Arriving back to Miami Beach after 3 years in Oxford, England, was wonderful. I just received my BA in computer sciences and returned to complete my education in Florida. The British institution is among the best in the world but the climate killed me. I grew up in sunny Florida and hated the cloudy, rainy, and dreary days in Southern England.
I haven't been to America for 3 years. I spent all my vacations with friends on the Mediterranean shores of Greece, Italy, and Spain. During these years, my contact with my parents was via e-mails, the occasional postcards from attractive places, and rare phone calls.
I took an Uber from the airport to our mansion. All of a sudden, the house I grew up in looked huge. I entered the gated area and noticed some changes: There was a new flower garden, the old tiny pool was replaced by a fancier one, and there was a new 4-man jacuzzi by the swimming pool. Nice!
I rang the bell and waited. Ten minutes later, Mom opened the door wearing a long robe. We stared at each other. I smiled first, "Mom, don't I deserve a kiss?"
"Adrian, I don't believe it! Is it really you? You were only slightly taller than me when you left, and now you are taller by a head. You were so skinny back then, and I see your robust muscles through your tee shirt. You left a boy and returned as a beautiful young man. A real stud!"
I hugged her, "Mom, you look awesome, too." I wasn't just complimenting her. At 42, she was 5'5", 128 pounds, shoulder length dark blond hair, D-cup breasts, flat tummy, and shapely legs, all due to several exercise programs and yoga she took at the exclusive health center.
Perhaps that is the place to describe my family: My father, Fred, was 68 years old, 5'10, 210 pounds, somewhat chubby, and with a small bald spot. He was one of the most successful industrialists in Florida, and although I didn't know exactly what our wealth was worth, he hinted it was more than a billion dollars. Yes, a billion with a B! He busied himself long hours at work, and I saw him infrequently at home.
Mom was his trophy wife. She was 26 years his junior and married him when she was 20. I was their only child and was born a year after the marriage. Mom never worked, and her duties included being pretty and attractive at important parties, keeping herself in shape, and rarely helping me. There was another person who really helped me a lot. She was an older lady who served as a part nanny and part butler. She died when I turned 16.
When Mom opened the door, I gazed at her and saw little change: Her hair was a tad shorter, but not much else. She hugged me, and her protruding breasts crushed into my lower chest, verifying she was braless. I hugged her shoulders and kissed her forehead, "Mom, you look amazing. Remind me, are you 24 or 25 years old?"
She grinned, "Flatterer. It is so nice to see you back. I still don't understand what happened to my baby boy..."
"Sorry, Mom, you'll have to get used to the new me around."
"Adrian, I didn't know you'd be here so early, so I do not have a meal prepared. Do you want to go out? Let's eat at Sola."
I wasn't very hungry, but I agreed to accompany Mom. She went to her bedroom and came out 20 minutes later. She dressed up as if she was going to a party: A short light blue dress that emphasized her shapely legs and exposed an eye-catching cleavage. Her 3" heel blue shoes completed the ensemble. I inspected her admiringly and whistled, "When we are in the restaurant, I am not sure if men would ogle you or stare at me with hate, wondering what I offered you for agreeing to join me..."
She blushed, "Honey, don't exaggerate. I am OK, not more."
"Lady, if we weren't family, I'd ask you to date me."
"Adrian, your father is hardly at home these days, and in the club, I communicate mostly with other women. It's been ages since I last heard such nice words about me..."
"Mom, I have a long vacation. We can go places together and mingle with others. I have no doubts you'll see and hear many guys complimenting you."
She chuckled, "Good idea. Let's go eat and talk about it later."
...
After lunch, I went to sleep for a short time. The long flight and heavy lunch tired me. I woke up 2 hours later. Mom was not in the house. I peeked through the window and saw her sitting on a chaise lounger with a large straw hat and dark sunglasses, getting tan. Her bikini bottom was a perfect fit for her curvy hips. However, the top could barely contain her large round boobs.
I recall on my 18th birthday, just before flying to England, Mom said she bought a present for me and left it in her room. She was too busy to bring it to me, and I became curious. I sneaked to her bedroom and saw a nicely wrapped box on the dresser and a pile of bras on her bed. I checked the bras. All were soft with some demi-bras. They were mostly D cup with other 2 being DD.
Watching Mom's creamy tits bulging out of her bra was an arousing view. My penis, who didn't see action for more than a month, agreed and started growing.
I went outside and she saw me, "Oh, good. So now that you are awake, why don't you join me here? We can tan and talk about your last 3 years."
"OK. Be back soon."
I wore the Speedo I bought a year earlier in Italy. I came out with only my swimsuit and flip-flops. I stood before Mom and asked where I would find another chair and a towel.
She glanced at me and gasped, "Honey, you looked very handsome with clothes on. With the swimsuit, you look like a young Adonis!"
I smiled, "Thank you, Mom. And how do you want me to pay you for the compliment? By the way, I told you, you looked wonderful in the short skirt. Now, seeing you here like that, I have to correct myself. You look very sexy. A real MILF!"
She blushed, "Do you mean it?"
"Absolutely."
She explored my eyes and said nothing.
I sat with her and we chatted. It was about trivial subjects: England, my school, and Florida governor, De Santis. Something in her tone of voice sounded tense. I couldn't put my finger on it and decided to let it go; after all, it was our first day together.
After 40 minutes, she stretched and jumped into the pool. She called me to join her in the cool water. I entered, and she was right: The water was refreshing. I mostly stayed by the wall while she swam 6 laps and then did some exercises in the water. Watching her jiggling massive tits was like a red flag to a bull. My pecker engorged and filled the front of my Speedo like a rocket ready to be launched. I continued ogling her for a couple of minutes and then decided to go out and sit again in the sun. As I was heading to my chair, I said, "It was great. I'll sit and get more tan."
I heard her shriek, "Oh, honey..."
I looked at her. She was staring at the tent in my swimsuit, and her eyes reflected her reaction, "Good lord, is it about me?"
I smirked, "It's either you or one of the other sexy girls in the pool."
"Jesus! You DID grow up..." She blushed profusely and lowered her gaze down.
For the rest of the afternoon, we hardly talked. I didn't try to start a conversation and got the impression her mind was somewhere else.
...
At 9 pm, Dad showed up. We shook hands, and he blurted, "I heard you did well in Oxford. I am proud of you and hope you'll do well here. I talked about you with some of my influential friends. They promised to find you a good paying job once you are done."
"Thanks, Dad, but that's still years away."
"Well, I am very busy all the time, and I doubt we'll meet a lot, so I just wanted you to be aware that if you stay in Florida, your future is secure. Listen, I am tired. I go to sleep, and if you need anything, contact me through my secretary." And then he left.
I watched a sitcom with Mom, and an hour later, I felt lightheaded. Was it the hot sun? Jetlag?
I went to sleep at 10:30 pm.
I woke up at 11:15 feeling the bed was moving. I saw Mom entering the other side.
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Dad snores too loudly. It's a year now that if I do not fall asleep before him, his snoring is too bothersome. My solution was to come to sleep in this bed."
"We have several guest rooms in this big house. Do you want me to move to another room?"
"No. As long as you don't snore too loudly, the presence of another person in my bed actually makes me feel safer."
"OK. I'm going to sleep. Good night."
I slept like a log but woke up at 3 am. Jetlag was a factor, and I also needed to pee. I moved quietly to the bathroom and peed. When I came back, I saw Mom's blanket covering only her lower body. She was sleeping on her side, facing me. Her pouty lips were cute. The upper parts of her awesome tits were clearly visible in the small nighty she wore. Even sleeping, she was a real MILF...
I moved to the other side and tried to sleep. It took longer than I expected, but the next thing I remembered was waking up with the sun shining and the other side of the bed was empty. I dressed in my shorts and a tee shirt and went outside.
Mom spotted me, "Here is the lazy bum. Breakfast, honey?"
"Good idea. I'm starving."
Ah, breakfast at home. Last time I had it was 3 years ago... The fresh over-easy eggs, toast, cream cheese, natural orange juice, and Nespresso coffee felt like heaven on earth. When I was done, I kissed her cheek, "Pretty, sexy, and now a great cook. Will you marry me?"
She had a strange smile but remained quiet. "Mom, do you care to go to the beach instead of tanning in the yard?"
"Good idea. Dad never liked the sun or the seashore. And even if he did, he would never find the time to do it. Let's go. You drive."
Mother was ready shortly after, having on a short cover. I wore my Speedo with shorts and a tee shirt like the day before. I drove to South Beach. We got 2 chairs and an umbrella and sat down. Mom removed her cover, and I noticed this time her white bikini was skimpier than before: The bottom part was a low cut, and the top barely covered her flesh. Basically, except for her nipples, where I saw their shadow through the thin material, the rest was exposed.
I ogled her unabashedly and mumbled, "Mom, your figure is fantastic. Just so you know, this beach is clothing optional. Look at these 2 girls on the right and the grandmother in front of us. So if you want a full tan, it's totally legal."
She smirked, "Honey, are you telling me all this because you care about your dear mother, or you want to see my tits?"
"Officially, I am quoting the data, but unofficially, I'd like to plead the fifth..."
"Shame on you!"
"I know, Mom. Trust me, I have no idea how I am going to live with myself after telling you about it."
