My name is Jeff, I am 18 years old and I love my mom. Her name is Mary.
You may think so what we all love our moms, BUT I make love to my mom.
It all started when my dad left my mom for another woman, it was the worst day of her life, and she did everything for him and worshiped the ground he walked on. He came in one day and packed a bag and left, not a word why or a reason.
We found out three days later when a letter came from his lawyer stating he wanted a divorce and gave a financial settlement.
I came home and found my mom sobbing, she had kept it all from me but I eventually got the whole story from her.
Our lives changed that day, mom got a job and I left college and got a job in a sawmill, we refused to talk about him just carried on with our lives.
Many nights I heard mom crying in her room, I tried to comfort her but she refused to listen.
Christmas loomed upon us, we knew it would not be the same but we put up the decorations and sent out the usual cards to our friends. We had been invited to a friend's party, mom tried to stay at home, but I managed to get her interested eventually.
When mom came out from her room I gasped, she looked stunning, gone was the dowdy clothes she had taken to wearing, she had a long flowing gown that hugged her body like a second skin.
She came up to me and hugged me. "Jeff today is the start of a new lease of life for this family, now lets go and get drunk"!
As I escorted mom from the house to the car I felt proud to be with her. As I opened the car door she slid into the seat, her gown had a slit running along the side; I was treated to a flash of bare thigh and the top of her stockings.
"WOW mom dead sexy" I laughed, she playfully slapped my wrist and called me a pervert who ogles old women.
We drove to the party and were greeted as a couple; my friends were astounded by the transformation of my mom. Many of them danced with her and complements came from all angles, at last she was relaxing.
A slow piece of music drifted through the night as I got a drink I felt a hand on my sleeve, turning, I saw mom.
"Too good to dance with an older woman eh"
I laughed and took her elbow and led her to the dance floor, her arms clasped behind my head and we moved together, she laid her head on my shoulder and I held her close.
I could smell her perfume it was so subtle but arousing at the same time.
"Thanks Jeff, I am really glad we came tonight, " suddenly she kissed my cheek gently, I felt elated, here I was dancing with the sexiest lady in the room and she was my mom.
We danced as lovers, close and hardly moving, I felt aroused as we clung to each other, soon the music stopped. We danced all night together, until the party ended at three o'clock; slowly we made our way to the car.
"When was the last time you saw the sunrise young man", she quipped." only from my bed I laughed. "Take me to needle point taxi" she laughed getting in the car.
Needle point was know as lovers lane, high above the town you could look onto the lights of the streets below. A we drove up the winding lane mom talked about the party, I didn't realize before but she was a little drunk.
When we arrived it was deserted, the lovers had gone and the place was ours.
Mom looked at the town below; the odd car made it's way along the deserted streets.