I’m pretty satisfied with my life and how I live. 35 years old, divorced, comfortably off and with no real responsibilities or worries and a job that I enjoy and get a sense of accomplishment from. Some years ago I went into partnership with a couple of friends and we operated a small but highly technical ‘Machine Tools and Precise Fittings’ workshop employing a small but highly qualified staff who are paid them well and rewarded for extra productivity and loyalty. I no longer work directly at the ‘factory’ as two of the original three of us now travel and sell our products leaving the general running of our plant to the third member.
My route takes me in a large loop to the south visiting a large number of clients and keeping them up-to-date with our products and taking orders from them. We specialise in precision manufacturing to our clients needs and I needed to be able to talk technically with them requiring me to keep up with current trends. My ‘loop’ takes me away from home base for approximately six weeks per trip and it is a good thing that I am no longer married as these long breaks would put considerable strain on any relationship. The two week break (less a couple of days in the office) that I take when I get back each time gives me a lot of time to work on the small country cottage that I am renovating and I seem to have a relatively stress free life-style.
Reasonably good looking, a good build, easy to get on with and good company is how everyone describes me and wonders at my continued single status. My 18 month spell of ‘Wedded-Bliss’ was more than enough to convince me that bachelorhood was for me and as I have no trouble connecting with women when I need to I have never really felt any inclination to change my way of life.
I have just returned from my latest trip and have just finished cleaning out my vehicle and tomorrow will go to the office and catch up on all the latest. After a number of years we have finally hit on what we think are the perfect vehicles for us and we each have a large automatic van with plenty of room for our personal gear and the samples and products of our firm. In the rear of the van down one side is a small comfortable cot that can be used as a seat or a small bed and opposite is a chest of drawers and a small wardrobe above them. We found that it was almost impossible to live out of suitcases for such a long period and it is far better to keep all our clothes in the vehicle and just take what is necessary into motels.
There is also a small fridge and cooker for coffee and snacks and a table/desk beside the drawers and the rest of the van is taken up with racks for products. Good air-conditioning and a top quality stereo system make for a very practical and comfortable work vehicle. Since I spend so little time not in my work van and it is available all the time I have not bothered to purchase a private car but own a large motorcycle instead.
The day after tomorrow I am going to ride it over to see my mother who lives about 120 miles away. Dad and her had both worked extremely hard all their lives and we had not really got ‘close’ and I think the same applied to my sister who migrated overseas some years ago. Dad and Mom had started a small nursery early in the married life and they both worked extremely hard in the first few years to make it successful. Sis and I spent most of our childhood at the nursery ‘keeping out of mischief and out of the way” and all too soon we were grown and drifting apart. My parents eventually finished up with two nurseries and about a year and a half ago they sold out and shifted towns to a ‘Retirement Cottage’ with the idea of taking up golf and holidaying extensively. Dad lasted just over a year before his health failed and he passed away about 4 months ago, leaving Mom on her own in a town where she knew virtually no one.
I had kept in touch with here by phoning regularly and I had noticed that she was sounding more and more depressed as time passed, it seemed as if loneliness was getting her down and as she had spent almost all her life with Dad, not bothering to make outside friends I figured that she didn’t know how these days.
When I walked in to her small home Mom looked absolutely enraptured to see me and, she rushed over, wrapped her arms round me and hugged me long and tightly.
“I’m ever so pleased to see you. I’ve really missed you and it’s so good to have you here.” She pulled back a bit and looked up at me. “How long can you stay?”
I had really intended returning home that evening but in view of her obvious pleasure to have my company I quickly revised my plans.
“I can stay a couple of nights. Do you think you can stand my company for that long?”
“I’d love you to stay for as long as possible but I suppose that a couple of days is better than nothing. You’re a grown man with your own life to lead. Bring your things into your bedroom and then we can settle down and have a long chat.”
After settling down with coffee Mom eventually revealed to me how unhappy she had become in her new life without Dad. I found it difficult to understand her problem, as she was still a very personable woman. At 54 years old she still had a good figure, she was quite attractive and her hair was still the colour it had been when she was a lot younger, grey tinges not making any appearance at all. Unfortunately the loneliness stress that she was feeling was making her a bit haggard looking and she was in danger of quickly losing he sex appeal. Mom married when she was young and she was 7 years younger than her husband – I don’t think that she had ever had a serious relationship other than with Dad and this insular existence was not helping her now.
We enjoyed each others company for the rest of the day and after a fine meal which Mom took great pleasure in cooking me I retired for an early night. Next day after breakfast I convinced Mom to put on jeans and a jacket and to come for a trip on my bike. Initially she was quite frightened but she soon relaxed and, cuddling into my back, she began to just “Go with it”. We stopped for lunch at a country bar/diner and Mom looked a different woman already, the wind had brought colour and life back to her face and she was relaxed and obviously loving every moment of this new experience.
That night we elected to just have some light snacks with a bottle of wine in front of the fire and we again chatted easily and were very comfortable in each others company. After some thought I finally made up my mind and asked her,
“Why don’t you close up here and come and stay with me for a while. You could come on my next trip with me and it shouldn’t cost a lot. The only problem would be that we would sometimes have to share a motel room. I can cover an extra person but not a separate unit when I have to stay in small single bedroom units.”
Mom sat in silence for a while and seemed to think deeply before she replied,
“It’s lovely of you to ask but I couldn’t do that to you. There’s no way that you could seriously want to drag your aged Mother with you and I would only cramp your style with your friends. I really do appreciate your asking though and I know what it must have cost you to invite me.”
“No, Mom. I thought very seriously before I asked you. I can see advantages for both of us – I get a bit lonely when I’m away for so long and moving round all the time has not helped me to make friends. I think we could be good company for each other. I wish you’d give it a try – neither of us has anything to lose.” I looked deep into Mm’s eyes as I said this trying to convince her of my sincerity. “Why don’t you think about it overnight and let me know in the morning what you decide.’
Next morning after breakfast Mom sat with me at the table and we discussed the ramifications of her coming with me. She pointed out that it would be a major change in my lifestyle and that it would be necessary for each of us to consider the other needs and viewpoint which would be not too difficult for her as she had been with Dad for so many years but might prove very hard and frustrating for me, a bachelor of long standing.
“I really think it would be good for me, Mom. I know I’ve become very selfish, having never really ever considered any-one else’s side of things before.” I was actually quite earnest about this, as I knew I really was a self-centred prick. “I really wish that you would decide to come with me. It would be beneficial to both of us.”
I think Mom could see that I was genuine in my invitation and she eventually agreed,
“OK. I am not sure it is the right thing, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try. One thing, I am not going to be a complete load to you and while I’m quite happy to let your company pay for my share of the accommodation I insist that we take turns in paying for our food and drinks. Thank you very much and I’m starting to look forward to our trip. It will be like an adventure to me. Dad and I really didn’t get about much.” Mom leant over and gave me a quick peck on the lips and then we talked about arrangements.
It was decided that I should return home and Mom would follow in her car in a couple or three days after having closed down her home and packed sufficient clothes for an extended stay.
When I arrived back at my cottage I set to and tidied up my spare room that I had been using as storage space and fitted fresh bedding etc for my mother. I was really beginning to look forward to her arrival and thought that finally we might form closer relationship than we ever had in the past – our mother/son bonds had never been strong as we had never spent al that much time together. I very much regretted never having got close to my father and it was now too late to remedy that but I could definitely remedy it with Mom.
Mom finally pulled up in her car late next afternoon and she was quite enraptured with my little home, she had never visited before and I think it may well have been a lot better than her expectations. Mom was quite taken with her room and, with her personal stuff scattered around, she soon had it looking as if she had lived there for some time. I was working on altering the van when she arrived and when she saw how we were to travel she was very comfortable with it, I was removing some shelving to fit another set of drawers/wardrobe that I had purchased for her use.
For the next few days we got used to living with each other’s company and Mom slowly applied her woman’s touches to my home and improved it a great deal, I hadn’t realised what difference a woman could make. I completed the alterations to the van, cleaned it out and reloaded my clean clothes, back from the laundry. Mom then packed her stuff and while I went into work she began to clean and lose my house down and we were ready for an early start.
My first call was about 2 ½ hours travelling and Mom just waited in the van while I completed business and then we travelled for a further couple of hours to my next visit. After it was completed the day was nearly done and I drove us to my usual motel and booked us in to a twin roomed unit, and, when we had carried in our overnight bags we went and found a bar & grill for our evening meal and a couple of drinks.
Next day started out much the same but today I booked the motel before making my afternoon calls and I left Mom there before making my afternoon calls and she went for a walk. The next couple of days went much the same but I finally arrived home to a bit of a surprise – Mom had bought herself a pushbike, having decided to see more of the towns that we were visiting. This was also the first night that we found ourselves sharing a twin room and we were both very careful to maintain our modesty and used the bathroom to get changed in. I couldn’t help noticing that Mom looked good in her nightgown when she came out of the bathroom and for the first time I realised that she was an attractive woman. I quickly banished these thoughts from my mind, as this was my mother that I was admiring.
Next morning I was up first, showered, shampooed, shaved and was sitting reading the morning paper drinking coffee when Mom finally arose and retired to the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing underwear and a slip and I felt a lurch in my lower belly and my cock twitched in appreciation of how she looked. All this fresh air and exercise was having a very beneficial effect on her and she was getting younger by the day. I decided there and then that we would be spending a lot more time in twin single units if I had anything to do with it.
The following night Mom came out of the bathroom in silky white pyjamas that draped her body and were light enough to confirm that these were all she was wearing. While we sat and had a final nightcap I couldn’t stop myself from surreptitiously examining her and I saw her nipples slowly harden and poke out the front of her PJ jacket. I think she may have been aware of my interest and found my glances exciting but luckily I was wearing very loose shorts for sleeping in and my partial erection was not readily visible. In the morning I got a replay of the day before and got a good look at Mom in her underclothes while she sat before the mirror and did her make-up.
Today we had a long drive before I reached our next client and since we would be travelling on almost till dark after this call, Mom decided to go for a cycle while I was working. She needed to change into a pair of shorts and a blouse before she set out and, as we wouldn’t get to our motel till late, she had to change in the back of the van. Mom crawled through between the seats and pulled the curtains across to give herself privacy. She had not been very careful and the curtains, closed at the bottom were not completely together at the top allowing me to see what she was doing in the rear-vision mirror. I watched eagerly as she stood, partially bent over due to the low roof, and lifted her dress over her head and put it on a hanger then slid her slip down and stepped out of it. She dropped from my view when she bent down to pick it up from the floor but when she stood up again I could see her from her head down to the top of her thighs. She was completely unaware of the show I was getting and I was able to admire and appreciate her body, clad only in a white bra and panties.
While I had been aware that Mom was in good shape I hadn’t fully realised how good her body actually was. She was definitely not in the first flush of womanhood but for a 54 year old she had an amazing figure, only 2 or 3 ponds overweight and very firm healthy looking flesh. Her breasts were medium sized and seemed to be quite firm in her bra and, while I couldn’t see them at the moment, I knew from past observations that her legs were shapely and firm as well. Mom was about 5 foot 4, dark haired and a fine-featured face and, while she could not be described as beautiful, she was very pretty and attractive and all the fresh air and exercise was giving her a very ‘fresh’ complexion. I suddenly realised that I found her very sexy and desirable and that my cock had expanded to it’s maximum, so, I was very disappointed when she pulled on a tee shirt and then sat down out of view, presumably to put on shorts and sneakers.
Mom set off on her bike and I went in to do business and, as by now Mom knew roughly how long my calls took, it was no surprise when she re-appeared as I was about to climb back into the van after completing what I had to do. I opened the rear doors, lifted the bike in, and then unlocked the front to let us both get in. Mom looked all hot and sweaty and she grabbed her bottle of water and had a long swig before she gasped out,
“God! I hadn’t realised just how hot and muggy it is out there. I need to cool down a bit and then get changed so do you want to sit her or set off and pull up out of town somewhere?”
“I’ll head off and give the air-conditioning a chance to boot up.” and suiting my actions to my words I started the van and headed off, the cooling unit running at full blast.
About 10 miles down the road I spotted a rest area and I pulled in and parked in the shade of some trees and shut down.
“I’ll just type these orders into my lap-top while you get changed and that will save me having to do it tonight.”
Mom crawled through to the back of the van and once again she managed to leave me a gap at the top of the curtains. I felt my cock hardening before she had even begun to take of her clothes and I aimlessly pecked at the keyboard, as I didn’t take my eyes from the mirror for a second. This time when Mom had removed her tee shirt she went on and took off her bra and I got a good view of her bare breasts. They sagged a little, as was to be expected in a woman of her age, but still appeared to be reasonably firm and the nipples stood out quite perkily, all in all a very appetising sight and my mouth went dry as I gazed on them in total rapture. When she had taken off her shorts Mom stretched as much as the confines of the van allowed and then she began to wipe herself off with a towel before slipping her dress over her head and doing it up. She had not put on a fresh bra!
By the time she opened the curtains again and climbed back into her seat I was industriously typing in information with my computer sitting on my lap covering my hard-on.
“That feels better. At least I’m cool and a bit refreshed now. I definitely need a shower – I hope you can stand the smell of me, all sweaty and gamy, until we get to our motel.” Mo looked little embarrassed as she said this.
I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I leant over and took a deep sniff of her before I replied,
“You smell great to me - all womanly and musky. It’s lucky you’re my mother as it’s very exciting and arousing. Hmmmmmmmm…”
Mom blushed and said ‘silly’ but she leant over to me a gave me another quick kiss and then sat back and looked out the window with a faraway look in her eye as we set off again.
The warmth of the sun and the boredom of the scenery combined to send Mom to sleep and she slumped against the door and as she snoozed. The way she was sitting allowed the top of her dress to sag free of her and I could see almost her complete breast through the arm-hole and this sight did not help my driving but we eventually arrived at our motel late in the afternoon and when we were booked in Mom headed straight into the shower.
I sat and finished putting the data into the computer before emailing it back to base and when she finally exited the bathroom she looked wonderful. Her hair was still slightly damp but she looked cool and refreshed in her dress and she slowly twirled in front of me as she said,
“I feel marvellous. That snooze and then the shower have left me feeling all fresh and cool and on op of the world.” Mom then grinned at me, and went on, embarrassed, “Mind you I suppose should feel ‘cool’. I forgot to grab fresh underwear before I rushed into the bathroom and all I’ve got on is this dress – nothing under it at all. I’d better get something on before I shock and embarrass you.” She made as if to open her bag and I quickly spoke up
“If you feel that good why don’t you just stay like way. It doesn’t worry me if you leave your panties and bra off and who else is going to know?”
“I couldn’t do that. It’s indecent! It does feel good though – even if a bit naughty” Mom sank down on the side of her bed without making any further move to get panties from her bag and looked everywhere but at me.
I finished what I was doing, plugged into the phone jack and sent off my email and when it was finished I shut down the computer and turned to Mom and said,
“Right slip your sandals on and let’s go. There’s a diner over the road and they serve a nice meal.”