About four years ago, I asked my Mother why has she lost weight? Why has she changed her daily dress? And other things too?

(I knew my parents were having problems which is why I asked her in the first place)

At 13 year of age, she seemed surprised I had noticed. I told her she looked very good and left it at that.

She smiled, thanked me, and added, "Well, for a woman who is 44 anyway..." She told me she was just keeping up with, "Some trends."

Looking back, I knew she was getting into the best shape possible all to keep my Father's interest in her or at least have him pay for all of her improvements before their quits.

Its not everyday when you leave for school, come home, and realize your Mother has replaced all of her bikini tops with much bigger ones that now need to be supported with support wires in them.

How could she think I wouldn't notice the, "New Mom," around the house with a new set of boobs like those, new suits, and new perfume too?

With Mom's new girls around, I wasn't complaining...

Its hard not to notice when my own Mother has, seemingly overnight, turned into the absolute MILF of my dreams. Hard in more ways than one for my hot Mom...

Despite my Mother's last efforts, my parents permanently continued to drift apart for other reasons and my Dad left for his new job out of state six months later. Too little, too late I guess. At least my Mom wouldn't have to work though.

I began to think about my new Mom in ways I never thought possible. I began to wonder as the new, "Man of the house," if my Mom would somehow give me permission to let me really be the man of the house. The man of the house in every way possible. For all of our new found time together. For her, for me, for us...

My Mom knew I was paying her much more attention now that we were on our own. Safe to say, she was more than aware I was constantly checking her out. Those new girls of hers were getting it done for me and it became obvious to both of us.

I would see her in the kitchen, on the couch, in the pool, out of the pool... I liked to watch her unload the dishwasher too. She would lean over to get the plates while I imagined what it would be like to hike up her tennis skirt and take her right then and there.

Often times, my bulge would clue her in as she would second glance at it.

Coming home from school, I called for my Mom. She answered from the basement.

I found her cleaning the floor and yes, she was on her knees when she asked me how my day was at school. I told her I was glad to be home. She bent over to continue with the floor. With her in her tennis skirt and bikini top, I couldn't help but grow hard for her.

I told her how happy I was to see her. My Mom looked back to thank me for the compliment and noticed I was at her full attention. My Mom just said, "I can see that, honey."

My Mom and I knew it was time... the time was right and it was right now.

My Mom smiled, spread her knees apart, rested on her elbows, and waited for me to take position behind her.

I couldn't wait to get behind her, hike up her skirt, and start in on my sexy swimsuit model Mom.