Hello, my name is Brad, I was an apartment dweller until management decided to sell the property so I had to move back home with mom bushe was glad to have me back. Dad died a while ago, he was never in good health and I guess his body was just plum worn out.
Back in my twenties I started to look at Mom through the eyes of a man, not just her son. I started to see her as Gail, a good looking woman, rather than Mom. Yeah I fancied her and her good looks and we did some pretty neat things together like going to musicals, plays and movies, and we always went out to dinner together. Mom started to notice my interest in her and she liked the attention I gave her back then.
Now sixteen years later I am back at mom's and sheis looking hotter then ever and I have even more of an interest in being intimate with her. I always loved her as a mother, now my thoughts of her are more of an attraction to an older, really good looking woman and not just my mother.
She stands 5' 10" with long flowing black hair with touches of grey, 44DD bosoms, a buxom figure with shapely hips and a soft lusciously curved ass.She looks great for her 57 years and I could be very happy being with her.
Most of the time Mom dresses very business like, a nice skirt and blouse with low pumps in black patent and her glasses on a chain of pearls or small purple beads ... Ah but when she dresses in a black skirt, white blouse with a ruffled v neck and spectator style heels, which are pat. black at the toes and heels and white leather between, I start to want to be more than just her son.
Being in her late fifties mom wears glasses for reading, the half-moon or half-square style in silver or gold and they always hang from a chain of beads, samll pearls or glass purple beads as Beading is one of her hobbies.
Mom knew I borrowed her glasses from time to time when the print was a bit too small for me to read, but I did not know she knew that I did more than just read with her glasses. Seeing Mom wearing her half-glasses in a V-necked blouse and mid thigh skirt was a real turn on for me. I'd start getting hard just looking at her with her glasses on. I had no idea she knew what was going on with her son and her glasses and that she had no trouble with her thirty six year old son having a fetish for her various pairs of reading glasses.
I work as a stock broker and lately it was getting to be a real drag, I lost two, damn good, commissions and someone was looking to have my head on the chopping block. I knew I would never sell them stock again. My boss tried in vain to explain, but his words fell on deaf ears.
These things happen but lately it seemed to be a lot more often than usual and some of the big bosses were no longer pleased with my work.
When I got home, mom saw I was upset and asked me what was wrong. I told her about the 'lost' commissions and how some of the higher ups wanted my head in a vise. a vise.
Mom came to me, looking hotter than ever with a beaker of Harveys Bristol creme. I liked that she had her half-glasses half way down her nose, how the beaded chain moved on her neck and the way the soft light from an antique tiffany lamp sparkled in her glasses as she walked towards me.
"Here sweetie, maybe this will help you feel better. I think you may be getting burned out at work. Even a few months ago I noticed you were not as content as you were six months ago. Tell me, why did you give up the idea of being a motorcycle technician? I know you thought about it last year and I'm wondering why you gave it up?"
"I don't know. I just thought that making making money more important. But now I'd rather work on locomotives or lay railroad track for the railroad than work as a broker. I just want to enjoy life and ride my Harley. Speaking of which, I was thinking of getting another one."
"Not one of those rice burner crotch rockets I hope?"
Mom was refering to those bikes where the rider is slouched over the gas tank behind the handlebars as he or she screams down the road.
"No, not a crotch rocket.A Harley Sportster, I saw one a few days ago. Its an XL 1200 that looks like it rolled off the 'Happy days set. No fiberglass cowlings or shrouds, just all motorcycle.
"So, if you bought a new bike, could I ride with you?"
"You mean you'd, want, to ride with me?"
"Well yes, I mean if you'd like me to."
"Mom, I would love for you to ride with me, that's a great idea."
My mind went from 1st gear to 5th in two seconds flat, trying to figure out how this could possibly get us in the sack.
"I would like that very much Brad, and I think we could get a lot closer out on the road, taking road trips, riding all day, then stopping for a great meal and getting a nice room for the night."
She did not say rooms, did she.
"I'd like that too, Mom."
"Oh Brad, we can have a great time riding together.I could be your 'Biker Momma, ' no one needs to know that I am really your mother, all they need to know is to know is that you are riding with a hot looking older woman."
"Yeah, when we're out on the road you can use your maiden name and I'll just call you Gail."
"Now Brad, I know that you have been looking at me in a sexual way and frankly I like that. Do you know how much it means to an older woman when a guy twenty years younger has an interest in her, that he wants her, and in your case, I am sure, has fantasies about her as well?"
"It makes her feel young again, and quite frankly alittle horny.So I am really looking forward to spending some quality time together on you and your bike."
'Hmmm, did she just say what I think she said, or was that a simple slip of the tounge.'
Mom left to go play Bingo with her friends and I was at the house doing a lot of thinking. Damn, I felt good. Mom knows I want her and she loves the idea, and she wants to be my biker momma, that is so hot.
The next day I went back to the Harley dealer and the bike was still there, since I had a bikers endorsement I was able to take her out for a ride. The price was fair as it is an oldie and the engine in pretty good condition. I took her out and a salesman went with me. He got pissed that I rolled on the throttle and blew past him at a good ninety miles an hour but I was going to know what that bike could do before I bought it.
The salesman cooled off when I laid down a fist full of hundred dollar bills. I bought gloves goggles and half helmets for Mom and I got on my bike and rode home.
Mom was not home when I pulled into the driveway.She had gone to the store because we were out of groceries. But when she got home she was so exited about the bike, she wanted to go for a ride right then. Well of course I helped her get the food into the fridge and cupboards first.
"Okay Gail, I know a nice place we can go for a ride."
"Ooo, using my first name already, eh?"
"Guess I better get into the Biker Momma role, huh?"
So she put on the helmet, goggles, then got on the bike behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist as we rolled out of the driveway, up the road to nineth street and headed north on Route 275 up through Tampa and I loved the way she felt as she held on to me with her arms around me and her large lovely breasts pushed into my back.
We stayed on route 275 through Tampa and it ended on route 75 North, so we went up a few miles, filled the tank and went South on 75 so we could pick up the lower end of route 275, go northwest and over the sunshine skyway and back into St. Petersburg. This ride was good for a hundred and fifty miles.
It was dusk when we pulled into the Olive Garden on Route 19 in Pinellas park. Gail was as giddy as a school girl on her first date. She totally loved the ride and I so totally loved being with her.
"So you're taking your Biker Momma to dinner?"
"I sure am. I want to show off my new babe."
We had a cozy spot in a booth in the back corner and talked about the ride, mom loved it, and I could see the happiness and excitement that sparkled in her eyes.
The waitress came over and asked if we wanted some wine and Gail said she would have a glass. The waitress came back with bread sticks and salad and gave us more time to look over the bill of fare.
Mom asked, "Want to borrow my glasses Brad? sit here next to me."
I am sitting next to her, thigh to thigh, as she leans over pressing her big boobs against my arm as she offers me her gold half -round style glasses with the beaded neck chain of small pearls.
"Put them on and read the menu, get whatever you want, I know you wanted to take me out but this one is on me for taking me for a great ride.
I had the beaded chain over the back of my neck and Gail's glasses half way down my nose reading the menu when mom reached down between us and gave my cock a real good squeeze. She smiled and looked very pleased I was so hard.
"Damn, that thing is bigger than I expected. I'm glad that my glasses and I make you so hard, and I like the feel of your cock."
"Do you like it when I rub it like this?" she asked as she squeezed my cock again.
"Oh yeah, reading this menu could take quite a while."
"You know Brad, I can make this last a long time, making sure that your huge cock stays hard while you read that menu," Gail said with a grin. "Stay here next to me for a while and I'll you show my appreciation."
I ordered the five cheese ziti, and two meetballs and two sausages and Gail had re-arranged them so the two sausages were end to end with the meatballs on both sides of a sausage. No need to tell me what she had in mind for later on that evening.
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