My parents used my leaving home to head to University as a chance to swap the dreary, perennially grey England for California. My Dad had moved over to the UK almost twenty years ago, having met and fell in love with my mother during a business trip two years before his eventual move. Growing up he had always talked about someday returning to his home state however, and it was clear to me even from a very young age that he never considered England as home - he merely tolerated being here for Mum's sake. Neither me or my sister Amber - a name no doubt inspired by his Californian roots - ever really expected them to actually make the jump, though. Dad wanted to, sure, but Mum? She was your typical, reserved English lady, and I couldn't even begin to imagine her in California, let alone actually settling down and enjoying a life there.
My sister went off to Uni two years before me, and Dad soon started making plans for the move. "As soon as you're off and settled Cali here we come!" he used to tell me, so of course I'd respond by joking that I'd decided not to go to Uni after all - instead I'd stay at home, get a proper job and start saving for a house. I still thought it was just a pipe dream though, and every time I asked Mum about it she'd tell me the same thing; that she was thinking about it. Looking back I think she felt guilty that Dad had basically given up living in the place he loved for her, although I knew he genuinely didn't mind and would do it all again, I could tell that she couldn't shake that nagging feeling at the back of her mind.
Two years later and it was my turn to fly the nest, moving across the country to University. Six months later and my parents were still at home, and all seemed to have gone quiet on the big California move. One day however I got a phone call out of the blue from Mum, telling me that they'd found a house in Santa Monica, they'd had an offer accepted and now all they had to do was wait for someone to buy their house. I asked why they hadn't kept me updated but Mum just said it had all happened so quickly, they'd been talking about it since I left and Dad had pretty much put everything together behind her back - catching her by surprise and essentially presenting her with a yes or no decision.
Six weeks later and they were gone, leaving myself and Amber to fend for ourselves.
Three years later and I arrived at LAX with my girlfriend Ellie. This would be the first time I'd seen my Mum and Dad since they moved, and on top of that I had a new partner for them to meet as well. We made our way through arrivals and I scanned the throng of people, hoping to catch sight of my mother. She told me she'd be the one picking me up as Dad was at work - his company had happily transferred him back to their West Coast branch - but after spending what felt like an age looking for her I was about to give up. Even as the crowd began to thin out I still couldn't see her, so we began hunting for the nearest phone so I could call her and see where she was.
Neither of us was really concentrating on where we were going and I nearly walked straight into what I can only describe as the stereotypical Californian TV milf - dyed blonde hair, tan skin, big fake tits - and I quickly made my apologies and went to walk off... but then her hand shot out and grabbed my arm and a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Ben..."
I knew that voice. There was a slight American twang to it that hadn't been there three years ago, but it was instantly recognisable to me.
My eyes roamed up and down her body, and I blinked hard in disbelief at what I was seeing. Three years ago she could almost be described as frumpy - she was attractive, sure, my friends had always been keen to point that out to me, but she almost went out of her way to hide it behind baggy clothes, big glasses and by keeping her dirty blonde hair in a style that must have gone out of fashion the year I was born.
This was a different woman standing in front of me.
The only thing the same was the fact she was still about 5'8. Everything else had changed. Her skin, which back in England barely ever saw the sun, was now tanned, she was now a healthy bronze rather than a milky, pale white. Her teeth had been whitened and she was even wearing pink lip gloss - lip gloss! - and her hair was now a platinum blonde. She must have had extensions put in because it now flowed down her back, whereas before she'd always kept it short. The glasses were gone as well, presumably replaced by contacts, and her makeup drew attention to her big, wide hazel eyes.
The most obvious thing to note about her however was her body - as I said before she had almost been frumpy, but she'd clearly been hitting the gym since moving out here - hard. There barely seemed to be an inch of fat on her, which was obvious thanks to the ridiculously tight jeans and too-small t-shirt she was wearing. The top was just short enough to show off the tiniest glimpse of her stomach, which was toned and tight and flat.
And then there were her tits.
No guy wants to think about his Mum's breasts, really, but I could tell straight away that she'd had them done. They weren't small before, maybe a B-cup, but now? They were practically spilling out over the top of her tight top, a DD-cup at least, sitting high and proud on her chest.
And I was staring straight at them with my jaw almost on the floor.
"Ben, it's me..."
I was still flummoxed by what was standing before me. And then she reached out, poking me on the forehead and said, "hello, earth to Ben!"
And all that stuff fell away and she was my mother again. I dragged my eyes away from her breasts and met her gaze, her newly plump lips fixed in a big, beaming smile. She stepped forward and hugged me, pressing her tight, lithe body against mine, and my hands instinctively found their way onto her hips, first to pull her in to me and then snaking around to her back, holding her against me. She pulled her head back and kissed me on the cheek, tears forming in her eyes, and I smiled reassuringly and pulled her in close again.
"Miss me?"
I said, and she laughed. We both pulled away from each other and Ellie stepped forward, and I suddenly remembered there was a third person here with us.
"Oh, Mum, this is..."
"Ellie," Mum interjected, giving Ellie a quick hug. "We've heard all about you..."
We made our way through the airport with Mum hanging off my arm and Ellie walking beside us, leaving us to talk as Mum asked me countless questions about what I'd been getting up to. We talked regularly on the phone and messaged regularly too, but that didn't compare to actually talking to someone in person. I suddenly wondered if this change was the reason why Mum seemed so against Skype or Facetime, or anything that would have allowed me to actually see her. She had always been a bit of a technophobe, but I'd always found it a bit weird that moving halfway across the planet didn't force her to embrace new technology that might have made it a bit easier for us to keep in touch. Suddenly, that reluctance made a bit more sense.
The questions continued after we'd found Mum's car and made the drive back to my parents house, but the only thing on my mind was, well, Mum. When did the change happen? Why? I wanted to ask her but I knew I'd have to wait until we were on our own. Then I began to wonder if Amber knew any of this - she hadn't been out to visit yet, as I said there was no video calling when it came to Mum, and she had always been practically allergic to photos so we'd never got anything like that - just stuff Dad had taken of the house and the neighbourhood.
The house was stunning, and we got a quick tour from Mum before we finally arrived at the spare room where me and Ellie would be spending the new two weeks.
"I'll let you unpack and get some rest," Mum said as she gave me another hug, my hands once again reaching round her back to hold her snug against me.
"It was lovely meeting you," she told Ellie, giving her another squeeze as well, which to my surprise sent a pang of jealousy jolting through my body.
Once she'd left us Ellie immediately turned to me, a mischievous grin on her face.
"That's never your Mum!" she said, bounding over to me.
"It is..." I said, still unsure myself. How could that be Mum? She was so... Jesus, how am I even meant to put it?
"She's really hot!"
That was it.
"I'm glad you like her," I told Ellie, trying to hide how awkward I suddenly felt.
"Seriously, she's like something you see front and centre in those 'Visit California!' adverts."
She pulled her top over her head and then held up her breasts, pushing them together.
"Should I get boobs like hers?" she asked with a giggle.
"If you can afford them," I said, once again finding myself thinking about my mother's tits.
We didn't even bother to start unpacking, instead falling into bed with Ellie continuing to tease me about Mum. She soon drifted off though, leaving me alone to contemplate the changes in Mum since I'd last seen her. Had she always wanted to look like that, but felt unable to do it for whatever reason back in England - maybe because of me and Amber? Had she felt pressured to fit in in her new home, either by Dad or pressure she put on herself? Was there something in the water?
After tossing and turning for the better part of an hour I decided I had to speak to her. Ellie was completely out of it, which gave me the perfect chance.
I got up quietly made my way out of our room. I felt like an intruder as I tiptoed through the house, looking for Mum whilst trying to remain as calm as possible so I didn't wake Ellie.
I searched every room but found no sign of Mum, but then some movement through a window looking into the back yard caught my eye. I peered through, and there she was.
The sight that greeted me took my breathe away.
She was doing yoga, which was a surprise in itself. Mum doing yoga? Three years ago I'd never have believed you if you told me she'd be doing that willingly, but here she was.
It wasn't the yoga itself that was most surprising though, it was the fact that my initial, natural reaction to seeing Mum was for my cock to spring into life as my eyes drank in her body. She'd changed into a pair of tight black yoga pants and a pink training bra, and she was currently on the floor on her knees, leaning forward with her arms stretching out in front of her, giving me the perfect view of her amazing, tight butt. She moved back up so she was sitting on her haunches, then raised her hands above her head and looked to the sky. Her hair, now tied in a loose ponytail, hung down, and as she bent forward again I gazed at her arse, my cock growing harder by the second, before I finally snapped out of it and forced myself to leave the window.
I paced around the house until my boner had subsided, then made my way out into the yard. Mum turned as she heard the back door open, springing to her feet as I walked towards her doing my best to act normal.
"Everything ok, honey?" she asked, and suddenly she was my mother again.
"Couldn't sleep," I said, not telling her why.
"The jetlag will hit you like a train later," she said, taking me by the arm and leading me towards a bench next to where she'd been practicing her yoga.
"Ellie seems nice," she said, letting me sit down first. Then she sat next to me, as close to me as possible without actually being sat on my lap, and I found myself wishing she'd kept some distance. In her training bra her tits looked magnificent, the slight sheen of sweat causing them to glisten in the sunlight.
"Yeah, she is," I said, trying to be nonchalant as I held my gaze on hers, straining my neck not to stare at her body.
"So," Mum said, getting serious. "I guess you want to know what happened."
I couldn't help but smile. Try as I might I couldn't hide it, she'd probably picked up on it from the minute I spotted her back at the airport.
"Yeah, I have been thinking about it," I admitted, relaxing back into the bench. Mum responded by relaxing herself, leaning against me for support.
"First of all," she said, tilting her head to look at me, "how do I look?" she asked hopefully.
"You look good," I said, swallowing hard.
"Just good?"
I knew she'd push me further.
"Ellie thinks you look amazing," I said, hoping that would get me out of it.
"That's sweet of her," said Mum. "But what do you think?"
She'd seen right through me.
"You do look amazing," I said sincerely, wrapping my arm around her, making sure my hand remained on the outside of her arm.
