Author's note:
This is an incest story with watersport as a significant element of the story. If that is not your thing, I would recommend giving it a miss. If it is your thing I hope you enjoy it.
This is a fictional story. Any similarity to other stories or people is completely coincidental.
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UK English terms used throughout.
TTC.
Mum's Birthday Present
I was heading to Mum's to celebrate her 50th birthday it was Friday and I'd taken the following Monday and Tuesday off as holiday. I arrived after an uneventful drive and after spending about an hour having a drink and a quick catch up I unpacked in my old room. We spent the rest of the evening chatting and enjoying a couple of drinks together before deciding that due to the arrangements of the following day, a good night's sleep was a good idea. So off we went and we both slept soundly for the night.
Saturday was a quiet day with Mum going out to do some shopping ahead of the small get-together with her closest friends. She arrived home at about 3pm with a number of bags. She showed me her new dress and shoes which she was pleased with. There was one bag, unnamed, that she seemed to avoid. I asked her what was in it, pointing to the plain unopened bag and with a big grin on her face she said, "That's not for you." From that I assumed it was underwear.
We had a sandwich and she said that she was going upstairs to get ready.
I did the same using the main bathroom, while Mum used her en suite.
I was ready, in a navy suit and plain white silk shirt, when Mum came downstairs. She had her new electric blue dress and blue shoes on. The front was cut low showing ample cleavage and her legs were clad in very sheer stockings or tights.
"What do you think? Will I do?" she asked and did a twirl showing off a very low cut back to the dress.
I gave her a wolf whistle, "I think you'll do very nicely indeed. Hopefully you won't cause too much of a stir with the other men at the restaurant, paying more attention to you instead of their dates!"
"Get away with you." she said laughing, with her eyes twinkling with the compliment.
We waited for the taxi which arrived on time and it took us to the restaurant where we met up with her friends.
Let me describe my Mum, Angela. She will be 50 years old tomorrow. She has an athletic 5ft 9in frame, having spent a lot of her life playing sport. She still plays a lot of tennis, and swims regularly so most people would probably guess she is considerably younger than she really is. She wears her blonde hair just touching her shoulders, usually with a fringe, also emphasising a youthful look. The other thing about Mum was she really knew how to use her body to drive men to distraction. When younger, I was witness to many arguments between her and Dad about her "flaunting herself" in front of other men. Dad was terribly jealous and the longer they were together the worse he got. It seemed inevitable to me that it would end in divorce, which happened just over six years ago.
Mum was enjoying the evening. She was of course the centre of attention and revelled in the limelight. I caught her looking at me a couple of times when she gave me a warm smile. I think she knew I felt a little like a fifth wheel, not knowing her friends too well. But I had agreed to escort her this evening and indulged in small talk with her friends sitting either side of me.
It was approaching 11:30pm and the restaurant had slowly emptied apart from us. The waiters were now standing a polite distance away from our table but I became aware that they were keen to bring their evening to a close and go home. I wasn't the only one to notice this and one or two couples called waiters over asking them to call them a taxi. I got up and went over to Mum. As I leaned down to talk to her she put her arm around my hips and met my face with a tender kiss on my cheek.
"Shall I call a taxi? It looks like people are beginning to make a move." I asked.
"Yes please, Darling." she replied, with a slight squeeze of my hips.
I walked over to the head waiter and asked him to book a taxi and also settled the bill. Mum had agreed to pay for the evening, but it seemed silly to drag her away so I paid, and decided we would sort the money out later.
We'd all moved towards the front of the restaurant, getting coats and waiting for taxis to arrive. There were three couples left plus ourselves, when our taxi arrived. Mum insisted that we wait to see all our guests off before departing. After another 10 minutes the final couple got into their taxi and after I said a final thank you to the head waiter with another tip for him and his staff we left the restaurant and got into the taxi.
In the back of the car Mum chose to sit in the middle seat, directly next to me and cuddled in for the short journey home. It was a lovely warm feeling to be close to her, knowing she was also enjoying the physical closeness between us.
"Did you enjoy tonight?" I asked.
"Yes I really did. It was great to see everyone." she replied. She went on, "Did you enjoy yourself? You didn't really know my friends and I didn't want it to be too boring for you."
"I had a great time. It was nice that I wasn't expected to entertain or impress people, but just to enjoy the company and conversation. You seem to have a great set of friends there."
Mum smiled at me. "I made a decision about a year ago not to expect anything of anyone and just accept people for who they are. Most of my close friends I've got to know in the last year. They never disappoint me, are there for me if I need them, but give me the space I need to get on with my life as well." She adjusted herself to press into me a little more. "They also never judge me, and I no longer worry about them doing so."
"It's good to see you settled and a lot happier with your life in general Mum."
She kissed me warmly on the cheek and let her head rest against the top of my arm. We remained like that for the rest of the drive home.
As the taxi pulled away after dropping us at home Mum gave me her keys and I let us in to the house. While I got us both a nightcap Mum went upstairs and returned wearing a short negligee, but still seemed to have all her underwear on. We sat and spoke about what we would do tomorrow for her birthday before the conversation slowly drifted to nothing.
After a short time where we just sat and drank in silence, Mum looked at me with a bit of a naughty grin and said, "Tonight would have been perfect if it had finished with some sex."
I'm sure I blushed at this point, as she was always able to get me to do. "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to help you with that one." I said not able to look up at her face.
She got up and came over to me draining the last drops from her glass. She bent down and put her arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to her bosom, kissing me on the forehead. I looked up to her and as I did she kissed me on the lips. She kept her lips closed but lingered a little then whispered, "Thank you for being my date tonight, you were a perfect gentleman."
"It was a pleasure Mum."
With that she turned and left to go to bed.
I sat and finished my drink and pondered on why she had admitted that she wanted sex. Although she wasn't a prude or anything like that, she normally acted very properly, so it was a little out of character. It also reminded me that I hadn't had a good fuck for a couple of weeks.
Let me tell you a little about me. I work for a marketing company and travel a lot, particularly around the world. Having turned 30 a few months back I had never married but had a few women in my life dotted around the world with whom I share the delights of physical intimacy, but nobody who I would consider settling down with. I'm far too focused on my career at the moment and I'm close to getting a partnership with my company. I'm fit and athletic and not unattractive. I also enjoy tennis, and swim a lot, particularly when away in hotels, but spend most time playing golf, mainly with clients and as a requirement of my work.
Going back to this evening, I started to think back to Mum and despite her age, how beautiful she looked this evening. I hadn't thought of her as a woman before, but something had changed tonight that forced me to consider her as a woman, and not just Mum. After her comment about finishing the evening with sex, I took time to wonder what would have happened if I had offered to help her out. After losing myself in a fantasy for a while I realised that I had an erection which is something that had never happened before thinking about her. Eventually I snapped myself out of my fantasy and scolded myself for being a bit of a pervert.
I eventually finished my drink and took myself off to bed.
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I woke up the following morning early and showered and shaved and got into some jogging bottoms and a tee-shirt. It was quiet, being a Sunday morning, and I slipped downstairs as quietly as possible. I collected up the cards and gifts that had arrived in the post and I'd been given last night and put them in a big bag.
Mum loved boiled eggs with toasted soldiers so I made that and with a coffee and buck's fizz I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door.
"Come in Darling." I heard from behind the door and entered with a breakfast tray.
"Happy birthday Mum." I said as I placed the tray on the small table by the window.
As I looked back towards her she had raised herself to a sitting position, letting the duvet slip down below her breasts, which were now on display. "Thank you Darling." she said beaming at me.
She had never been embarrassed about showing her body, so it occasionally happened that I found myself with Mum either semi or fully naked, particularly when living at home, but admittedly after leaving home, it was rare. It didn't go unnoticed how full her breasts were, even at 50 there was firmness that most 40 year olds would kill for. Her areolae and nipples were well proportioned and sat at the front of her breasts.
I picked up the tray and brought it and placed it on her lap. Along with breakfast, I'd added a pink rose, my card and my present to her.
