I suggest reading Reinventing Mom 1 for context. This is a mother and son incestuous relationship story. Please do not read if this genre offends you. For those who like the genre, I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 1
The next morning I rose early to the low buzzing of my alarm clock. I had several things to do and wanted everything to be perfect for her. My first stop was to the highly regarded hairdresser my friend Sara had told me about. I explained that I wanted him to do mom's hair in a way that would flatter her beauty, but was something more up to date. At first he was skeptical because of his schedule, but when I told him I wanted her to have an expensive facial as well, he suddenly had just enough time to squeeze her in. We set the appointment for 1pm. I thanked him for working her in, paid the bill with my debit card, and raced to fulfill the next item on my list.
Since the hairdresser had assured me that mom's hair would be a dark, rich brunette color once he was finished, I went to very nice women's store and purchased some lipstick and nail polish that had a deep, red, liquid appearance. I picked up various tools to trim and buff her nails and headed for the fragrance section. I loved the perfume mom used, but I was looking for some foot creams, body lotion, and bath beads. I told the clerk what kind of perfume mom used, and she tried to match the other items to her perfume. Fortunately, several of the items were part of the perfume line leaving only the foot cream that was not. With the clerk's help, I picked out a nice fragrance.
The next stop was the lingerie section. If nothing else, I was determined to get mom into a hot lingerie set. If she was going to strut around the house in underwear, I wanted it to be something sexy. Within minutes, I saw exactly what I was looking for. The set that jumped out at me was black and had a silky, semi-transparent bra and a pair of boy shorts that was plain in the back, but lacy in the front with a little bow in the middle and at the top of the panties. I also picked out a couple of black half-slips and a black camisole. I picked out another boy short style panty and bra set in dark green. Finally, the neighboring department had a very sexy "little black dress" that caught my eye. When I asked to see it, the clerk gushed about how "No woman's wardrobe is complete without a dress like this."
My dick was surging just imagining mom in that sexy dress and underwear. I could picture her in my mind's eye and the picture was spectacular.
I saw the clerk sneak a peek at my crotch, smiling slightly when she saw I had an erection. I paid the bill and then went to the shoe section. I found a pair of 9 West shiny, open toed black pumps in her size. I explained that they were for my fiancé. She smiled and said she thought my fiancé would absolutely love them. She even said she wished her boyfriend was as thoughtful. I thanked her, paid the bill and headed for the uniform store I had seen on my way into the mall.
I was so tired of seeing mom in those boring white uniforms. I had seen a black one with white piping in the store window that I thought would make mom look hot. I had a stroke of luck once I got to the store. Not only did they have the uniform I liked in mom's size, but they also were having a two for one sale. It was a good thing too, because the hair dresser had put a serious dent in my bank account. Nevertheless, I was very pleased with everything I had bought. I had never gone all out for anyone like that in my entire life, and it really felt good; especially in this case knowing how happy this would make mom.
I put all the gifts in the back seat of my truck on the floor so mom would be less likely to see them and drove back to the house. When I got home, mom was dressed plainly in an old housecoat and busy cleaning the kitchen. She looked a little disheveled, and it was obvious that she still was not completely awake. She smiled when I came in. "I read your note sweetheart. I didn't expect you to be back so soon, but I am glad you are because I have been thinking about my surprise since I woke up. So let's have it mister," she kidded.
"It isn't that kind of surprise mom. I can only tell you this much: You have an appointment in two hours to get your surprise. So, how about we have something to eat? I have been going all morning and I am starving."
"How does bacon, eggs and toast sound?"
"Fantastic!"
We made small talk for about an hour, and all the while I was waiting for her to make some reference to the previous night's activity, but she acted as though it never happened. I was a little confused about how I should act: Should I pretend it never happened as she was doing, or should I let her know that I hoped for more? I decided that I would have to let her take the lead, but on the inside, my stomach was turning flips of fear that she may have decided to never see me as a potential lover again. My heart was yearning for her, but somehow I knew I had to be patient. On one level, she was acting nonchalant, but I could tell that she was more than a little excited about what I might have planned. Acting bored, mom said she was going to take a shower. When she went upstairs to take her shower, I ran outside and got the packages. I wanted to be sure that nothing went wrong later.
A few minutes later I had everything hidden in my room and was ready to head downstairs when I heard mom call out to me from her room. "Mark, can you come in here for a minute? I want to ask you something. I entered her bedroom. She was in her bathroom with the door closed.
"Honey, would you look in my closet and let me know what you want me to wear?"
"Sure, mom," I replied. I knew that she would be in the beauty shop for at least two hours, so I picked out a pair of navy shorts and a light brown blouse and laid them on the bed.
"I've laid some clothes on the bed for you," I called.
I heard the bathroom door open and mom stepped out. She had a towel wrapped around her that revealed the tops of her breasts and fell to just below her ass. My cock immediately formed a bulge in my pants, a fact that was not lost on mom as she looked directly at my crotch. I saw a small smile and knew that she was teasing me.
She sat down on the bed facing me and because of the woefully inadequate towel was immediately treated to a view of her mound. Mom had swiveled her body so as to look at the clothes laid out for her. The movement caused her legs to part slightly, but she seemed not to notice that I was staring directly at her cunt. She suddenly turned back in my direction catching me staring under the towel. Instead of covering up, she pretended to have found something on one of her breasts. She pulled the towel away revealing a flash of brown areole. My eyes followed hers as she looked down her cleavage using the other hand to lightly brush the invisible substance off. My cock was so hard at this point that a single touch would have sent a gush of cum flying from its head.
"So, she said, where am I going?"
"Get dressed and you will find out," I croaked.
Mom stood and walked to her dresser. She searched through her drawers until she found a pair of matching teal panties and bra. She continued to question me, but did not ask me to leave, and I certainly did not volunteer to go. She stood by the dresser, her reflection shining back at me. She bent slightly and stepped into the panties. She pulled them slowly, but still far too fast up her legs. She hesitated briefly just below her ass. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. If someone had just entered the room, they would not have known if they were going up or coming down, but the color contrast against her naturally dark skin looked spectacular. When she pulled them up the rest of the way I was treated to the sight of her gorgeous ass before the towel fell back down. But I was not going to be denied a view of her ass for long, because the next thing I saw was the towel drop to the floor.
I looked up and saw the reflection of her breasts in the mirror. There was almost no sag, and I was grateful at that moment for perfect eyesight, because my eyes were taking in every inch of her body. She had been chattering for over a minute and still had not reached for her bra. She was running a brush through her hair causing her tits to softly bounce to its rhythm. Entranced, my eyes were glued on her jutting nipples.
