Note: All persons in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.
My mother & father had only been married for 5 years when the joy of their young lives came into this world; that would be me. Six months later however, their joyful lives were shattered when my father was killed in a tragic accident. The big boom crane he was operating on a major construction job came crashing down on him as he tried to escape the rig he was operating, when the ground the crane was "stabilized" upon gave way.
Obviously stunned by the sudden loss of the love of her life, my mother was left with 6 month old son to raise on her own. My mother, Jennifer Johnson, then an absolute knockout at the age of 23, chose to deal with this calamity on her own. Having moved to California with her new husband from the east coast, where both she & her handsome groom were raised. My grandparents all urge her to return east following my father's death. But having been released from all the family drama, Jen had learned to cherish her independence and did not want the interference in her life she knew would result if she succumbed to their wishes.
After all the legal dust settled with the construction firm that employed my dad, the crane manufacturer and the engineering firm that assured the plan design was so sound, Jen was left with a very substantial legal settlement. Additionally, with Jen having just received her MBA prior to my birth she had begun her new career as a financial advisor. Mom was extremely savvy in her ability to manage her new found wealth. She actually could have quit working for the rest of her life and lived very comfortably. Mom loved the financial world and savored her uncanny ability to help her clients as they faced the transitions in their lives, be it a change in careers, marital status, retirement or even the one client she had who had actually won the mega-ball lottery.
And so, with considerable assets of her own and developing a substantial practice, life was very comfortable for us. We lived in a spacious home with all the amenities. I attended the best schools and life was good. It seemed that Jen needed no one in her life except the new love of her life and the total focus of all her waking hours, except for the time she enjoyed pursuing her career; yeah, her new love, that would be me. Consequently mom didn't really date other than the occasional fill in friend when a business event suggested it would be expected for her to have a companion accompany her. No, mom was totally focused on her little boy, which only intensified as he developed into a strapping young man with considerable sports abilities and success. The fact that I also applied myself academically & was being offered a full ride at nearby Stanford University, on a baseball scholarship, simply seemed to enhance our charmed lives.
So let me describe my beautiful mom. Jen Johnson, now 41 years of age, stood 5' 8" with still, a body of a goddess. I had grown in my 18 years to be 6' 3" the same height as my dad at the time of his death. Mom had always placed an emphasis on both of us remaining fit, with her encouraging both of us to participate in various physical activities including biking, swimming, light weights and the full array of workout machines at our local fitness club. In addition to her fitness routine, mom always took pride in her appearance. Even if casually dressed, her make up was perfect & never over-done, and her hair was always presentable & stylish. She always appeared like she just finished a modeling job or just stepped off the set of a movie studio.
Being the typical teenager and living alone with my mom, with her never smothering, but always loving & focused attention on me, she grew to be the total image of womanhood set in my young and ever horny mind. As I became more aware of the female form and my interest in the opposite sex grew, I guess subconsciously, I simply gravitated to a very close and comfortable relationship with my mom. She had it all: dark brown hair, well developed and still perky breasts, a slim waist, a tight toosh and her best feature, OMG legs that went all the way up to her ass.
I had long ago developed a fetish for legs. This may have been because every business day, I saw the perfect model for the modern day career woman, my mom, always dressed in a smart business suit, hosiery and heels. The effect of her consistent fitness routine mixed with stockings and heels always showed her well toned calves and the occasional flash of a lovely thigh. Damn I love legs, even if they are the first things you move out of the way.
My mom also quite often displayed that lovely figure of womanhood to me as we spent substantial time by the pool in our backyard. I belive she relished displaying her fabulous form to the love of her life. Frequently she asked for & received my assistance in apply tanning lotion at least to her bare back and those long stems of legs.
With me having set an all time high school record in the state for home runs in a single season and in a high school career, in the state of California, you can well imagine that I certainly didn't lack for friends. This was particularly true of my buddies who always wanted to come swimming at our house. They loved mom doting over our every need with snacks & drinks by our pool in her normal pool attire, one of her barely there bikinis. I can tell you they were forever ribbing me, wanting to know how I could control myself living with such a hot mom. Truth is, I couldn't. On most days, I found a way to jack off at least a couple times with mom as the sole subject of my nasty thoughts. Damn what a woman!
After dressing so professional for work, when she came through the door at night, off came the heels immediately and by the time she reached her bedroom door, more often than not she was about half undressed. Thanks to our seemingly endless chamber of commerce weather, mom loved to dress down around home in halter tops sans bra, flip flops and shorts highlighting those heavenly legs to the max.
Recently I had gotten into the habit while watching TV with mom (always enjoyable) of offering to give her feet and those lovely gams a massage. She never turned me down and she had to know I never failed to pop a woody before the task was completed. She never commented, apparently knowing it was only normal for a young man to be aroused by such a heavenly creature.
Isn't it always the case that events seem to pile up on our calendars on the same date. We can go for weeks with nothing special and then it seems that there a two or more important events scheduled for the same day/weekend. So it was decided that in two weeks, I would be presented with my Stanford scholarship on Saturday afternoon. It was strongly suggested that even though an afternoon affair, formal dress ware was expected for the presentation. With the press there, the University always wanted to portray an elite image and made it clear that we should present ourselves as such.
No sooner had I been notified of this date, when mom came bursting through the door with the great news that she was being presented with a huge bonus for being deemed the Advisor of the Year at an industry-wide conference that same weekend. With some great negotiation skills, mom was able to get the presentation of her award delayed to the start of the evening session of the conference on, you guessed it, that same Saturday!
So, mom & I decided we would go all out with me in a tux and mom, well, mom refused to let me know what she would be wearing, as she wanted to surprise me. But I knew she would be an absolute knock out and the guys eyes would be glued to my lovely mother's figure. I was pretty sure my eyes would also find a similar distraction.
I was ready at 12:30 pm sharp. Checking the full length mirror in my room, I thought, "Not bad; not bad at all"! I just hoped mom would find me equally as attractive as I knew I would find her. So I went into the den to wait.
And then the unmistakable sound of her heels on the foyer outside the den ... fuck! Are you kidding me? Damn, I thought. Why does this sensuous angel have to be my mother?
As she entered the den, let me paint the beautiful vision of the sexy lady that entered the room. Jen was dressed in a figure hugging full length gown of red satin. A slit ran from the floor to mid-thigh on either side and with each step forward a well toned stockinged leg peeked from beneath the confines of this elegant gown. My eyes drifted north and found the top of the dress lay barely covering her ample breasts, but with the plunging neck line it formed a deep cleavage. The top was hooked around the back of ther neck, providing the total exposure of her lovely tanned back.
I thought one or the other breasts would pop free for full view any second, with the sides of each mound clearly visible. Her hair in a pixie style highlighted by the golden hooped earrings dangling from each ear.
