Hayden wasn’t sure it was her. The woman walking toward him in the crowded airport arrival lounge didn’t look like the mother he remembered, or the one in the few pictures he’d kept hidden from his father over the years. The woman working her way through the crowd was looking straight at him as if she knew him, so thought it had to be her. But he must have changed as much as she did in the past ten years. Either way, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was tall and blonde with a carefully pampered look that included what had to be a surgically enhanced pair of DD cup tits that were heaving as she walked, nearly falling out of the daringly low-cut dress she was wearing. The dress was indecently short, showing off smooth, slender legs. Her skin was evenly tanned and flawless, and she looked younger than the forty-two year old woman he was expecting to meet.
It couldn’t have been Hayden’s mother. She looked like an actress walking across a stage to accept a porn star award, except that she looked calm and measured her strides with easy grace. The eighteen year old started hoping it wasn’t her. Then he wouldn’t feel weird about getting a hard on for a woman who turned out to be his own mother because this woman looked to be a fully self-assured sex goddess.
Suddenly she was standing right in front of him, and he could barely make eye contact with her with those spectacular tits so well displayed.
“Hayden? My god, you’re so grown up now,” she said with a subtle smile.
“Mom?”
She looked a little awkward when he called her that, but he noticed she blushed a little bit too.
Hayden’s father had passed away suddenly a few months before, and he wanted to live with his real mother instead of his stepmother. Cheryl had moved to the west coast and had just gone through her third divorce. Her second and third husbands had both been wealthy, and she was now very well off financially. Hayden’s memories of her were very hazy, and since his father strictly limited any contact with her over the years it was almost like meeting a complete stranger. Except she was the hottest looking blonde MILF he’d ever met in person. He even started to wonder if he was meeting the right woman.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said a little bit formally.
She seemed totally self-assured. It was like she didn’t even know that half her body was falling out of a dress that made her look like a stripper between shows. Hayden figured his mother must dress that way so often it didn’t even faze her anymore. It was just normal for her. And it was much more normal for LA than back in Wilmington where he grew up.
“Yeah, uh, thanks for letting me come,” he told her.
She smiled again, just as subtle as the last one. “Well, I’m your mother. Where else would you go?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I guess.”
He started to wonder if he should have stayed with his stepmother, but then Cheryl just told him to follow her to the car. She turned and led the way toward the parking garage while Hayden walked beside her pulling his luggage along. It wasn’t hard to keep up with her. She walked at a medium pace, with easy, confident strides, even in heels that looked like they had four inch spikes.