Prestyn Michaels stood outside, taking in the beauty of the night. She felt like having a cigarette, but she had promised her son Travis that she'd quit. She always kept her word and he had a valid point, it certainly didn't fit with the new health regimen both of them had adopted.
Thanks to good timing, hard work on both their parts and a smidgen of luck, things were on an upswing. Prestyn still had occasional bouts of the blues, but Travis was right. The 41-year old had 10 years of misery which were mostly behind her. The courts had finally nailed her louse of an ex-husband for back alimony and she nearly had her Condo paid off. She had graduated University with honors last year, finally getting her Degree and was working at one of the more prestigious chain stores in the area as a Fashion Buyer. Money in the bank, a good job and a degree she had long been seeking -- what more could she have wanted?
She sighed and this was why she craved a cigarette. She wanted sex or at least a relationship that might
lead
to sex.
Working as a single mother since Travis was 9, she hadn't had much time to date. She'd had a few little flings and a couple of nights with girlfriends that had been naughty and fun, but nothing permanent. Once Travis was in his teens, she'd gone back to University to obtain her degree so she could pursue her writing career. She'd already sold a few small articles to Reader's Digest, nothing major, but Travis had hugged her and taken her out to dinner to celebrate, using money from his after-school job at the Supermarket.
Now that Travis was working steadily, he put all of his extra earnings into Gym Equipment and he took it seriously. The once-nerdy teen had bulked out and the girls were after him daily, but he didn't seem to notice. He looked at his Mom and said "Mom, if you worked out a few times a week and walked to work a couple times, you'd have a killer body in no time flat. You've still got great legs."
Prestyn looked at herself in the mirror when her sun said that. He was right. She still had nice legs and there were few lines that showed her age, her hair didn't have a trace of grey and she had great boobs. Why not accentuate the whole package?
Like everything else in her life, Prestyn went at it with a near-maniacal fury. She didn't work out a few times a week; she worked out every day, even if it was only just for 30 minutes. She bought a bike and used that to go to work most days, weather permitting.
It began to show. Muscles became taut and lean. Pecs, abs, delts -- all that bodybuilder stuff, Prestyn felt like a new stronger, more empowered woman. It drove her crazy that no one seemed to notice -- she couldn't figure it out.
Prestyn had taken to long walks around the neighborhood and sometimes, she would have a good cry. Loneliness -- sometimes it made her feel sick right down to her heart. Tonight was just such a night. The tears began to flow and she just couldn't make them stop.
"Mom?"
"Travis? Darling, please don't ... I don't want you to see me like this."
"Mom, I've seen you cry before. What's wrong? What's got you in such a state?"
"You'll think it's silly."
"Bet I won't. Come on Mom, we've always been straight with each other, so spill it."
She let Travis give her a hug and they sat on the swing in her garden. "Darling, I've done all this self-improvement. I've got a good job. I've got a degree. I've worked out and made myself lean and toned again -- and no one notices, no one at all. I'm lonely Travis; I haven't been out on a date in over 3 years!"
Travis hugged his mother close and saw the moonlight gleaming on her now-tanned body. They'd bought a tanning bed a few months back, even though some might say it wasn't healthy, they both looked good with some golden color highlighting their sleek forms.
"Mom, I'm sorry you're lonely -- no one should be that lonely. As for no one noticing, some of our neighbors have noticed and I sure as hell have, although I can see why
some
might not have."
Prestyn turned to her son, who took her hand and squeezed it gently. "Mom, you're gorgeous -- but you dress like a frump. Your skirts could be a bit shorter, you need to buy some heels, sexy blouses and a bit of naughty lingerie -- pump it up a notch, strut your stuff!"
"You really think I should?"
"Christ Mom ..."
"Language, young man."
"Geez Mom -- you are a drop-dead MILF, so why not let the world see it that way?"
"MILF?"
Travis laughed. "It means Mother I'd Like to ..."