Homecoming

I pulled into the driveway of my childhood home and parked the car. Nervously, I grabbed my bags and made my way to the front door, uncertain of what my mother would think of me. I had lost my job and come crawling back to her, feeling like a failure.

As I rang the doorbell, I heard footsteps approaching from inside. The door swung open, revealing my mother standing there.

She looked as beautiful as ever, with her dark, short hair and curvy body. But it was her way of speaking that always made her so attractive — she was always cheerful, excited about life, and ready to take care of anyone she loved.

“Alex! Welcome home!” Her voice was bright with genuine joy, her arms already opening for a hug.

“Hi, Mom. Sorry about all this...” I felt the weight of my failures pressing down on me, making my voice smaller than I intended.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t apologize. Just come here and give me a hug. I’ve missed you so much. But ... you look so pale...”

Her concern was immediate and maternal, exactly what I’d expected but somehow more touching than I’d prepared for.

“It’s nothing, Mom. I just haven’t slept much these days. How are the girls?”

“Oh, my poor little boy. Of course you couldn’t sleep after everything that’s happened. And that landlord! He has no right to just leave you out in the cold like that. I’ll have to speak to him tomorrow.”

I could see her protective instincts kicking in, ready to fight battles for me even when I’d failed to fight them myself.

“Mom, please don’t worry about it. I’ll figure something out.”

“Well, anyway, the girls are doing fine. Helen will be back soon, but Lucy is here. She’s been so excited to see you again.”

As my mom talked about Lucy, my eyes wandered to her outfit and I noticed that she was wearing a blue gown I had never seen before. Her thighs were barely covered, and her breasts were bulging through the open cleavage at the front. She didn’t wear such revealing outfits before.

The sight caught me off guard. This was different from the conservative mother I remembered. My eyes lingered longer than they should have, drinking in the changed appearance of the woman who’d raised me.

Holy ... Fucking ... Shit...

The thought hit me like a physical blow. My mother’s body, displayed in a way that seemed almost deliberate, sent an unwelcome jolt of arousal through me. The blue fabric clung to her curves in all the right places, the deep neckline showcasing cleavage that made my mouth go dry.

I forced myself to look away, shame burning in my chest, but the image was already burned into my mind.

“Alex! You’re back!”

Lucy’s voice rang out as she appeared, throwing herself into my arms just like she used to when we were kids. But she must have forgotten she’d grown up, and that her perky breasts were pressing against my chest.

Lucy, my princess, had grown up since the last time I saw her. Her body had filled out into the curves of a young woman, but she still had that same exuberant energy I remembered.

“I’ve missed you so much! You haven’t been home in ages!”

“I missed you too, Princess. I’m sorry I didn’t come to visit.”

Lucy smiled and for a moment, she was my sweet little princess again. Well, except now she was a stunning young woman and her clothes had become much more mature. She was wearing a short skirt that clung to her thighs and a pink top with a cleavage that was almost as revealing as my mom’s.

“So, why didn’t you come home to see me? I was beginning to think you had forgotten all about me...”

Her pout was as effective as ever, making guilt twist in my stomach.

“Uhm, I...”

How could I come home without achieving anything? Empty-handed, like a beggar?

“Oh, Lucy, leave him alone, he’s been through a lot. Come on, let’s go eat.”

Mom’s intervention saved me from having to explain my pride and shame, and we moved to the kitchen where a dinner I had dreamed of during college waited for me. The familiar smells and warmth made my mouth water as I sat down.

“Wow, Mom...”

“I wanted to cheer you up, so I made something special. It’s good to see you home after four years without a visit.”

“Sorry ... I really didn’t have any time before now.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. What matters is that you’re here. By the way, what happened to your job? All you said on the phone was that you lost it.”

Just as I was dreading having to explain my failures, we heard the sound of the front door opening.

“Oh, that must be Helen.”

Great timing, I really want to go into the details of how I lost my job.

“Helen! Come here and see who’s come back!”

Heavy footsteps approached from the corridor, and the kitchen door swung open to reveal my older sister Helen, who looked unpleasantly surprised to see me. Her eyes darted from me to Mom, and soon her surprise turned to disgust.