John arrive home (John's POV)

"Mom!?"

You recognized the luggage that your mother normally used for travel instantly after passing through the front door. All her clothes and in particular, her underwear, were scattered on the floor and the first floor. The scene was as if something or someone had search for something frantically in your mother possessions.

On your mind different explanation were running around. In the worst case scenario, one of the hobo's that normally stole your trash and has been approval in each neighbor meeting has seen your mother just arriving from Brazil and with their mind finally fried from all the **** that they used, had decided to stole, and maybe ****, your mother.

"Mom! Mom! This is not fun!" you said starting to run up the stairs with your cellphone out, ready to call the cops. Heart thumbing on your chest, you went directly to her bedroom meanwhile you looked around for any hint of what had happened.

"Mom!" You opened wide the door of the master bedroom, hitting it against the wall. The scene seemed to confirm your fears - there was a vast amount of clothes scattered over the floor and bed. It was as if the entire wardrove of your mother was here.

You started inserting the number of the cops when a musky odor attacked your nose. For a split second the image of your girlfriend's vagina during one of your sexual encounter was brought to mind, followed by a realization that the smell was overcharged with female pheromones.

What the...

Entering slowly, trying to catch any little detail as if to capture this memory completely on your mind, you started looking every wear, finally noticing a wet stain of the red bedsheets.

It can't be...

Slowly, you brought your nose towards the wet patch - which covered almost half of the bed - and you sniffed, wanted to be proven wrong. Without any doubts, the place from where the pheromones where the strongest was here, a citrus smell-like odor that made you think of your mother when-

No!

As in cue, the noise of a shower shutting down could be hear from the bedroom's bathroom - in your shaken stated you haven't noticed that the water was running until it was too late. Petrified in place, you remained in your current position waiting for whoever was in there, regardless of your current position.

Who is there? Mom?

Before you could think of escaping the bizarre situation, the door of the bathroom started opening, slowly, bringing with it water fog. With the light at her back - as if in a painting - your mother stood between the frame, one hand in the pommel and the other in her hips, the drops of water falling from her nude body and her wet raven hair indicated that she had just finished showering.

"Ups..." she said with a smile, without making any indication that she was going to cover herself.

This was the first time since you had memory that you have looked - and admired - the nude body of your mother. With just two weeks gone, she had acquire a tan in the parts of her body that the one-piece swimsuit that she normally used wouldn't cover. The contrast between the tan and the pale tones of her normal skin only make her seem younger. Lowering your gaze, the white orbs that you have seen your mother constantly battle in order to hide them were glistening thanks to the combination of water and light. Sagging a little bit thanks to her age and size, they were still a sight to behold, conserving their form even when they were without a bra for support. At the end of both of them, two big pointy nipples, light brown in color were making themselves be known, framed for one of the most large and beautiful areola that you have ever seen, also light brown in color. Her svelte form didn't have any excess fat - the frequent hours of yoga at the gym had helped her in this - with her stomach showing a clear the line of side abs. Lowering your gaze even more her stomach gave way to her child bearing hips and finally her vagina which only had a little landing strip of black hair.

"John?" You mother finally asked, breaking the stupor in which you were. Her tone neutral, as if she didn't care that you could observe her completely nude - or that you were smelling her sexual fluids. She walked outside of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Could you turn on the light?"

"S-Sure"

Unconcerned of everything, you saw how she dried herself with a towel she took from the wardrove, first her boobs and then, as knowing she hadn't shown you all of her body, she did a turn and started drying het big, white ass. This was followed by her making different poses in front of the mirror, first sexy ones and then, after crossing eyes with you via the reflection, sexual one, taking both of her gloves in hands and pushing back her ass.

"I'm a sexy MILF, don't you think John?"

"Y-Yes... I think so..." the unprompted question took you by surprise so you answered without thinking first.

Did I just admit that my mother was a MILF?

Finally going to the assorted clothes that were scattered on the bed, she selected an open back dress that she donned without putting any underwear under it, making it possible for you to see where her nipples where at. Looking at you, she asked as if this was a normal situation, "Do you think you father will like this"

"Y-Yes"

"Annnnnd.... How about you" she added as she walked slowly towards you, rocking her hip left and right. Her voice had the falsetto normally used by cougars in the porn movies that you have seen, "would you like this if I wore this for you... on a daily basis" she then said after she stood in front of you, her boobs almost touching your chest for no more than half an inch. Crossing glances, you noticed the differences in height between your mother and you. With more than nine inches of height difference, you were looking down at her with a direct view to the shelf created by her boobs - which didn't let you see her feet from your current perspective.

How it is possible that she has boobs so big with a frame so small...

"John?"

"Yes! I mean... No! I mean..." Your mom had risen an eyebrow inquisitively. It was as if her gaze was asking you 'and well?'. "I don't know!" you finally said running out of her room with your mind in white, not withstanding this weird incestual situation that you found yourself. . "I'm happy you arrived! I will be in my room... Tell me when dinner is ready" you shouted.

You closed the door of your room not one second after entering in it. Just now you perceived the thumbing on your chest and the erection on your pants, an erection that you have been dreading since you started noticing the female body.

What the fuck!