The sun was in his eyes as he raised his hand to shield them, gazing at the strange woman who had appeared, it certainly wasn’t his mother he decided, perhaps one of her friends. She waved to him as she kicked off her high heels and headed in his direction, surely it couldn’t be one of her friends, she looked far too young, maybe only a couple of years older than he was.
Her face lit up in a broad grin as she neared him and his mouth dropped open in shock, ‘Fucking hell, Mum, pardon my French, is it you?’ He asked.
Gone was her long flowing locks, in its place was a boys style cut, highlighting the shape of her face and high cheekbones, it looked stylish and extremely sexy with its silvery tint’s. Jessica’s off the shoulder top showed an expanse of tanned flesh, surely the result of a spray booth, she hadn’t been that colour when she left. Her midriff was bare, his eyes drawn to her belly button which seemed to wink at him as she moved while her legs and hips were encased in a pair of jeans that must have been sprayed on.
Her head swivelled as he walked around her, admiring her curves from every angle, he was stunned, anyone that didn’t know her would be convinced that she and Tom were the same age and maybe brother and sister.
‘I don’t need to ask if you like it,’ she said, laughing all the while. ‘You’re making it pretty obvious,’ she continued, pointing at the growing bulge in the front of his shorts.
He was gobsmacked, ‘Mum, you look fantastic and ten years younger, in fact, good enough to eat,’ he said with a lascivious look on his face as he advanced on her.
She held her hand out to stop him, ‘No way buster, I’m not having you ruin my new clothes. Go and get us some drinks while I get changed’. With that, he watched he sashay back across the grass, heading for the house, her bottom and hips moving from side to side as she walked.
Tom went and got them both drinks before settling down once more, surprised and thrilled at his mother’s new look, suddenly realizing that it felt exactly like being in a new relationship. He watched as she returned, again wearing her yellow bikini, only this time it looked more spectacular against her tanned skin. Lying next to him on the blanket, she sipped at her glass of wine while he took a swig from his second bottle of beer.
‘Will you rub some lotion into me?’ she asked, looking around the large garden.
The house was detached, their neighbours at least fifty yards in each direction, with the tree’s and large hedge’s, the garden, especially at this far end was quite secluded. Tom put a small amount of lotion on his hands, telling her to lay down.
Jessica glanced around once more, ‘Hold on a minute,’ she said with a mischievous smile, reaching behind her back and unfastening her bikini top and casting it to one side.
Tom immediately wanted to do more than rub lotion into her skin, a prominent bulge having suddenly appeared in the front of his shorts. Jessica lay back, purposefully propped up on her elbows as she watched her son first oil her shoulders and then quickly work his way to her breasts. She was proud of them, they had kept their shape and even now, she was still able to go braless, it was just that until recently, she’d had no reason to. Tom took far longer massaging the lotion into her tits than he had with her shoulders, by the time he moved down to her stomach, her nipples were erect and she was breathing heavily.