Chapter 1

I guess the way to start this narrative is to introduce myself. My name is Hector and I am a nineteen year old first year student at a college about a two hour drive from home. The car I drove, a current year Ford Mustang was a high school graduation gift from my parents.

Fortunately, my family was well off meaning I had never experienced financial woes at any time in my life. My dad was a big shot lawyer who had seldom been home when I was growing up. Dad had dedicated his life to attaining wealth through his career. Alexandros, usually addressed as Alex, was a large, formerly well built man of Greek heritage. Over the years, Dad had morphed into a fat slob and a drunk.

My mom, Angelika, also of Greek heritage, could have been the exact antithesis of my father. Mom was devoted to our extended family, myself, and our home. Although pushing forty years of age, she had maintained her figure. Family photos from Mom’s youth showed a hot young woman with big boobs, long blondish hair to her waist, a flat tummy, and legs that went on forever.

Mom was five eight and despite having given birth to me at the age of nineteen had maintained her figure with only a few pounds added and pouching her tummy. Her boobs, 36C’s I knew from snooping, seemed firm yet and gravity defying.

Mom’s legs were long and muscular. Her favorite footwear for formal occasions were four inch stilettoes while she favored tight, form fitting dresses and skirts for all occasions. She turned her nose up at pants and jeans. Of course, with her long legs on display, she wore stockings almost every day.

Although over the years I had seen Mom in various stages of undress, I never really paid any attention to her in a sexual way. My female attractions were the girls I went to school with, never having any issues finding a girlfriend. It was only in high school while chatting with some buddies after class had been dismissed for the day, that I began to see Mom as a sexually attractive creature.

One of my guys pointed to a hot blonde walking across the parking lot in our general direction.

“That is one hot momma!” he said pointing her out.

“That woman defines MILF,” said another.

“Holy fuck, guys, that’s my mom!”

Everyone looked at each other in varying levels of embarrassment before scuttling away. Walking as if she were on a model’s runway, Mum came up to me. My eyes opened by the guys, I had to agree with their characterization of her as a MILF.

From that afternoon onward, I sought out opportunities to check out my MILF. It didn’t matter if she were in bathing suits or skirts and dresses, I looked at her as a woman and not a mom in the most surreptitious manner I could. Whenever she was out and I was home alone, I would also find my nose in her lingerie drawer. Literally. The perfume she wore adhered to her clean laundry. Her natural perfume, or musk, adhered to her used lingerie in the clothes hamper.

My last summer home before college seemed to find me in a perpetual state of blue balls. It was the hottest summer in recorded history of our area meaning much time was spent in the pool.

A coincidence, no doubt, but with my close friends and their girlfriends visiting almost daily, the girls seem to find themselves in a constant competition to see who had the skimpiest bathing suit, the sexiest body in that bikini, and the most outrageous behaviour in their bikinis.

Mum came out to see what the commotion was all about on one of our earliest days, to catch the girls doing sexy dances and flashing us from their stage on the diving board. Most of the guys preferred the girls flashing one eyes, baring their pussies for a moment, but I was always a tits and ass man.

Busted! Also wearing a bikini, Mom stood at the far end of the pool watching the goings on. The group noticed her almost immediately and called out loud hellos. Of course, the level of raunchiness on the diving board dropped off. I wasn’t sure if she had seen the flashings from her angle. Maybe we weren’t busted.

After smiling and waving at the group, Mom turned around and returned to the house, signaling me to follow her. I guess she had seen our shenanigans after all.

She was waiting for me in the kitchen. She wasn’t smiling.

“Hec, you can’t let those girls do that,” she said.

“But, Mom, they were just dancing.”

“They were not just dancing, Hector. They were also flashing you boys. I don’t want that happening in my house.”

“But, Mom.”

My mother interrupted me.

“No, but moms,” she said in a tone indicating she was close to being angry. “I won’t have it, young man!”

Conceding defeat, I replied, “Yes, Mom.”

“I think you should send your friends home now.”

Mom turned and walked away, leaving me with no possible response except to stare at her wriggling ass. As mentioned, I am a tits and ass man. My mother had both and my recent revelation of Mom as a sexy woman meant I always admired her in a bikini.

Just as she was about to leave the room, she turned suddenly, catching me admiring her ass.

“Send them home now, Hector,” she demanded.

Lifting my eyes to meet her gaze, I saw a twinkle in her eye and a smile, almost, on her face.

“Yes, Mom, right now.”

My friends were obviously disappointed to learn that our afternoon fun had been called to a close. They were all muttering unkind things as they gathered up their things and departed.

I was angry with my mother that she had embarrassed me by sending my friends away. I was also embarrassed that she had caught us in our mild sexual flirting. And, I was more embarrassed that she had caught me staring at her firm and taut ass.

Finding myself standing alone at poolside, I decided to clean the pool. I really only had two chores around the house. Keep my room clean and keep the pool clean in between the weekly visits from the pool guy.

Not much time passed before Mom returned to poolside. To my surprise, in addition to her book and tube of sun screen, Mom was also carrying a glass of wine. She really wasn’t much of a drinker, a reaction to my father’s overindulgence, I suppose. And, our wine glasses were huge. Dad sized, I guess. From personal experience, I knew you could pour a lot of wine into one glass. Enough to make me tipsy anyway.

Assuming Mom would still be angry with me, I applied myself to cleaning the pool very energetically. Of course, I stole glances at my mother laying on the chaise whenever I could. I even moved around the pool to find the best views of Mom’s breasts.

Unfortunately, being focused on Mom’s boobs, I tripped over the hose of the pool vacuum. Needless to say, I fell into the water. When climbing out, I was sure some of Mom’s laughter was at my expense. My trunks were plastered to my body and my Mom inspired chubby was on display.

I left the poolside area as quickly as possible taking refuge in my room. Later that day, having dried off, I was laying on my bed, only wearing briefs, texting my buddies and listening to music with my headset on.

Catching a flash out of the corner of my eye, I turned to see my mother standing in the doorway. I don’t know how long she had been standing there. Her gaze seemed to be lower than my eyes. Was she checking me out? Wondering if that was even possible seemed to breathe life into my dick as it began to grow some more.

Mom wanted to apologise for her behaviour earlier and her chasing my friends away. I apologised to her for disrespecting her by allowing my friends to act that way. My mother walked to the side of my bed and told me she wanted a hug.

I sat up at the side of the bed and before I could stand up, Mom closed the distance between us, pulling me tight against her in that hug. My arms went around her as well.

Mom was still wearing her bikini from earlier that day. And, due to the height difference between us, my head was against Mom’s 36C’s. She had her arms around me pulling me as tightly as possible against them. My arms were around her waist, hugging her as tightly.

I don’t know where I got the nerve to do it but I turned my head so that my lips were against one of her breasts. She jumped a little in response to the shock, I guess, and suddenly her ass was in my hands. Naturally enough, I squeezed her butt cheeks.

Mom allowed that to continue for a minute or three before pushing away from me. She gave me a loving pat on my cheek before turning away and leaving the room. My eyes were glued to her olive skinned ass realizing there was more wriggle than usual. When she stopped in the doorway, my eyes lifted to see her smiling at me and blowing a kiss. I was sure she checked my package before our eyes met.

I wish I could say that in the following days and weeks before summer ended, I saw my mother in various stages of undress. The only wrapped in a towel coming out of the bathroom and such. But, that wasn’t the case. We lived in a large house. There was a master en suite and I even had a bathroom of my own. So no clad only in a towel events occurred.

Occasionally Mom would lay outside in the sun. I always did my best to be around the pool on those occasions, waiting patiently to be invited to put lotion on her back or whatever. Never happened.

My father decided we would have a combination end of summer slash going away party for me at our house on the Labour Day weekend. He invited colleagues and clients while I invited my buddies and girlfriends. Being distracted this summer, I had a girlfriend of my own but it wasn’t serious. Still, she was there as well.

The party was a success. Alcohol flowed and even we teenagers were able to snag a cocktail or three here and there. At one point, my girlfriend, who had snuck a drink, and I were behind the poolhouse making out.

I don’t know why but Mom came looking for me and discovered us with our tongues deep in the other’s mouth and my hands all over her ass. She gave us an ‘ahem’ before turning and walking away. I might have continued with our encounter but my girlfriend, very embarrassed, decided she needed to go home.

By the time, the party attendees, of all ages, were making their exits, my father had quite a load on. Mom had to help him upstairs to their bedroom. Without any prompting, I decided to start cleaning up the mess. Mom was pretty surprised to find me hard at work when she returned.

Looking around, she decided I had done enough for that night.

“Hec, will you turn on the hot tub, please? I want a relaxing soak.”

“Sure, Mom,” I replied.

“Are you going to join me?”

“Sure, Mom,” I repeated. I am such a great conversationalist.

Mom disappeared into the house, going upstairs to change. We had a super duper turbo heater on the hot tub meaning it didn’t take long to heat up. By the time Mom returned wearing an extremely skimpy bikini that I had never seen before, the tub was warm enough for us.

It dawned on me that Mom had partaken of the booze throughout the day when she tripped over nothing on her way to the tub. She had some difficulty keeping her balance as she lowered herself into the tub. This came as a surprise to me as I had never even seen my Mom tipsy before let alone drunk.

With both of us in the tub soaking in the warmth, my gorgeous olive skinned mother was laying back against the tub railing. To my delight, her boobs were just out of the water and I could see her nipples poking upwards.

Mom’s bikini, as I said earlier, was very skimpy. Her boobs were hardly contained by the suit. I was able to see a fair amount of uncovered breast. Mom opened her eyes to catch me admiring them. Okay, maybe lusting would be a better word.

“Hector, do you remember when I found you and your friends watching your girls dance on the diving board?”

Where was she going with this? It was weeks and weeks ago so a little late to be giving me shit now.

“Umm ... yeah, Mom.”

“What were the girls doing besides dancing that had y’all so fascinated?”

I couldn’t see any reason for the question since she obviously knew the answer already. I decided to just brazen it out.

“The girls were flashing us guys.”

“Did it get you excited, Hec?” she asked.

How could I say no to that? I just nodded at her.

“I guess you were attracted to them because they were all young girls your age?”

“To tell you the truth, Mom, they were sexy but age had nothing to do with it.”

“No? Would you have been as excited if a woman my age was doing the flashing?”

“I don’t know about the rest of the guys,” I began,” but I have a thing for more mature women. I would have enjoyed it as much if not more.”

“Really,” she commented. “What if it had been me on the diving board?”

“Mum, you are absolutely gorgeous!” I hesitated wondering if I dared say more. “I would have given anything to see you on that board flashing me like the other girls were.”

“Really,” she repeated with a slightly drunken slur.

We continued to soak in the tub, Mom’s boobs still on display. Neither of us was saying anything to the other. Suddenly, Mom thrashed about in the tub, trying to get her feet under her. She was shortly standing before me with her hands on her alcohol induced swaying hips.

I assumed she was going to get out of the hot tub when her hands left her hips, sliding up her body to her breasts. No doubt, my eyeballs came close to popping out of my head. Her hands were doing more than sliding, they were caressing her body.

Especially the olive hued globes perched on her chest. My eyes popped even further when my mother uncovered first one tit and then the second one. I sat motionless across the tub drinking it all in.

Her tits were fabulous. Less sag than you would expect from a woman her age. The olive tint to her flesh, the more brownish tinge of her areolae, and almost black hue of her nipples. Nipples that were pointing straight at me.

Mum took a shaky step towards me, then another. On the third step, she fell, landing in my arms.

“Mom!” I cried out.

“Yes, I am,” she said after a couple moments of silence. Mom pulled herself together, climbed back to her feet and reached for the side of the hot tub.

“Are you okay, Mom? Do you need help?”

“No.” A long pause while she stood at the side of the tub facing away from me.

“It must have been the booze. I’m sorry, Hector.”

I didn’t respond as my brain had auto engaged on her alluring, heart shaped ass. There was plenty of opportunity to ogle her muscular glutes as she climbed out of the tub and crawled to the deck supports. All too soon, she was back in the house.

I replayed the last minutes of our hot tub soak over and over in my mind concentrating on making sure those tits of hers would remain carved into my memory forever. And her ass! What I wouldn’t have given to run my tongue over her cheeks. I guess that was my heritage speaking.

It was only then that I recalled what she had said to me and the possible meanings. We both knew she was my mother so what could the statement mean? It finally occurred to me that she had been coming on to me revealing her breasts to me like that. Duh!

And, of course, she remembered even in her drunken state that she was my Mom. Obviously, nothing could happen between us. With no better alternative, I jacked off in the tub.

Within days, I was gone. Off to begin my college career. Mom and I, by accident or by design I didn’t know, had no free time together. The topic of our hot tub affaire never came up.

Our college held Homecoming around Halloween for some reason. It didn’t really matter to me as I had no interest in football or the antics surrounding it anyway. I decided to take the long weekend off and go home.

The day after my arrival was Halloween. None of my friends were around or with room in their separate agendas for me. It looked like it was going to be movie night in our theatre room all alone for me. Even Mom and Dad had plans. They were going to a probably lame costume party at some work associates of my fathers.

I really don’t recall what Dad’s costume was. Some superhero maybe. Mom was going as Wonder Woman. A wonder woman she was! I know my mouth fell open when I saw her.

Her big tits were stuffed into the red and white top, overflowing it even. It really only hid her nipples, already hard, from view. She turned around for me displaying her firm, heart shaped ass plastered into the blue spandex short shorts. The costume designers had taken some liberties, I saw as my gaze wandered down her body.

The shorts had garters hanging from them and Mom was wearing sheer stockings attached to the dangles. She was also wearing her usual four inch high stilettoes. By the time I had checked my Mom out from the top of her well coiffed hair to the tips of her toes, I had a chubby growing. Mom saw it.

Dad called her from the hall, urging her to hurry up as he wanted to leave. Probably jonesing for some alcoholic beverages like usual. Mom leaned down to me in order to give me a peck on the lips before leaving. The kiss may not have been much but the view it afforded of her boobs hanging out of the costume was a thrill in itself. Mom walked out of the room with, I’m sure, an extra generous wriggle to her spandex moulded ass.