When Dad died my mother went into a depression that nothing seemed able to break her out of, gone was the happy go lucky woman that I had loved for the past eighteen years to be replaced by a woman I did not know. Doctors, psychiatrists, clerics, they all tried and failed to ease her depression, six months worth of treatments of one form or another and all for nothing.

Not that she neglected me or anything, it was just that the sparkle, the life had gone out of her and I was desperate for some way to cheer her up. I'd racked my brain for months trying to figure out something that I could do, taking her out was not an option, a priest had suggested it and she had tried it with no success, but I knew there had to be something. Then something my father had said before he had fallen ill came back to me, he'd laughingly told me that no matter how low mum was feeling a good seeing to always cheered her up. I grinned as I had the thought, sex had not been a taboo subject, hell I'd already lost my virginity to the mother of a friend of mine, but how the hell was I supposed to find a man for my mother? About the only thing she had shown any interest in since dad's death had been me and that had been in a sad, distracted way, but I couldn't do the deed.

I'd been going around in circles for about half an hour trying to figure out how to get my mother laid, time and again I kept coming back to the fact that she was only interested in me and time and again I rejected this. Then I discovered that I was getting turned on by the thoughts of doing it with my mother, so much so that my cock had begun to swell. It was a silly idea, for one thing my mother would never let it happen, but I kept coming back to it until finally I decided to at least think about it seriously.

For ten minutes I thought about it. My mother was a very attractive woman so there was no problem on that score as far as I was concerned, she was also easy to turn on, or so dad had hinted, a couple of drinks and she was away, he had reckoned, the problem was how she would react. Not only that, how would I set about getting to the stage where I could fuck her, ignoring the discomfort of my cock I thought about this factor for a while before the answer hit me. It was then that I reached my decision, I would attempt to seduce my mother, if nothing else the attempt might make her laugh and that was all it needed.

Anxiously I waited for the weekend to come, the time dragged by, but at last it was Friday afternoon and I was free until Monday. Rushing home I raced up to my room, rushed through some paperwork I'd brought home and then put my plan into effect. It started with me going downstairs to the living room, pouring a glass of mum's favourite tipple and taking it to her in the kitchen.

"Thank you Chris," she half smiled as I handed her the glass, "how sweet of you."

I stood and watched her sip her drink while preparing our evening meal, before long her glass was empty and she put it aside. As soon as she looked away I grabbed the glass, went back to the living room and refilled it. Back in the kitchen I handed the full glass to my mother ignoring her puzzled frown and smiling innocently at her, by the time she had drained the glass dinner was ready. As usual we ate our dinner off trays in the living room, this let me refill my mother's glass again without it seeming too odd and I sat down to eat with half an eye on my mother looking for the first signs that the drink was having an effect. Half an hour later our plates were empty and as usual I went out to the kitchen with my mother to help with the washing-up, I was feeling a bit disappointed as she was showing no signs of being affected by the drink and I began to wonder if my father had been pulling my leg. We were half way through the washing-up when mum showed the signs I had been waiting for, taking a hand from the washing up bowl she wiped her forehead on her wrist.

"I feel a little warm." She said as she got back to the washing-up.

Smiling to myself I finished drying the plate I held then reached for another, soon the job was done and we went back to the living room to pass the time until bed time in the usual manner, watching telly or reading. As I followed my mother out of the kitchen I reached over and switched on the heating, as it was already a warm evening this would make things even warmer. My mother sat herself on the couch while I turned on the telly, then, while she flicked through the channels, I poured us both a drink and sat down beside her, all of which was quite normal so would rouse no suspicions in her. She found a program that she liked the look of and sat back to watch it, soon her glass was empty and the room was warming up nicely, beside me mum wiped her brow then looked at me.

"I really do feel warm," she said in a puzzled tone, "how do you feel?"

"I'm comfortable." I lied sweltering in the heat, "Maybe your jumper is too thick, taking it off might help."

She nodded at what was after all a sensible suggestion, pulling her jumper off over her head I took advantage of the short period her head was caught in the material to have an ogle at her boobs nestling in her bra. My mother threw the jumper across the room into one of the armchairs then got back to watching the programme while I got up to refill her glass, sitting down again I gave my mother her full glass even as she sighed. Putting the glass to one side she stood up and took off her jeans then sat down again, the jeans joined her jumper in the chair then she picked up her glass while I stole secret glances at her. Her body was almost naked; all she had on were her bra, panties and knee-highs. The next task was to somehow remove those articles, an easy task compared to what I was planning for afterwards. After a decent interval I sighed, stood up and took off my shirt and trousers, they joined my mother's clothes as I sat down again.

"I'm glad it's not just me." Mum commented looking at me.

I smiled as I noted that her eyes lingered over long on my bare chest, it was a good sign as far as I was concerned and I prepared to continue my seduction of my mother. The program we were watching was a comedy and I used this to my advantage, a punch-line was issued that was genuinely funny and I burst into laughter at the same time smacking my hand down gently on my mother's thigh. To my pleasure she smiled which was the first time she had done so at a telly program for ages, even better was the fact that she didn't do anything about my hand.

"You know," I grinned at her, "you look really pretty when you smile."

She looked at me in surprise then smiled almost shyly, her face blushing a little as she did so.

"I love you mum." I said giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Oh Chris," mum smiled at me, "what would I have done without you these past few months."

She put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a cuddle that pulled me close to her side, it was exactly what I had wanted and I made no effort to move away from her. Gently I began to rub the inside of her thigh, not hard enough to attract her attention, but firmly enough to affect the erogenous zone that was supposed to be there, and thankfully it was. After a while I noticed that my mother's breathing was a little faster, the comedy program finished and a film came on and my heart soared, I knew the film and also knew that it was quite racy.

"Let's watch it mum." I said as she reached for the remote.

"Okay." She agreed giving my shoulders a squeeze.

I couldn't have done better if I had planned it; the film was a sort of spoof where the heroine spent most of her time losing her clothes. Between cuts and camera angles the most you ever saw of her was brief flashes of her tits, but it was enough. With my head leaning on my mother's shoulder I breathed down on her boobs, I knew that my warm breath occasionally wafting across her nipples every now and then would help to turn her on and after a while my mother gave a soft sigh.