“Until you decide to get married and move out you’re the man of the house.”
“Who said anything about me getting married? I haven’t found a woman that is so good looking to look at and makes me happy, outside of this house yet.” I couldn’t help but look at mom’s chest to see the right side of her left tit, with the top part of her house coat pushing outward some.
“I know I’m not a good-looking woman for you to look at.”
“Little you know. Mom you are a hot momma. Every time we go shopping there are a lot of men that turn to get a second look or a good long look at you and drool all over themselves, wishing they were able to sleep with you.”
“Yea just to get between my legs to get off if what you’re saying is true.”
“I would say yes it may be true but, there must be at least one man out there that would love to get to know your inner beauty and not just your outer beauty. No matter what mom, you are an M.I.L.F. in the eyes of every young man or old man out there.”
“I’m not to one old man.”
“I can’t argue that one but he let money go to his head and it will be that way with any man that is as money-hungry as dad. Besides, he doesn’t give a damn about me either right now.”
“You do have a point about him not caring about me. He may care more about you than you know.”
“Mom, quit lying to yourself, dad doesn’t care for me. Get your sexy self-dressed as soon as you can, and I’ll do the same and I’ll take you shopping, till your heart’s content.”
“I would like you to help me find something real attractive looking to a guy. That is if you don’t mind.”
Swallowing the last swallow of coffee I wondered if that was a trick statement or question. After I swallowed that last swallow of coffee, “I don’t mind one bit. I will say though. No matter what you wear, you look good to this guy and any other guy.”
“Thank you. Even if you are my son, you make me feel really good when you tell me how pretty I am.”
While mom and I cleaned the kitchen we flirted with each other. When the kitchen was cleaned up and dishes were washed and in the drain rack, mom went to her bedroom and got dressed. I went to my bedroom and rubbed one out real quick, while thinking about my mom of all women, and then dressed to drive her to town.
On the drive into town mom sat next to me, leaving about one foot of space between us to make it a bit easier to talk with each other, my pickup being one of the older ones, with the road noise level on the high side compared to a new car or pickup.
Mom’s blue dress was another one of her mid-thigh length dresses and sitting next to me; I could see a little more thigh than just mid-thigh. I couldn’t help but look at her thighs from time to time when I was able while I drove, and as usual my dick was stirring in my pants even though I rubbed one out before leaving the house.
“Do you think we can go on a picnic rather than go to a restaurant to eat this afternoon?”
“I don’t see why not. Do you have a place in mind for the picnic?”
“I think I want to go to that park you stopped in the night I cried my eyes out, after seeing your dad with that other woman, if it is okay with you.”