She gently squeezed my knee again. “You’re a real sweetie. I’m glad you approve.”
Mum, some of the thoughts I’ve had since greeting you at the airport would certainly not be appropriate for sharing. We continued to chit chat until we arrived home. The house hadn’t changed at least, or it hadn’t on the outside. Inside, Mum had certainly decorated and it was a far more pleasant household than the one I’d left four years earlier. I had to mention my approval, once again to the delight of my Mum. It was quite pathetic how a simple smile on her face caused me to fall weak at the knees.
My bedroom had changed slightly. It had been cleaned up, with a new double bed, new wardrobes but many of the bits and pieces I’d gathered as hobbies had been kept and placed on new shelves. Mum stood in the doorway as I dumped my bag on the bed. “You’ll find your porno mags in your bedside table.” I know I flinched, the laughter of my mother echoing in the silence. “I didn’t care, Andrew. Though I’ll admit your interests were… amusing.”
I turned and sat on the bed. “How so?” I wondered.
“Well, I noticed a theme regarding most of your magazines.”
“You should see the video collection on my laptop,” I retorted.
“Interesting…” she stated before trailing off, then clapped her hands. “Right, I’m just going to have a shower and get changed. We’re going out for dinner then a few drinks to celebrate your new job and the fact my boy is once again home.”
“Cool,” I said, checking my watch I asked, “What time?”
“We’ll head out around eight-thirty, so a few hours from now. But there’s no rush. We’ll go out when we’re ready.”
I spent some time in my room, finding the magazines pointed out by Mum. So I like older women and MILFs. What’s wrong with that? Plenty of young men do. After enjoying a hot shower, thanks to an all new system, I checked myself out in the mirror. As I said, I was tall enough, with thick dark hair that certainly didn’t come from my mother, with blue eyes, again different to her green. I stepped back as I removed the towel, looking down my flat stomach, over my flaccid cock. I couldn’t be unhappy with how I looked.
Wrapping the towel around me again, I wandered out and turned left instead of right. Wonder if I’ll be able to do what I used to? As I said, I always found my Mum to be beautiful and didn’t think there was anything wrong with checking her out. Call it youthful innocence. I could hear her singing quietly away to herself so I knew she was getting ready. She’d left the door nearly wide open but I made sure I couldn’t really be seen. She was standing in profile to me and I couldn’t help but be amazed at the fine specimen she still was. The red hair was currently wet and slicked back as my eyes moved down over her shapely breasts, which, even without a bra, were still relatively pert. Her stomach was flat, almost toned, before she swivelled and I got a good view of her trimmed pussy. I felt my cock slightly start to swell at the sight. Think unsexy thoughts… That was the thought as I watched Mum swivel the other way, unable to take my eyes of her arse as she bent over, I think putting some cream on her legs. I got a tremendous full view of her pussy there and then and my erection throbbed, appearing through my towel. I quickly headed back to my bedroom and had to resist the urge to masturbate. I’d done that often enough when I was growing up.