair was to the base of the neck. My mother had had shoulder length hair my entire life. Lastly, this woman in the hot tub had a tattoo of some kind of Celtic knot or something on the back of her neck starting at the hairline, and I could tell I could only see a part of it. I never knew mom had such hot friends.
My footsteps became louder as I approached the tub. I could smell the bromine and see the steam slowly twisting into the air by the time the woman heard me. She turned her head and gave me a smile that I had known my whole life.
"Hi honey!" my mother squeaked in her usually upbeat way. I almost fell over.
"Uh, hi Mom?" I croaked. I was in total shock. Mom put the glass on the deck next to the tub and turned completely toward me and I couldn't believe what I saw. Mom was wearing a red spaghetti strap bikini top! I averted my eyes as best as I could while my mother turned and rested on her knees with her torso above the water's edge. She was grinning like a schoolgirl. She was very happy to see me.
"Could you throw me that towel, sweetheart?" my mom said as she rose up out of the tub. Her red bikini bottoms hugged her hips like something out of Sport Illustrated. I clumsily reached for the large white towel on a lounger next to me and tossed it to her. I couldn't help but rest my eyes on her midriff and breasts for a moment. I could tell Mom had been taking good care of herself in the last year. She was going to be 46 in a month and she looked like she could be a model. Even a slight hint of a six-pack. I think she must have lost almost 40 pounds. I had never seen my mother this way before. Always the conservative suburban housewife, she had worn one-piece bathing suits the three or so times we had been anywhere swimming.
As the towel wrapped around my mother's breasts, I looked up into her smiling face and had to brace myself for the enormous hug that my mom gave me. She kissed me on the cheek with at loud "mwah" and welcomed me home. This was also the kind of hug that lasted longer than a usual hug between you and your mother. She seemed to be teeming with a kind of energy that I was unused to. I tacked it up to the wine and blushingly stepped back as my mom cast her hand out and presented the new and improved backyard to me like a girl on Price is Right.
"Amazing isn't it?" my mom giggled.
"Incredible" I replied as I started to blush at the awful double-entendre that had just slipped into my head. I looked at her hair. It was so new and exotic and yet seemed to suit her completely. I could not believe how hot she looked. Mom then turned to me.
"You must be wondering what the hell we've been up to, your father and I? Well, after you left we just realized that this house just would never sell if we didn't put some money into it. I can't believe all the things that we did with this place once you went to New York."
I said nothing as Mom waited for me to ask or say something but I couldn't get anything to make sense in my head. I was in the middle of an full-on Oedipus Complex and I needed to chill. Mom laughed softly and walked past me.
"You must be tired from the flight. Would you like a glass of wine?"
"I think that would be great." I said as I slipped my jacket off and loosened my tie. Mom went inside. I sat on the lounger and watched my mother grab a second goblet from the cupboard and snatch the wine from the table. She glided up to me and poured a generous amount of wine into the glass and handed it to me.
"I'm sorry I was in the tub when you got home. I try to have a 20 or 30 minute soak every night I can. This hot tub is the best thing in the world. My back feels so much better every night. My feet too. Go put on some shorts and come on out with me."
"Uh, sure. I'll be right back." I said as I picked up my suitcase and stepped onto the patio. I looked over my shoulder to see my mother drop the towel onto the lounger and step down into the hot tub. That's when I saw it. My mom's thong. Just a thin red string running between her two absolutely perfect ass cheeks. That and I got a glimpse of the rest of that tattoo I had noticed. It ran all the way down her spine and stopped almost exactly where her g-string started. I didn't look too long. I just went upstairs to my old bedroom (probably the only room in the house they hadn't touched) and opened my suitcase.
As I undressed, I could tell that my cock was pretty much solid. Too many flashes of mom's body not to have some kind of reaction. I must confess I had always had a "thing" for older women but this was making my mind spin. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. It wasn't working. My cock was sticking straight out under my shorts. This was not the way I had wanted the first half hour with my mother in a year turn out. I decided the only way was to cheat a bit. I did what a lot of guys have done. I put my cock in my waistband and just made sure to be holding the towel in front of me before I could safely hide my embarrassment under the foam of the bubbling tub. Easy solution, right?
I came out, holding the towel in front of me. Mom was sitting facing me, smiling at her first chance to show her son why she loved sitting in it. As I got closer, my mom's mouth opened in a stare. I looked down, hoping I had not let the towel slip from its position and looked up again, relieved that there was no way should could see my bulge without x-ray vision.
