Mother's Day was just around the corner and this year I was determined to do something special. I had never given Mother's Day much thought in the past. My father had always taken care of everything and said it was from both of us.

However, my father passed away this past year and this was the first Mother's Day without him. My mother took his sudden passing pretty hard at first. I had just turned eighteen and knew that if I wanted to help my mom, I had to step up and help her around the house.

I became the model son that my parents always knew I could be. I started cooking dinners and taking care of household chores. It was just the two of us and I didn't want my mom to have any additional stress in her life.

She always showed her appreciation even if she told me that I didn't have to do so much for her. In truth, I enjoyed it. I was the man of the house now and wanted the woman of the house to be well taken care of.

I planned to turn Mother's Day into Mother's Week. I was going to take her out to a nice restaurant, buy her flowers, and offer to do anything she wanted all week.

My mother was no longer in a state of mourning. I think that all of my help around the house had put her in a good mood and she didn't want me to have to do everything.

She started smiling and waking up before me, again. She would make us breakfast before work and I would do chores and make us dinner before she returned home.

She would greet me with a big smile and a hug. She even started giving me a kiss on the cheek whenever she greeted me or thanked me for something.

The night before the week of Mother's Day, I talked to my mom over dinner.

“Mom, next week is Mother's Day and I want this year to be extra special. That is why I am going to celebrate you, for the entire week.”

“Oh, sweetie. That is so nice but you don't have to do that.”

“I know I don't have to, I want to. And I won't take no for an answer.”

As I walked around the table to clear our dishes, my mom grabbed my hand and pulled me down to her to give me a kiss on the cheek. I was surprised by her actions and turned my head to look at her, resulting in her kissing me directly on the lips, accidentally.

“Oops. Sorry about that,” she said.

“It's okay,” I said blushing, “I don't mind.”

My mom smiled at me as I finished cleaning the table. We said our goodnights and went to bed.

That night, as I rubbed my cock per normal, thoughts of my mom’s kiss kept creeping in. I couldn't get the image of her out of my mind and I ended up blowing my wad to the thought of making out with my mom.

That weekend, I made some phone calls. I ordered some flowers for my mom and made reservations at my mom's favorite restaurant.

Monday came fast and while my mom was at work I ran out and picked up the flowers. I cooked my mom's favorite home-cooked meal and even dressed nicely for dinner, completing it all off with a little dab of cologne.

When I heard my mom pull into the driveway, I grabbed the flowers and waited for her at the door. She opened the door and appeared to be pleasantly surprised by my presence.

I pulled the bouquet out from behind my back and said, “Happy Mother's Week!”

She had a huge smile on her face. She took the flowers from me and gave me a big hug. Then she looked at me and said, “Thank you!” before planting a kiss on my lips.

“What was that?” I asked.

“You said you didn't mind it. Was I mistaken?”

“No. I was just surprised I guess.”

“Well, I just wanted to show you just how truly appreciative I am.”

“Oh. You're welcome.”

“Let me put these in water,” she said as she passed me.

She took two more steps and stopped. She spun around and looked at me, both flustered and confused.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. It's just that you, umm, smell really good.”

She blushed and walked to the kitchen. I followed her in.

“That smells so good. It's got my mouth watering.”

She saw the look of shock on my face.

“Oh! The food, I mean. Dinner smells good.”

“Oh. I made your favorite.”

I started serving up our plates while my mom prepared to put the flowers in water. As she reached up into the high cabinet to get a vase, I couldn't help but look at my mom's ass in her tight skirt. It rode up in the back as she stretched her body and her upper thighs came into view. The tops of her stockings were revealed to be lacy garters and the exposed flesh above them was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I was still staring when my mom turned around and caught me. She had to put the vase down before she could pull her skirt down and then smiled at me and said, “I'm going to go freshen up real quick and then I'll be right back for dinner.”

I set the table and waited for her return. When she came back, she was wearing the same outfit but looked different. I couldn't be sure but I swore that she had opened two more buttons on her blouse and her cleavage was more predominantly displayed.

“This looks wonderful, honey. Do you mind if I have a glass or two of wine with dinner?”

“Not at all! I want you to enjoy yourself and have anything you want.”

She seemed to ponder my response before moving past me to the wine fridge. Now it was my turn to smell her inviting perfume, “Wow! You smell really good, Mom.”

“I can't have you being the only one to smell good tonight.”

I turned in my chair and looked at my mom’s ass again as she bent over to retrieve a bottle of white wine from the small refrigerator. She looked over her shoulder and saw me so I spun back around in my seat quickly.

As my mom walked past me, she put her hand on my shoulder and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. She hovered for a minute before kissing me, almost as if she was expecting me to turn towards her but I didn't.

I think I was too nervous to act. For some reason, I was suddenly clamming up around her. We were enjoying our dinner quietly when I accidentally dropped my knife on the floor. I leaned under the table to grab it when I noticed my mom’s legs were slightly parted. I could see the top of her stockings again but I could also see her matching panties.

They were black and lacy but also see-through. I was able to make out the line of her pussy as I looked at them. I wanted to keep looking but knew I couldn't, so I grabbed my knife and sat up.

I put my napkin back in my lap and covered my now erect cock. My mom finished her glass of wine and poured herself another glass. Every so often I had to adjust my cock through my pants and at one point my napkin fell out of my lap onto the floor.

I decided to leave it because I didn't want my mom to think I was dropping things just so I could look up her skirt. However, at one point Mom looked down and noticed it on the floor, “You dropped your napkin, honey.”

“It's okay,” I said.

“Here, I’ll get it,” she said.

I looked down to see my mom remove one of her high heels and grabbed my napkin with her stocking-covered toes.

She picked up my napkin and extended her leg out. Her foot didn't reach me so she scooted down in her chair to extend her foot closer. Her foot reached my lap and as she placed the napkin, her toes pressed up against my hard cock.

She pulled her foot away suddenly and the napkin fell back to the floor, “Sorry about that,” she said. “I guess you better get it after all.”

I leaned under the table and looked up at my mom’s crotch again as I reached for the napkin blindly. Her skirt had ridden up much higher from scooting down and her legs were spread open even further.

Now I was able to see that the hair above her pussy was trimmed into a neat little triangle. I spent too long looking, and my mom asked, “Did you find it yet?”

I grabbed the napkin and sat up so quickly that I banged my head on the edge of the table. My mom started laughing to herself, “Is your head okay? Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

I knew which head she meant but I couldn't help but wish she meant my other head.

“I’m okay, but thank you.”

We finished our dinner and I told my mom not to move while I cleaned up. She stayed sitting and drank her wine while I cleared. As I made my way around my mom, I couldn't help but notice that her skirt had ridden up so far that I could even see her panties as I stood next to her.

Once I was done cleaning, I sat back down at the table and told my mom that I would do anything she wanted tonight since it was her week.

“Mmm. That sounds nice. Let me think about it.”

She poured herself another glass while she looked deep into my eyes before she finally spoke, “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Well... My shoulders and feet have been pretty sore from work. I could really use a massage right about now.”

“Okay,” I said, “What do you want first?”

“I don't want to move right now. Why don't you come rub my shoulders?”

I stood up and walked around the table. As I did, it looked like my mom was looking at the bulge in my pants. I moved around her quickly and placed my hands on her shoulders.

As I rubbed her shoulders, my mom moved her head from side to side, giving me a perfect view of her exposed panties and down the front of her shirt. My cock grew even harder as I looked at my mother's forbidden zones. I wanted to rub my cock but my hands were hard at work.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as I worked on her sore shoulders.

My hands moved forward and back and my fingertips kept inching lower down the front of her chest. My mom had closed her eyes when I started but when I reached down further than before, her eyes sprung open and she grabbed my hands. I froze as she leaned her head back and looked up at me.

“That was amazing. I might have to ask for a message every day this week.”

“I'd be happy to,” I said as my hands were still held in place by my mom.

“Good,” she said. “Now give me a kiss.”

I leaned down and gave my mom a quick kiss on the lips. When I started to lean back up, my mom pulled my hands down and gave me a long, full kiss as my hands cupped her breasts. After a few seconds, she let go of my hands and I sat up.

“Let's move to the couch for my foot massage,” she said.

I pulled her chair out so she could stand. I watched her shimmy her hips and ass as she pulled her skirt back down. She turned to look at me and I said, “I think I should go to the restroom,” hoping to give my cock some relief.

“Oh, no you don't,” she said. “You're not getting out of this that easy. You can go when you're done.”

My mom reached up and started rubbing my lips with her thumb, “You've got some lipstick on you,” she giggled.

“Go have a seat on the couch,” she told me nicely.

I went and sat at on one end of the couch. My mom followed me and sat down. She swung her legs around and placed one foot in my lap. It rested just below my crotch and didn't touch my hard cock. I grabbed her foot with both hands and started rubbing.

My mom started moaning as soon as I started, “Mmm, baby, you are so good at this. You're hired!”

We looked at each other until she closed her eyes and rested her head back, “Don't stop until I tell you.”

I gave her foot massage my very best effort. Her stalkings made it even easier to glide my hands over her feet. I wasn't even having sexual thoughts until I pulled on her foot and it pressed directly against my cock. I felt sparks fly and looked up at my mom to see if she noticed. Her eyes were still closed and her legs had parted slightly.

I looked up my mom's skirt while I rubbed and pulled her foot against my cock several times. My cock grew harder and I wished my mom would give me a footjob, but I knew that was out of the question.

I finished rubbing one foot and then switched to the other. As I was rubbing the other foot, my mom let her leg fall to the floor and her legs were now spread wide open.

My mom moaned with pleasure as I rubbed her foot and looked at her lacy see-through panties. I stared at her panties as they turned darker, ‘Holy shit! My mom was getting wet.’

I was now rubbing her foot up and down my cock. I was getting close to cumming when I saw my mom reach her hand between her legs and touched her wet pussy.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, and then her eyes shot open and she looked at me.

I froze and she pulled her foot away from me and sat up quickly. She put both feet on the ground and said, “That felt really good. Thank you, but I think the wine has hit me and I better go to bed.”

My mom stood up and walked over to stand in front of me. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. I took a peek down the front of her shirt after she ended the kiss and she said, “Good night. Sweet dreams.”

“Good night,” I replied.

I watched my mom’s ass as she walked away. As soon as she was out of view, I pulled my cock out and started stroking it. I felt myself get close to cumming as I thought about how wet my mom’s pussy had become.

Realizing that I didn't have a way to catch or clean up my spunk, I stopped and decided to finish myself off in my room. As I made my way to my room, I noticed that my mom’s door was closed.

I approached her door and considered knocking, hoping for another kiss good night. That's when I heard it. The sounds of my mom moaning and the buzzing of a vibrator. I listened for a moment as I rubbed my cock through my pants.

“Mmm, oh yes. Right there, baby.”

I needed to stroke my cock urgently and was about to walk back to my room but before I did, I knocked on my mom’s door, “Mom?”

“Oh yes, baby!” she said loudly.

Then I heard the vibrator stop and she said, “Uh, I mean, yes, baby? What is it?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to bed now.”

“Okay, good night,” she called back through the door.

I made my way back to the room and stripped naked as soon as my door was closed. I jumped into bed and started stroking my cock while picturing my mom’s naked body.

I was so close to cumming when I heard a soft knock at my door. I stopped what I was doing and pulled up my sheet to cover my naked body, “Yes?”

My door opened and my mom walked into my room. She was wearing her purple silk bathrobe and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Sorry, baby. I was getting ready for bed. Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to give you a hug and a kiss before going to bed.”

“That's sweet,” she said as she leaned down and pressed her body against mine. As she reached her arms around me to give me a hug, one of her arms pressed directly against my hard cock.

Then she lifted her head and gave me a long kiss without removing her arm. After the kiss, she sat up and dragged the entire length of her arm across my cock before smiling at me and leaving the room. On the way out, I saw her notice my pile of clothes on the floor, including my underwear sitting on top.

She pulled my door closed but left it open about three inches. A habit she had since I was a little kid. I waited a few minutes and then pulled out my cock and stroked it again.

After cumming, I cleaned myself with a box of tissues, threw them in my garbage can, and I drifted off to sleep.

To be continued…