Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or bad welcomed. I will try and reply to each and every one but please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I write in British English.
Mum was coming to stay for a few days, she was catching the train up from Sutton Coldfield where she lived, a sort of up market suburb of Birmingham. Dad would not be joining her, I tended to only see him at Christmas or birthdays, he worked a lot, owning his own company was a very full on and time consuming affair, so he said.
I had gone around the house with the vacuum at least twice. I had vacuumed the curtains, under the furniture, I had bleached all three toilets and had put bi-carb and white vinegar down the sinks. Windows were open and fresh air was gusting through the house. Fresh bedding on all the beds and cushions plumped on the sofa. I had no idea what more I could do, but, mums being mums, I guessed she would find something I hadn't done right.
I showered, scrubbing every inch of me I could reach, not quite inside and out, no, not that far, but definitely outside. I was as clean as I could possibly be. Clean underpants, clean polo top, clean trousers and my feet in sliders not slippers, allowing my feet to breath and not sweat.
The leaves were falling, it was that time of year, and I had cleared them all away, but still more fell, she would surely notice, what could I do? It was autumn, leaves fell and youths let off fireworks in the street. Oh, and it was damp, it was always damp and the damp air invaded the conservatory, I was glad that the weak autumnal sun helped keep it dry and warm.
I checked around everywhere once more, why, oh why, is it so stressful when your mum visits? The door knocked and opened, and mum walked in, her trolley case rattling behind her.
"Hello darling," she said as she embraced and air kissed me.
"Hello mum, good journey?"
"It was fine darling, your father dropped me at New Street station and then a train happened, and then a taxi dropped me at your door. Fine."
"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee mum?"
"I would love a cup of tea. Whilst you sort that I shall just go and freshen up."
"You know where it is mum," I said and went to boil the kettle, actually to reboil the kettle. I had been boiling it every few minutes for the past hour, just so that it would be ready when mum arrived. I warmed the pot, mum likes leaves, not bags, and after I had added the boiling water and stirred the pot, I added a cosy and left it to seep. Cups and saucers ready, mum does not tolerate mugs, milk out and in a little jug, I placed everything on a tray ready. I heard the loo flush and then mum reappeared.
"A nice cup of tea first," mum said and then I will go and unpack in my room."
"Good idea mum," I said, "come on, let's sit in the conservatory."
I picked the tray up and headed to the conservatory, putting it on the larger table of a small nest. I pulled a table out for mum and put it beside her, and another for me, I would be sitting opposite. I pored a little tea into a cup, and it looked perfect, no need for a further stir. Strainer over a cup for mum and I pored her tea.
"Milk is there mum, you can add as much as you like," and I poured my own, and when she had finished with the jug, I added my own milk and sat down opposite and found myself staring up her skirt. Oh goodness, really? What was I like. I tore my eyes away and smiled as I looked into her eyes not her crotch.
"How's dad?" I asked.
"Busy, as usual, and you?"
"I am fine mum, I am working quite long days at the moment, but I have taken a few days annual leave so that I can be here with you whilst you are here. And your health mum, all good?"
"Goodness me yes, nothing wrong with me. Now. Sophie. She is gone yes?"
Sophie was my long time girlfriend, but we decided that we were not really going anywhere and so we amicably split. She hadn't actually lived with me, she just had spent a lot of time here, and I had spent a lot of time at hers, so there was not financial awkwardness when we split, we just stopped staying at each other's house.
"Gone yes mum."
"And how do you feel about that?"
"I am fine mum, it had reached its course, and we split before we started to find fault. It is totally okay."
"Anyone else on the horizon?"
"No mum."
"Just Mr Handy then for now."
I was puzzled for a moment and then realised what she was saying.
"Mum!" I exclaimed. There are some things that you don't like to discuss with your mother.
"Oh don't be such a prude, I saw where you were looking."
I was mortified, I had to change the subject.
"Mum, dinner tonight, do you fancy going out for a curry or for a steak, there are both within a short walking distance."
"A curry, I think. No, no actually, let us go for a steak, be interesting to see what a steak house is like in Leeds."
"Well, I think it is good, and we are more in the suburbs than actually in Leeds mum." And I knew damn well that she knew that.
"Good. Nice tea by the way."
"Thank you, fresh leaves from The Tea Company, I think they make a rounder less tart brew than the bags or even loose tea that you buy from the supermarket."
"I agree and that is where I get my tea from also."
Crumbs, had I earned a brownie point?
"I shall go up and unpack if you would be so kind as to carry my bag for me."
"Of course, mum."
Out back into the hallway and I picked up mum's bag. She was only staying for a few days yet her bag was heavy enough for a month long cruise. I carried it up the stairs and put it on the bed in the guest room.
"Do you want me to close the windows mum? I opened them just to air and freshen the room."
"No thank you Simon, I can do that myself."
"Okay mum, I will leave you to it. Pop down when you are ready."
I went downstairs and let out a big breath of air.
"And relax," I said quietly.
Apart from her catching me look up her skirt and her reference to me wanking, that had gone well I thought. I shivered, I think from relaxing after the tension of wondering what she would say and what she would find wrong. I didn't know how dad dealt with it, working long hours I supposed.
I opened my laptop and fired up work email, just checking, and fortunately nothing that needed my attention. I then booked a table for six o'clock at the steak house. I then nipped to the loo and after I washed my hands I walked out and almost bumped into mum.
"I hope you shook it," she said.
Jesus Mother, really? I am twenty five years old, I know how to have a bloody piss. I thought it, but I sure as hell did not say it. I ignored it.
"Right then mum, where would you like to sit."
"We can go back into the conservatory, it was nice and warm in there. I have shut my bedroom windows, it was getting a little chilly in there."
"Okay mum, good idea, yes, and would you like another drink?"
"No not just yet."
I gathered the cups from our earlier drink, put them on the tray and took the tray through to the kitchen and went back to join mum. We talked about my work and how busy it was, obviously not on the same scale as dad being busy, but busy enough. We talked about mum and her various clubs and charities that she was involved in, and I managed not to look up her skirt all the time. Just some of the time, and my dick got hard and I knew damn well that she would notice.
It was time to get ready and we went upstairs. Mum had the use of the main bathroom, I would use my ensuite. In my room I stripped and went into the ensuite, I had already showered earlier, so this would be just a good wash and a shave. I applied gel to my face and to my groin and began the process of shaving. My face first, slow moves and plenty of them, reapplying the gel a couple of times. I had found that to be the best way to avoid razor burn. And then my groin. I had shaved my groin years ago when a girlfriend at the time had said that I I wanted her to have a shaved fanny, then I had to have a shaved dick and balls, and I had kept them hair free ever since.
Sophie had used wax and tried it on me once. Never again, and I mean never, that is the most painful procedure that I have ever had, it took days for the pain memory to recede. I grabbed the end of my dick and pulled it out straight it was sporting a semi, and once I started shaving it would be a full hard on, much easier for shaving. As I started to shave I recalled the images I had seen from up mum's skirt. Pale blue semi sheer knickers, very nice mum, and that got me to required hardness.
I shaved very carefully, and slowly, applying lots of gel, especially on my balls, being rather wrinkly there was a risk of a nick. Satisfied that I was once more completely hair free, I filled the handbasin and washed and rinsed myself several times, and then applied a moisturiser.
Back in the bedroom, my dick now starting to go down as I had stopped handling it, I began to get dressed. Pair of dark cotton boxers and then a white shirt and blue chinos. Socks and loafers and a cotton twill jacket to complete.
I went to go downstairs and as I exited my bedroom I could see that mum had her door open, and I could see her reflected in her dresser mirror. She was naked and as she turned, I had a full-frontal view of her boobs and fanny. I hurried on by, committing the vision to memory, and not wanting to get caught perving a look at my naked mother.
I sat on a chair in the kitchen, my dick hard and straining painfully at my zipper. Mum's fanny was shaved, and her crease was glistening, had she put some make up on there, moisturiser perhaps? Her inner lips slightly peaked out between her plump outer lips and as I sat there visualising my mother, she started down the stairs, and I desperately tried to think of something else, running water, cows in fields, anything to get my dick to relax.
She was wearing a blue mid length dress with a plunging front that showed of her cleavage. A pearl necklace sat on her décolletage, her legs had stockings or tights, difficult to tell which, and she was wearing small, perhaps four inch, heels.
"Beautiful mum, you look lovely."
"Thank you Simon, and you look very handsome. Shall we go?"
