I rolled out of bed fairly early, even though there was no real reason to. I wouldn't be starting college until the fall, so I could have slept in if I wanted to. The view out the window when I opened it was still strange to me. Born and raised in Iowa, the sight of the ocean off in the distance on a summer morning in Florida was a far cry from what I was used to.
Mom had told me the story several times about her and my Dad - whom I'm named for - scheming a move to Florida as their ultimate goal. Even though he died in a car accident caused by a drunk driver when I was eight, she'd followed through as soon as her investments and the tanked housing market had made it possible.
I'd been the man of the house ever since Dad died, and I took the job seriously. It meant that I didn't have a lot of time for friends or being a kid, but Mom eventually gave up on changing my mind. The steadily increasing load of chores I took on let her concentrate on working and building on the money from Dad's life insurance policy. Despite the recession, Mom had been able to leave her office behind two years ago.
I stretched and went to the dresser to grab some clean clothes. As I thought about it, I changed my mind and grabbed my new swimsuit instead. A few laps in the pool sounded like a good start to the morning, and the newness of having one in the back yard - along with a hot tub - hadn't quite worn off on me.
"Morning, Mom," I said as I came down the stairs to find her sitting on the couch doing something on her smartphone.
"Morning? I've already had breakfast, a workout, and a shower. Where have you been?" Her stern expression, which I already knew was fake, faded. "Just kidding. You should get all the sleep you can before college. It will be a precious commodity then. Going for a swim?"
"If you're going to sass me, at least come here and give me a kiss."
Chuckling, I walked over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"I was just wondering if maybe you were going to go to the beach. We've been here for months, and you've barely left the house."
"Just trying to get settled. I'm still not completely unpacked."
"Excuses, excuses," she said, and then gave me a swat on the butt.
"Have you skimmed the pool yet this morning?" I asked as I backed toward the hallway.
She shook her head.
"I'll get it and check the filters and stuff."
"You don't have to do all that. You know, I'm going to have to get used to taking care of myself again eventually."
"Who says? I'm only going to be like ten minutes away this fall." With that I turned and headed down the hallway to the sliding glass doors at the back of the house.
I grabbed the skimmer and took care of that first, even though there were only a few odd bugs and a lonely leaf floating on the surface. It didn't take long to do the rest of the pool maintenance, but I was already dripping with sweat when I finished.
A dive into the blissfully cool waters took care of that.
I swam laps for a while, and then climbed out, headed for the diving board. Curiosity had me wondering if I could hit the second floor windows with a can-opener splash. About the time I climbed up, I heard the sliding door open.
"Well, what do you think?"
I couldn't think at first, let alone answer. I'd never seen Mom in anything but a one-piece swimsuit, so the sight of her in a white bikini with large black polka dots just locked my brain up.
She'd always worked out a little, but since moving to Florida and having the space to set up a room for it in the house, she'd really picked up her workouts - and it showed. Though never really fat, she'd dropped a couple of dress sizes over the winter and spring. I'd already noticed, but there was no way to miss it with so much of her body on display.
A breeze stirred her short blonde hair as she stood with her hands held out to the side in a modeling gesture. The top strained to contain her boobs, which looked even bigger now that she had toned the rest of her figure. Though her tummy wasn't flat, she had trimmed it a lot, and there were only a few faint stretch marks. The bottoms hugged her hips, though they were relatively conservative as bikinis go, leaving her long, smooth, gorgeous legs bare.
Right here is where I have to admit that this wasn't the first time I'd looked at her and thought things a guy really shouldn't think about his mother. It's probably because I had a thing for Milf porn.
Or, maybe it was the other way around.
Anyway, back home, my friends had constantly teased me about how hot she was. It embarrassed the hell out of me, because I always felt a bit of jealousy every time they talked about her. They were trying to rile me up when they talked about how big her boobs were, or how hot her butt looked in jeans, but the truth was that I'd noticed the same thing.
Over the last couple of years, I'd been noticing it a lot more. At various times, I'd felt so dirty and disrespectful that I could barely talk to her. Dealing with it day in and day out had taken some of the edge off, but never completely eliminated either my attraction to her, or the feelings that caused in turn.
While I stood there stunned with a million thoughts racing through my head, she let her hands fall to her side, sighed, and said, "I knew it. I look ridiculous, don't I?"
I managed to find my voice upon hearing the disappointment in hers. That absolutely cut to the bone. "No, you look great, Mom."
"Don't just say what you think I want to hear, Chance."
"I'm not. You look great."
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Really? I'm not too flabby?" She laid a hand over her tummy. "Or saggy?" Her hand moved to her left breast.
"No, it looks great on you. Can really tell you've been working out. I just wasn't expecting it."
"I almost believe you." She walked over toward me. "Mind if I join you?"
Realizing to my shame that I was about half hard and my dripping swim trunks weren't going to do much to hide it, I quickly said, "I was just going to take one more dive and head back in. See if anybody is online looking for a game."
"I swear, you live on that computer." She shook her head and laughed. "So much like your father. Go on then. It's hot."
I dived in and made absolutely sure I was facing away from her when I popped up on the other side. As soon as she dived, I hurried to the door to grab a towel from the shelf inside, letting it fall in front of me for cover. I glanced back to see her slicking the water out of her hair. Streams of water cascaded down her body and into her cleavage, plainly visible at the surface.
I passed the halfway mark at that point.
Trying - unsuccessfully - to shake the image out of my mind's eye, I dried off and hightailed it to the safety of my room, and the online world.
I'd been online for a couple of hours when I heard a knock on the door. "Yeah?"
Mom opened the door and peeked in. "You didn't have any breakfast. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, actually," I admitted, as I had just been thinking about going downstairs and nuking a hot pocket or something.
"I'm craving pizza."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'll order it and call you when it gets here."
About ten minutes later, I heard someone pull up and looked out the window. A guy walked around to the back of a delivery truck and emerged with a large, skinny box. He pushed it toward the house on a cart, and I wondered what it was as I turned back to the computer. When the pizza arrived, I went downstairs and saw the box propped up near the front door.
"My new deck chair," Mom answered as she sat the pizza box down on the coffee table.
"Cool." I plopped down on the couch and reached for a slice as soon as Mom opened the box.
She sat down next to me and took her own slice. A chill ran up my spine when she moaned with the first bite. "Oh, I'm so going to regret this, but it's so good."
Still trying to shake off how sexy that moan sounded, I stood up and asked, "Do you want a Coke?"
"Yes, but get me a glass of tea instead. At least then I'll only have this going straight to my hips," she answered, gesturing with the pizza before taking another bite.
I brought back our drinks, then I polished off most of the pizza, since Mom only had two slices.
"Don't get too used to that metabolism," she teased as I finished. "Before you know it, you'll be old like me and have to run for half the day just to keep from turning into a blimp."
"You're not old, Mom."
"You're sweet," she said, and flashed me a brilliant smile before kissing me on the cheek.
"Uhm, you want me to take that box out back by the pool?"
"Could you, please? There's no way I can lift it."
"No problem," I answered, and popped up from the couch. As it turned out, it was a bit of a problem. The box was big, awkward, and none too light.
"Don't hurt yourself, Chance," Mom said as I struggled to find the right grip.
"I've got it," I said, my pride taking a bit of a hit. I finally got it picked up, and did my best not to show how much I was struggling with it as I carried it to the back door.
Once I finally got the thing outside and leaned it up against the house, I sighed in relief and leaned right next to it. Knowing that Mom wasn't exactly the handiest with tools, I decided to put it together for her. My friends back in Iowa had said they were headed to the lake and wouldn't be online, so I didn't really have anything better to do.
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