Welcome to my latest fantasy. I had planned on having this done in time for Christmas, but unfortunately life got in the way. My suggestion is to check the tags before reading as I'm sure this story is not for everyone. It is a little long-winded, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. As always comments, both good or bad, are welcome.
'Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past, the winds of fate conspired to form a perfect union for a Mother and Son...'
At ten-thirty-six Thursday morning twenty-year-old David Cavenaugh eased his Ford F-150 into the driveway and parked next to the open garage, his mother's silver Lexus parked inside. Shutting off the engine he leaned back in the seat and let out a deep sigh. It felt so good to be back home. The aircraft carrier he was assigned to had just finished up a six-month patrol in the Pacific and he had two weeks liberty before he had to report back for duty. Stepping out of the truck he stretched his muscular six-foot frame, his eyes taking in the clear blue sky. He marveled at the fact that here it was four days before Christmas and the temperature was well into the sixties.
"You gotta love Central California in the winter," he said aloud.
Leaving his seabag in the truck he went through the garage and opened the door that led into the kitchen. Off to the right the open floor plan revealed the well-furnished front room filled with an oversized plush sofa, a matching loveseat and two lazy boy recliners. To the left of the front room sat a tiny dining room, the small dining table unused since his father's passing. Next to that was a half bath. But his attention wasn't focused on the furnishings. It was firmly focused on the woman directly across the kitchen standing with her back to him. The woman of his dreams, all five-foot five, one hundred and twenty-five pounds of her. He stood there just taking in the sight of his mother, her hands busy rinsing some dishes in the sink while she stared out the window into the back yard.
She looked just like she had when he had last seen her nearly eight months ago. Her short bottled-blond hair looked unkempt, as if she had just gotten up. The white baggy t-shirt she wore was sleeveless, the arm holes stretched so far out of shaped that they nearly reached her waist. Beneath the hem of the shirt he could see almost all of her ass, covered only by thin pink bikini panties. His cock twitched at the sight of her butt crack showing clearly through the thin material. Without taking his eyes off her he leaned against the doorjamb and drank in her toned figure. More blood flowed into his cock when she shifted position allowing a brief glimpse of side boob through the drooping armhole. The fact that his cock was getting stiff didn't bother him in the least; he'd long ago came to terms with the knowledge that his mother turned him on to no end. Seeing her dressed like she was only affirmed his belief that she was one of the sexiest women on the planet.
Evelyn Cavenaugh hummed as she rinsed out her breakfast dishes, completely unaware that she was being watched. She was in an extraordinarily happy mood because today was the day that her boyfriend Larry was coming over for one of their get-togethers. Friends with benefits is how they viewed their relationship, no real commitments, just the occasional romp in the sack. She liked it that way. For about five minutes she continued her daydreaming until suddenly she felt that odd feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she slowly began to turn around. A chill ran down her spine and oddly she felt her nipples start to harden.
David's hazel eyes grew wide when she finally turned around to face him. The bulge in his pants growing larger as he gazed first at the twin brown points poking out the front of her shirt before letting his eyes drift down to see the triangle of a dark bush visible through the thin pink panties. A shudder ran through him as he brought his eyes back up and locked them onto her sparkling green eyes. He almost laughed at the startled look on her face.
Evelyn held one hand up to her mouth, the other clutching her chest as she squawked, "David? What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be here for two more days."
"Well, hello to you too," he remarked, a broad smile on his face as he spread his arms out.
The love she felt for her son rushed through her causing her to forget how she was dressed. With a squeal of delight she raced forward and ran into his arms, oblivious to how her tits bounced around with each step. She wasn't oblivious to the bulge in his pants however, she instantly felt it pressing into her lower abdomen as soon as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her.
"Oh sweetheart, I've missed you so much," she purred, squeezing herself even tighter into him.
"I missed you too, Mama," he replied, his hands gently stroking her back before they slid down her sides and settled onto her wide hips.
For several minutes they clung to each other, neither wanting to let the other go. But part they did. Evelyn stepped back and stared openly at her son, marveling at how fit he looked. The feel of his body against hers lingered even though they were no longer touching. Slowly she let her eyes roam over his body until they came upon the sizable bulge in his pants. A shiver of sexual arousal wormed its way through her body causing her panties to become damp.
'Get a grip girl, that's your son!' she silently admonished herself as she quickly tore her eyes away from his crotch.
David wasn't as timid as his mother about where his eyes were looking; they were firmly locked onto her chest. He knew from snooping into her laundry hamper long ago that she was a 38 D cup, and judging by what he was seeing her tits hadn't lost any of their firmness. The light brown quarter-inch areolas were clearly visible through her top, and her nipples appeared to be quite pronounced. A smile formed on his lips as he finally lifted his gaze back up to her face. The wicked smile on her face caught him by surprise until she spoke.
"Looks to me like you've been out to sea too long," she said with a snicker.
"Can you blame me, Mom," he replied, once more letting his eyes roam over her nearly naked body.
The realization of how she was dressed suddenly hit her. Glancing down she saw her nipples tenting her shirt.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry honey!" she shrieked, making a feeble attempt to cover herself as she ran from the room and bounded up the stairs.
David watched her ass jiggle until she was out of sight, adjusted his dick in his pants, then went out to his truck for his seabag. Once he had it stowed away in his old bedroom he made his way back downstairs where he found his mother. She hadn't changed out of her clothes, but she had ran a brush through her hair and put on a short cotton robe. A stab of disappointment fluttered through him when he saw how the robe hid all that loveliness. He took a seat on one of the stools that lined the backside of the kitchen island.
"Coffee?" Evelyn asked, already reaching into the cupboard for a cup.
"Sounds good," he replied.
After making each of them a cup she brought them over and sat on the stool next to his. He took a sip and let out a purr of satisfaction. It had been a long time since he'd had a decent cup of joe, instead of that swill the Navy passed off as coffee. They spent the next hour catching up on what was going on with the other. Evelyn told him about her new expansion plans for her boutique, one of the trendiest in the valley. He told her about his time at sea. When she asked if he'd had any romantic interludes at some exotic port he just laughed.
"Why's that so funny?" she inquired.
