Preface

Mom was very sad when dad, Jack, died from an undiagnosed illness at a very young age - he was only 37 years old. Mom, Julie is her name, was 35 and I, Jack junior or JJ, I was 18, now I’m. It wasn’t easy for mom and me at the beginning. Mom had to take care of figuring out all the financial situations, banking, insurance and so on. Mom’s a smart lady, studied in actuary sciences and had finished 9 levels towards becoming a certified Actuary when dad passed away. Mom decided to take a bit of time off. This is a picture of mom when she was about 18, 19 dressed in her school uniform. I don’t remember why I have this particular photo but I love it, she looks so smart and seductive!

Mom was quite conservative around the neighborhood, around town, in restaurants and at work. Her clothing was a little loose hiding her amazing body around town and completely office appropriately dressed at work. When they were together, or we for that matter, dad would keep her close letting her breasts, hips or ass rub up against him. Sometimes she would hold our arms and everyone could see how beautiful and seductive she was, how everyone could easily see her 38DD breasts against her taut blouse, she’d try to cover up but dad would keep her arms in place, only for the two men in her life. She was somewhat shy and blushed a little. I didn’t realize how lucky or fortunate my dad and I were having such a perfectly shaped and attractive and intelligent lady of our own. Actually, she was simply mom and nothing else ... for the moment!

Mom started walking around the house not worrying or bothering what she’s wearing - bra and panties, or wearing one of dad’s light dress-shirts leaving a couple buttons open, or a mid-thigh wrap-around dressing gown held closed with a sash, making my cock hard all the time when she moved, making the flaps open and close like KP in the kitchen scene in Taboo, or a short or long rather transparent nightie without a bra or sometimes wearing only a thong or string panty ... my cock throbbed constantly, but it shouldn’t, she’s my mom!. Mom was gorgeous, and unfortunately, let herself go a bit not taking care of her looks, not brushing her long blonde hair, or no blush on her cheeks or lipstick. But she didn’t need any artificial makeup to make her look perfect. It didn’t bother me though, I was a teenager, mom never noticed that I cared or didn’t show it. Sometimes she’d take a drink or two once in a while, and start crying. I tried consoling her or taking her into my arms, nothing more than that though.