World's Greatest Mom

I was very happy for my mother when I found out that Cindy was coming to visit. It was late June. I had finished school for the year and had not found a summer job yet — although I was in no hurry to accomplish that. Mom was still getting over her divorce from my father almost a year ago and she desperately needed to have some fun. I had tried my best to bring her out of the doldrums that she was in, but I guess there’s only so much an eighteen year-old son can do. I was hoping that a week with Cindy was what she needed to rejuvenate herself.

Mom and Cindy met when they were both nineteen and taking their nursing degrees. After mom graduated she got a job here in Richmond Hills and married my father soon after, mostly because she was pregnant with me. Cindy moved to Cleveland and eventually married as well. Now both were divorced with children and in their early forties. A reunion was probably what they both needed at this stage of their lives.

Mom had booked vacation time from her nursing job in preparation for Cindy’s visit. She spent a good deal of time cleaning the house and planning activities for her and Cindy. Already I had noticed a change for the better in mom, even before Cindy had arrived. She seemed happier than she had in many months. It made me very glad. Even as she maneuvered about, cleaning and tidying the house, mom seemed more lithe and carefree. Not only did it gladden me; it also excited me just watching her body move.

I had always considered my mother to be very pretty. Her blue eyes had a constant sparkle to them and her raven hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her pretty oval face. In addition to her lovely face, her body was shapely and firm. Occasionally she would lament that she needed to loose weight, diet, or exercise. I was always careful to dissuade her without seeming overly interested in how she looked. Her hips had a graceful curve and her ass, although she considered it too plump, appeared firm and well-proportioned to her slender frame. Occasionally when I noticed her bend over wild thoughts of clutching her hips in my hands and pulling her to me, or giving her backside a firm slap filled my mind. Her breasts were definitely her best feature though, as far as I was concerned. They were outstanding, so-to-speak. Often I could not help but notice this fact when my mother wore sweaters or dresses that emphasized just how well-endowed she was up top.

Mom was forty-four, but most anyone would have guessed her age to be several years younger. Many times when she and I were out shopping or doing other things I noticed guys of all ages (some as young as me) turn their heads as she passed by — although she was oblivious to their admiration. Thankfully she was also blind to my taboo thoughts and feelings as well. I always made sure the occasional hugs, accompanied by a kiss on the cheek, that I gave her were never more than what she would consider proper coming from her son. I, like most every male within eyesight of mom, always knew how desirable she was. Looking at her was often accompanied by a surge of arousal and lust. These feelings became stronger over time, until they grew into a longing for my mother. Once she left my father I entertained thoughts that I might even replace him in some aspects of her life, although ones forbidden by convention.

The night before we were to pick Cindy up at the airport I don’t think mom slept at all due to excitement. As I drove her to the airport the next afternoon she reminisced almost constantly about her school days with Cindy. By the time we arrived at the airport I felt as though I knew Cindy as well as mom did.

I stood beside my mother while she scanned the faces of people arriving through Gate 52 at the airport. Once she spied Cindy she waved manically and shouted out to her. Heads turned and I felt embarrassed.

Although I had seen a few photos of Cindy that she had emailed mom and heard plenty about her, I was surprised by how pretty she was. She was slightly shorter than me, about five-foot four, slim, with green eyes and honey-blond hair. As she hurried towards mom I noticed her breasts jiggle from beneath her blouse. She was wearing tight jeans that showed off her hips and ass nicely. I moved my eyes up and down her body.

“Cindy, this is my son, Colin,” mom said, clutching my arm and sounding proud.

Cindy offered her hand to me and I shook it. “Nice to finally meet you, Colin. I’ve heard so much about you,” she said. “Although you never told me how handsome he is, Becky. You never introduced me to any of the good-looking guys you met.” Her eyes shifted towards mom and she gave her a sly grin.

“Watch out for her, Colin. She’s a cougar,” mom cautioned, then laughed.

Going home I drove as fast as I dared because I wanted to get home as soon as possible and I was sure mom and Cindy felt the same. The trip home took fifteen minutes less than the trip there.

“What a lovely house, Becky,” Cindy exclaimed as she followed me inside, while I carried her suitcase and carry-on bag.

“I got it as part of the divorce settlement,” mom explained. “I had a good lawyer who searched-out Michael’s secret bank accounts in The Cayman Islands.” She flashed Cindy a predatory grin, then chortled.

“Well, good for you!” her friend replied.

I placed Cindy’s suitcase and carry-on bag beside the sofa and sat down. Across the living room she and my mom were still talking. Occasionally I shifted my eyes towards them, surveying Cindy’s shape and pretty face. Soon I felt myself becoming turned-on by her. Although she was not quite as pretty or shapely as mom, she was certainly very attractive. My cheeks began to flush and I went to the kitchen for a glass of Pepsi.

By the time I had almost finished my pop mom was calling to me to bring Cindy’s luggage upstairs and show her to her room. My arousal had waned enough by then that I felt comfortable being around Cindy.

Cindy followed me upstairs, then into the spare bedroom. I put her suitcase and carry-on by the bed, then turned towards her, feeling awkward.

“Thanks so much, Colin. I hope that I don’t inconvenience you and Becky while I’m here.”

“No, not at all,” I assured her. “I’m glad you’ve come to visit. It will do mom a lot of good.”

I was about to elaborate when I saw mom appear in the doorway. She entered the bedroom. I surmised that she was either trying to be a proper hostess, or never trusted Cindy to be alone with me. My bet would have been on the latter.

“The room’s kind of small. I hope you find it comfortable. If you need anything, let me know,” mom said.

“Thanks. I’ll be just fine though,” she replied, then smiled as she glanced towards her suitcase. “Wait till you see what I brought with me.”

Cindy unzipped her suitcase and sifted through clothes. She pulled a pink photo album from it and held it up, giving mom a wide smile. “Photos from when we were in school!”

“Oh, wow… I haven’t seen them in ages,” mom exclaimed.

“I bet you haven’t seen many photos of your mom when she was around your age,” Cindy said to me.

I shook my head and stood beside my mother, peering over Cindy’s shoulder at the photographs.

“At least I used to be pretty,” mom sighed as she looked at a photo of herself.

“Used to be? Hell, Becky, you look as great as you did back then! Maybe better.” Cindy looked at her, running her eyes up and down her body. “How do you stay in such great shape? I wish my body looked half as good as yours does. I was always so envious of your big tits. They still look as nice as they did twenty years ago too.” She gave a blatant stare down towards mom’s chest.

Mom let out a gasp and blushed. Her blue eyes met mine as she gave me a mortified look. I managed to keep my composure, but in all honesty I wanted to at least smile, if not laugh aloud. The fact of the matter was that I could easily understand Cindy’s envy.

“Cindy, not in front of Colin. Please.” Mom’s voice was soft but firm as her eyes locked on her friend’s.

“Come on, Becky. Relax. It’s not like he doesn’t already know that you’re stacked.”

“He’s my son.” Mom’s jaw was clenched as she glared at Cindy. I feared that she wanted to strike her.

“He’s also a normal teenage guy and you’re a very attractive woman, Becky. I bet he thinks they’re as nice as I do.” Cindy thought she was trying to diffuse the situation, but was only making it much worse.

“You’re incorrigible.” Mom stormed out of the room and down the stairs.

Cindy gave me a worried look. “I better go talk to her,” she said.

“No. Give her some time,” I advised. “Once you’ve finished unpacking she should have cooled-off. I’ll go talk to her.”

“Thanks, Colin. I was only half-joking. I guess your mom doesn’t appreciate my sense of humor like she used to,” she said with regret.

“It’s been a rough year or so for her. She’ll be okay though.”

Mom was in the kitchen peeling potatoes for supper. I could tell by her jerky movements that she was burning off nervous energy and anger. I sat down at the table beside where she was standing but said nothing. I waited for her to initiate a conversation.

“I can’t believe how crass she can be,” mom spat out.

“Just like she was twenty years ago, right?”

Mom looked at me and nodded. “Exactly. But I’m not the same person I was then. She doesn’t seem to realize that I’ve changed. I’m an adult. A mother.”

“Judging from what she said, she doesn’t think you’ve changed. She thinks you look as great as ever.” I knew my comment was a risky one at best. Either mom would see the humor in it, or stab me with the paring knife in her hand. I was relieved when she smiled.

“Don’t you start too.” she said, then laughed.

“You know Cindy better than me, but I’d say you should try not to take offense to what she says about you. She means it all as compliments, Mom. You haven’t seen her in years and she’s only here for a week. Who knows when you’ll see her again,” I said.

“I know. You’re right. Like she said: I should relax,” she conceded. A smile had returned to her face. I was relieved and pleased with my efforts as a mediator.